He gently runs his hands through their hair. "I'm always gonna be safe...always.." he whispers to them
Mauric holds onto Nick for a long time. He seems to be affirming to himself that Nick is really here, back, and alive.
"Im here im here..." he murmurs reassuringly
Eventually, his breathing steadies and his heartbeat slows to a normal rate. Reluctantly, Mauric lets go of Nick and pulls away slightly.
Nick smiles his goofy smile. "You feelin better?"
There are small tear tracks in the fur under Mauric’s eyes. “Yeah…”
He gently wipes away the tears. "Thats good.."
“So… where were you? Was it more stuff with that sun god?”
He nods. "Yea..but thats all over now...i can stay with you."
Mauric hugs Nick again. “I missed you so much. So, so much.”
"I know...im sorry i left without warning..."
“You don’t have to apologize.” He murmurs. “I could never be mad at you.”
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
Mauric carefully raises Nick’s shirt, examining any remaining wounds and feeling for broken ribs.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
Mauric carefully raises Nick’s shirt, examining any remaining wounds and feeling for broken ribs.
One of his ribs is slightly shattered
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
Mauric carefully raises Nick’s shirt, examining any remaining wounds and feeling for broken ribs.
One of his ribs is slightly shattered
“Okay. This isn’t too bad. But are you having any difficulty breathing? Or does the inside of your chest cavity feel abnormally warm? And do any of your other bones feel damaged?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
Mauric carefully raises Nick’s shirt, examining any remaining wounds and feeling for broken ribs.
One of his ribs is slightly shattered
“Okay. This isn’t too bad. But are you having any difficulty breathing? Or does the inside of your chest cavity feel abnormally warm? And do any of your other bones feel damaged?”
"No, yes, no.." he mumbles sleepily
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Mauric hugs Nick fiercely, pressing his face into Nick’s neck. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He gently runs his hands through their hair. "I'm always gonna be safe...always.." he whispers to them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric holds onto Nick for a long time. He seems to be affirming to himself that Nick is really here, back, and alive.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Im here im here..." he murmurs reassuringly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eventually, his breathing steadies and his heartbeat slows to a normal rate. Reluctantly, Mauric lets go of Nick and pulls away slightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles his goofy smile. "You feelin better?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There are small tear tracks in the fur under Mauric’s eyes. “Yeah…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He gently wipes away the tears. "Thats good.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So… where were you? Was it more stuff with that sun god?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods. "Yea..but thats all over now...i can stay with you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric hugs Nick again. “I missed you so much. So, so much.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I know...im sorry i left without warning..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You don’t have to apologize.” He murmurs. “I could never be mad at you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles into the hug. "Thats good.." he mumbles into their shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suddenly, Mauric withdraws from the embrace. “What am I doing? You’re badly injured! You need fluids and sutures and stuff!” He grabs the bowl of consommé and hands it to Nick. “Drink this and I’ll get you sorted out.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nicholas smiles a bit, taking the bowl and slowly drinking it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric carefully raises Nick’s shirt, examining any remaining wounds and feeling for broken ribs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
One of his ribs is slightly shattered
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Okay. This isn’t too bad. But are you having any difficulty breathing? Or does the inside of your chest cavity feel abnormally warm? And do any of your other bones feel damaged?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No, yes, no.." he mumbles sleepily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.