Where am I? He looked around and immediately knew he was in his sleeping room at the familiar scenery. What happened? He doubted he’d have the answer to that just by simply thinking it.
White entered his vision as his muscles tensed.
Where’s Reia?
He didn’t know how he got here, or why he was asleep. All he knew was that she’d run away before. Did she leave while I was asleep?
Something stirred underneath his arm and side, stopping him from leaping to his feet to find her. He lifted his arm to look underneath it, just as the form wiggled and turned to its back when he gave it room.
“Reia?” he asked, yellow entering his vision as confusion swept through him.
He could see she’d been clutching a sword with both hands as it lay on the bed in front of her. She had been resting with him, under him and the furs, while he’d been on top of them. He couldn’t understand why.
“You’re finally awake,” she stated softly, her voice crackling and broken. “You’ve been asleep for two days.”
That long? But that still didn’t answer the many other questions he had.
“Why...” he started, unsure if he wanted to ask the question he had in case it made her leave. She felt so warm, so soft beside him. “Why are you lying with me?”
She was looking up at him while he was leaning around her on his hand on the other side of her, just propping himself up enough to give her space. He almost wanted to lie back down so she couldn’t escape.
“The Demons have been scratching at the walls and trying to get inside,” she told him. He noticed she looked pale, had dark smudges under her eyes, and her usually glossy hair was a nest of knots. “They could smell me. I-I thought it would help if I lay under you to hide my scent, like how you did when you brought me here under your cloak.” Then her eyes flickered around the room, almost as if she couldn’t look at him, as she said, “And I felt safer next to you.”
She feels safe with me? Her words brought to light the tapping he could hear on his window. The drapes that were usually left open, were closed, and he knew she must have shut them so she didn’t have to look at the Demons crawling around the outside of the house.
He could hear and smell many, but they were scattered rather than bearing down around his room. She had been right. She’d hidden the worst of her scent by using his body to shield her.
“How did I get here?” The last thing he remembered was collapsing on the other side of the salt circle.
“I brought you here.” She let go of the sword and turned to him more. “And you are so fucking heavy, by the way. It took me forever.”
Orpheus chuckled, knowing she was absolutely right. She was a little human woman. She must have dragged him across the ground since he doubted she’d been able to carry him. The fact she had at all was amazing.
His earlier chaotic emotions and mind were calm after having been asleep for so long, but it didn’t stop his disappointment that she’d run. He’d lost his flare of hope.
However, her lying next to him, against him, saying she felt safe with him, brought joy and relief.
“Are you okay?” she asked while reaching forward to touch his chest.
Orpheus’ eyes blackened when he felt her ruffling the fur over the top part of his chest. The sensation of the feather light touches from her fingertips caressing the protruding bones of his ribcage sent a vibration of pleasure through him.
His vision snapped back open to white. He looked down, seeing she was touching his body directly and backed up and away from her.
“My clothing?” He looked further down to see he still had his trousers on, but he hadn’t been in the presence of a human without shielding his body for eons. It disturbed and horrified them to know what he looked like.
Her hand slapped against her chest when she retreated it.
“You were hurt. I bandaged you and washed the blood I could from you.”
He touched his chest where he could see the wrapping strips of cloth before his hand slipped down his torso where the rest of them were.
She’d seen my body. And she had still chosen to lie beside him and regarded him as safe. He also couldn’t smell fear from her, even now when she slipped her gaze over it.
She wasn’t scuttling to get away. She didn’t even look bothered. She just continued to lie there under the furs.
His head tilted when he saw the exposed ridge on top of her shoulder, her gown and the furs low enough to reveal it.
It looked as though she had bandages over her own body.
He reached forward, moving the furs and the gown more to see she did. A light growl vibrated in his chest.
“You’re hurt.” His vision flared red as the fire of anger clutched his gut. “I should have made the Arachnid of Sorrows’ death more painful.”
She’d always left his territory alone because he never entered hers. It was one of the many silent truces he had with the more intelligent Demons that surrounded his home.
They never entered his lands, even if they could smell he had a human.
Reia covered her shoulder with her hand.
“I-I didn’t get this from the spider one.”
“A different Demon hurt you?” More rage bubbled, a desire to maim and hurt those that had dared touch what was his.
His fins, usually helped to stay down by his clothing, extended when they hardened, no longer being loose flaps.
His fur raised to puff out, no doubt making him look larger and more feral.
“I got it trying to protect you,” she grumbled, averting her gaze, most likely from his obvious seething as it shook him.
