Forgiveness

Aiden will always forgive her. no matter what. No matter what. It twists and snarls in his mouth. He’s fine. He’s completely fucking fine and everyone keeps fucking saying he’s not, and god knows he NOTICES their pitiful looks from across the room, their whispers about his problems, the way his eye keeps fucking twitching over and over and over and over like something is inside of him trying to get out and he KNOWS he’s fine. Because he is. He’s fine. He glances around at everyone around the fire. Felix and Eric are happily chatting together and eating, Draz is going through the supplies to prepare drinks for everyone, his hair touseled and wet still, and Aiden is. Well. Sitting there. He feels weary. This is all his fault. If he was stronger, he could have held on for longer. He could have kept that feeling alive inside of him. In the river with Draz, he felt some sort of connection to that feeling again. Maybe it was the Fae magic coming from the both of them mixed with the world. Maybe it was just that. The both of them. Caring for each other, showing each other a careful compassion neither of them had experienced properly in a while. Cautiously combing through each other’s hair, gently washing it out. This was good. He was fine. Maybe finer than he had been in a while. Maybe after the dream. Maybe he just needed to relax. He rolls his shoulders and exhales, letting out the feeling. Maybe he will end up getting another night’s sleep soon.