This is a small One-Shot I did for "Eustass Kidd's week" on Tumblr, an event casted by the amazing TheRedHarlequin. Please, cheek the official website for more fics and art of owr dear and beloved redhead.
To be clear, I'm stressed, and when I'm stressed I tend to write to relax myself. I was planning to do something smol since I don't have a lot of time, but it started to grow and grow, and now I think I can even make a fic out of this since it has a lot of potential, but in any case I hope you all like it.
Now, for reading, I discovered an amazing page which creates ambient sounds, no music that distracts while reading, just sounds, and I have picked for you the three ambients I have been listening too while writing. Each one it's for a different part of the fic (separated by…oOo… below) you can listen to them or not, what you prefer, the fic it's going to be the same either way.
Intoduce the words on google searcher (fanfiction doesn't allow me to link to other pages) and click on the first page that apears: ( rpg. ambient-mixer witch-wood ) for the first ( relaxing. ambient-mixer in-cabin-with-lover-during-storm) for the second, and ( forest. ambient-mixer forest-walk-daylight) for the third.
Hope you like it.
The silent man covered his head with the hood of his cape and tried to walk faster in the invisible path that led to his humble home in the middle of the forest. This wasn't a good time to get delayed, night was coming and dark things loomed in it tonight.
The visit to the village had made it quite clear; something dark was stalking the inhabitants of the small, secluded village in the cold north. The men and women of the place were dying one after the other, asphyxiated by an invisible force in the middle of the night, their face gray, and their eyes closed and lifeless, as if something had ripped their essence out of their soul. The children screamed in the darkness, terrified by the nightmares that awaited them in their dreams, the elders prayed to the heavens and filled the houses with sacred symbols that their own grandparents had taught them to draw in darker times.
Still nothing seemed to work and people were slowly losing their heads. When the old priest had opened his ribcage with his bare hands in the middle of the liturgy and painted with his guts a well-known symbol on the floor before he passed away, people had finally come to Law: the wizard, the exiled, the one who spoke to the dead and who practiced the forbidden arts.
Law had then examined the corpses, recognized the signs, symbols and the supernatural fear in the eyes of the children. Law had heard the whispers and screams in the night, had seen shadows moving in the corners and had understood what he was facing.
But he had said nothing.
In silence, the young magician had returned home leaving the nearly abandoned village to his fate with a few advices to its inhabitants: "Draw circles around your beds with iron daggers" "Do not approach the tombs" "Do not stay alone or in the dark under any circumstances". All, by his point of view, useless. What the village faced could go through any barrier they could create and would kill whole families with only its breath. It had too much power, it was too old and dark.
The forest around him began to darken under the heavy robe of the stormy clouds and the branches of the immense chestnut trees. His house was still far away, deep in the forest, at this rate he was not going to arrive in time before darkness falls into the world. His boots creaked as he stepped on the snow, walking faster and faster with the strange presentiment that something was watching him, growing in him with every new step he took, and yet, around him everything seemed to be quiet.
'Too quiet', thought Law, not even the old black crows, or the trunks of the old trees crunching under the snow could be heard in the immense forest. Every sound of life seemed to have disappeared. There was only an immortal and supernatural silence.
The night fell sooner than expected.
Feeling the panic taking hold of him in an irrational way which was not usual for him, Law crouched on the floor and took a heavy branch with icy fingers ready to end the stupid paranoia. Murmuring a quick invocation, a flame sizzled on the wood with blue light and illuminated the place.
Law held his breath. There was nothing, nothing again, only his circle of blue light and, in the distance, the familiar figure of a roof covered with grass and plants: his house. There, he would be safe, thousands of spells and sorceries would protect him from each and every one of the beings of the other world, generations and generations of his ancestors had ensured it.
Law began to run anxious to feel the familiar heat of the fire in his icy body, and the security that brought him that small place in the world surrounded by strange objects and herbs. He was mere footstep of the door, on the verge of salvation. Stopping at the last meter, Law raised a hand to open the door to his house with a little spell to unlock the door.
And then he felt it. The first sound of the forest, a soft whisper, a faint caress against the white snow, a frozen breath crashing against his nape in a uneasy way.
He had lost the race. It had caught him before.
Slowly, and with the certainty that this would be his last move, Law turned. Nothing. The nothingness was still there, black, dark, like an immense emptiness behind him swallowing the whole forest and all the light of his tiny torch. Law held his breath in horror and his fingers tightened around the small branch of light. The darkness stirred then, and began to condense into a single point. In the midst of the pure white snow and in the middle of the silent and deserted forest, a being emerged from the shadows that surrounded it. It had no form, it was only darkness, darkness with strange golden eyes that seemed to lack all intelligence and piety.
"Nocnitsa" whispered Law "Draugur"
He had many names, and Law had studied them all. The creature was an unowned shadow, a nightmare of a child, a dead man with his soul stolen while sleeping defenseless. That being drew people into the madness that was darkness, devoured them and made them disappear into nothingness. The stories spoke of people going crazy just by looking at it, they spoke of a being with an enormous strength that could survive the sharpest of steels, and the flames of hell. The legends talked about how it could pass through the tombstone of its heavy tomb to feed again.
Law felt his own mind cloud over the darkness, so much horror and death. Law felt the fatal attraction, the promise and temptation it represented. Taking a step back, Law leaned against the familiar door of his house and took a deep breath, taking strength from the magic that rolled behind it. He could not look at it or he would end up like the clergyman, opening his entrails and spreading his blood in pleasure. He could not flee or it would chase him to the ends of the earth and torment his dreams for the rest of his life.
Law could only defeat it.
Raising his hands and releasing the torch, Law summoned his magic like he had never done before. The silent forest trembled at his call as the six elements came to his aid, piercing the earth and air like swords breaking the world.
The shadow observed him.
Law began to sing as four iron pillars covered with bright runes rose from the ground and surrounded the creature wrapping him in an unbreakable cage that would not be enough to contain it -no iron could stop that being, Law could already feel the metal vibrate, slowly breaking and melting- but that would give him time.
Pure power emerged from his body, his hands trembled and his eyes lit with forbidden magic. Law knew that the spell could kill him if he summoned more magic than was necessary, but there was no other choice, there was no other way to defeat it than to risk everything. It has too much power. Inside Law, the fire of a thousand volcanoes mixed with the water of the oceans, the air of tornadoes and the land of his ancestors. The four elements that made up the living world bending at his mercy as serfs before their master. Law added the starlight. Then he introduced the darkness around him and which the creature was part of.
And finally it reacted.
At last understanding what was happening, the creature screamed in the cage. A dead sound that froze Law's bones and made his resolution tremble. The darkness flooded his mind, eternal, calm, tempting. The power inside him began to lose control, the elements fighting against each other. The four iron pedestals finally broke and the furious creature advanced to where Law stood.
Law took a deep breath and absorbed more energy from his surroundings trying to control everything. Around him things began to lack meaning and form. The dead wood behind him began to sprout, the snow at his feet turned black and his own clothes began to change shape and composition in the face of the magic that Law kept calling and that threatened to break the very fabric of the world.
But it still was not enough. The creature kept trying to move toward him, more and more desperate, more and more furious, but with every step, the fire of the snow arose blocking it, or the light twinkled from the words Law was singing blinding it.
Finally everything stopped.
The fire, the light, the plants, the water, everything disappeared. Only darkness remained. Law fell to the floor, unable to breathe properly. The creature emitted a sound of victory that sounded like the laughter of a demon and rushed to finish its next victim.
Law awaited him without regret. As the shadow rose above him, encircling him, absorbing his very soul with satisfied greed, Law raised a hand and smashed the small sphere of pure magic into the unprotected interior of the creature.
The beast screamed, breaking into a thousand pieces. Law plunged into the darkness losing all his strength with the release of magic.
...oOo...
Law woke up suddenly, knowing that something was very wrong. At first glance everything around him seemed to be perfect, the fire lit and heating the room, the runes and spells painted and gleaming on the doorframes, the weeds of plants drying on the beams, the cauldron bubbling and the thousands of candles lighting the place. But after a second glance Law's mind realized that somethings did not fit the situation: the wooden door of the small cabin had come back to life and now thousands of flowers blocked the doorway, the windowpanes had changed in color and form, and an enormous man shrank at the end of his bed with a defeated air and his head bent between his legs.
Law jumped on the bed guard at the sight of him.
The nightmare of what had happened surged in his mind: fear, darkness and nothingness. What had happened while he had been unconscious? Who was that man? His skin was tremendously pale to belong to this world, his imposing and slightly frightening physique, and the brilliant runes that covered every inch of white skin only announced a new danger. Law's instinct, however, assured him that there was nothing to worry about, that the worst had happened, and that the black shadow had left to leave the bones of the bearer.
Law got out of bed with difficulty feeling his muscles heavy and numb. It had been a long time since he had used so much magic and his body had not yet recovered from the last explosion of power. The stranger however tensed before his movements, alert, almost frightened, but still not raising his head and only shrinking on himself at the foot of the bed while Law approached.
His appearance was that of a young man, probably an ancient warrior by his imposing physique and the scars covering his body, his hair was red, typical from the nobility beyond these mountains, and his tunic and trousers were embroidered with gold. Everything in his physique announced power. Clearly he should have been an imposing person in life, a born leader, someone who guided the masses. However, now, after experiencing the death and the torture of the darkness, what remained of that man was something more raw and simple.
Law liked him in his new vulnerability.
Law approached him carefully. The man seemed to be on the verge to collapsing, the tension, and panic over what had happened making his whole body tremble. Law hugged and held him gently, resting the stranger's head on his shoulder as a consolation, and caressing the bright red hair with a strange fascination. The stranger in reply immediately embraced him, almost desperate, as if he was in need of human contact after centuries wandering in the shadows and prisoner of darkness.
"That's it, it's all over now" murmured Law, stroking the man's scrambled hair carefully, knowing how dangerous the situation still was, and what might happen if he infuriated this lost spirit.
The man in his arms trembled again, as if Law's voice had hit him with force in his weakest point.
"I've killed so many," he said with a disturbingly grim and hoarse voice. "So many"
Law hugged him harder, feeling something inside him twist at the sight of someone so strong and powerful, someone who was the pride of his own race, broken in this way. What had happened was not his fault, creatures like him were not created out of nothing, someone had to have cursed the tomb, and someone had drawn the darkness over the spirit of this man and had wanted to use it for his own purposes. But the Draugr are not tools that one can use, Law was sure that the first one to die and suffer his anger had been the one who had dared to create it.
"But you will not do it any more, it will not happen again, you are free now" that was a lie, the fact that the shadow disappeared did not mean that the spirit to which it was united would rest in peace now.
The man lifted his head and looked at him fixedly. His eyes were bright, like the purest gold, with magic dancing in them in an almost hypnotic and intense way, but still red after the man had spent hours crying with despair and helplessness at what he had done. Law felt the pressure of the rage clenching his chest when he saw him like this.
The redhead in his arms felt incredibly alive: his skin was warm and soft beneath his fingers, his hair looked like scarlet silk, and his sweet, altered breath still crashed against his own mouth. Law's mind told him that the redhead had probably been dead for centuries, terrorizing and massacring people, controlled by that shadow, it told him that this man was a memory, something broken, but what Law felt in his hands was too different from that.
"Yes," the redhead said at last, his voice rioting with reverence as he raised a hand to stroke Law's face too. "It's gone, you've destroyed it... you've saved me"
Law felt the other's intentions in that subtle gesture, saw the need and immense gratitude in his eyes and knew he had to stop what was going to happen. But he did not. When the other pushed their mouths together gently in a soft kiss, Law hugged the other by the neck and just responded with hunger.
For a moment the world seemed to stop, and Law's mind ceased to analyze everything. For a moment the magician only sank into the other's mouth, the taste, the heat and the need to feel alive again after the near-death experience he just had. For a moment he let the stranger in his bed feel alive too and forget the darkness that had plagued his life for centuries.
The stranger lowered his hands from his shoulders over his body, caressing with reverence his pecs and waist, down to his buttocks where he squeezed him and sat Law over his crossed legs. Law murmured his approval as he felt their bodies came closer, and without hesitation, he pulled at the other's red hair making him throw his head back and devour him in another deep and intense kiss, passing to another level with that and making clear to the other that he was not going to stop this.
The redhead then bit his lower lip gently, and sucked it between his own in a lascivious and clearly erotic way. Law groaned in response to the mixture of pain and pleasure until he trembled helplessly, and meanwhile, with anxious hands, he fought to tear the redhead's clothes off his amazing body. A strange need was taking possession of him. He needed to feel his own blood pumping in his veins with the redhead's caresses, his own muscles tightening as he received the other inside, and his breathing heating from sheer need among screams of passion. He needed to shout, to get lost in the other's body, and to only feel alive.
Law finally managed to get rid of the raided robe of the other and tossed it against the wooden floor covered with books, without thinking about it a second time. Then, with a satisfaction he had never felt, he ran his hands over the muscles plagued with the brilliant runes that made the stranger live again. Law practically began to shiver with pleasure just by feeling him under his hands, strong, dangerous and lovely filled with magic. The stranger, however, did not remain still and lowered his mouth to his neck beginning to suck a point that made Law's entire body relax submissively in waves of pleasure. His mouth felt so hot and anxious against his skin, his tongue so rough and intense against that delicate spot.
When the stranger's hands finally slipped into his loose trousers and squeezed his buttocks dominantly, now skin to skin, Law could only move his hips against those of the other supplicant, needing to feel more of it. His hands clawed at the other's shoulders trying to contain himself but his whole body seemed to surrender to the man without even hesitating with those few caresses and touches.
Law did not even understand what was happening to him or why he was behaving this way.
The redhead pulled away from him for a moment, his breathing also accelerating, his eyes shining more than ever and staring at him with a hunger and intensity that made Law moan incredibly aroused. Law wrapped his hands around his neck again and bit his lip without wanting to stop it, needing to feel the other in the most intimate way possible. The stranger grunted hoarsely and pushed him against the bed behind Law's back, opening his legs wide until the thin trousers Law wore seemed about to break with the tension.
"Law, Law" whispered the stranger into his mouth between kisses.
Law again became alert in the heat that dominated him. Why the man knew his name? How had he discovered it? A strange uneasiness came over him as the other continued murmuring his name with reverence in that way that made Law gasps, as if his name was all the other needed to keep the darkness away. Law wanted to ask and demand an explanation in spite of everything, however, with astonishment; he realized that he also knew the unknown man's name.
"Kidd!" He groaned as he felt the other finally break his pants and reached to what lay beneath.
The contact was perfect. Law arched between the sheets, twisting and unable to do anything but moan at every slight movement and scratched the other's body between spasms. The redhead's rough, impatient hands felt strong and dangerous against that weak spot in his anatomy. The other stroked him slowly, from the base to the tip, surrounding him completely, as if getting used to feel him in his hands, as if he was remembering how this should be done after centuries without touching anyone. His mouth, however, continued to descend along Law's now practically naked body, patiently leaving bruises and bites, marking him as his property until he reached the dark nipples of the wizard.
This time Law screamed as the stranger's teeth bit him and sucked hard, as the hand on his cock began to gather speed with desire. His legs opened automatically on the mattress, and his hands gripped the other's hair on his chest trying to push him away from his sensitive nipples who were threatening to take him to the precipice.
The other was definitely awesome with his mouth, extremely skillful, it was a pity that Law was too needy to take all the advantage that it deserved.
"Not like this" he said panting heavily now "I want you inside"
The other stopped at once and sat back on his heels as he watched him with a serious look, quickened breathing, and without removing his hands from Law body. Law returned him the hot look, fully exposed and excited for the other's pleasure, panting, waiting, and totally at his mercy.
Kidd tightened his hand around Law's cock, making him gasp.
"I don't think I will be able to contain myself," he said in a tense voice, his body trembling, and clearly restraining himself despite having Law's legs completely open and ready underneath him.
Law however understood what the other meant by that. After years of being manipulated and killing innocent people, causing pain and suffering despite not wanting it, the mere possibility of hurting someone else now that he was free, now that he had recovered his body and could feel again, would be unforgivable. His desire to take him was immense, Law could feel his erection against his thigh, hard and huge, the other clearly excited beyond normal after years without feeling anything at all. But it was not just that, the other needed to feel something nice again, something good and beautiful after so much horror, he needed affection, something that would help him fight the pain he still had to face.
"I don't want you to hold back." And it was the truth, Law needed to feel. Pain or pleasure did not matter, now he just needed to hide the fear. But secretly he also wanted to help the other, Law still felt the anguish in his chest to see the other panic with something as innocent as sex. Law wanted to help him, and if the other needed love, Law would give him everything he had.
The other, however, seemed surprised by his reply. With a face of despair and deep gratitude, Kidd leaned over and kissed him eagerly, with passion, until Law even felt his own hands go down the other's body to undo the bonds of his pants encouraging him to continue.
Kidd then stopped pumping Law and instead started lowering his hands too until he found the other's entrance.
Law gasped when the other pressed hot fingers into that area, delicate at first, testing his resistance but finally introducing a fingertip carefully. Almost torturing him with the slowness and care with which he did it. In spite of everything else, Kidd continued to worry about his well-being, about not doing him any more harm, and curiously that was having a strange effect on Law. When the first finger finally sunk in, Law could only sigh with satisfaction and close his eyes, trapped with a pleasure he had not felt in a long time.
The other's mouth dropped again to his arched neck, to the point that made him lose his head just by caressing it, Law had not even known he had it at the beginning, the other seemed to know his body better than himself, as if they have know and done this for years. Law gasped in pleasure as his hands slid down the other's abs to caress the other's huge, hard erection, unable to resist any longer to feel it inside.
Kidd gasped against his neck, his breath against his skin causing Law to shiver, his body still tense and under control but instantly beginning to thrust against his hand lightly as if feeling Law there was too much to control himself. Kidd thrust a second finger inside him, this time without much care, and soon enough he introduced the third, opening him impatiently and not being able to contain his own desire any longer, preparing Law for his enormous size and making Law squirm beneath with a desperate need for feeling something else.
Law had never felt this way, he did not understand how a meeting so fast and with a complete stranger had been able to leave him in that state of pure despair and need. Fear clearly had played an important part, but all this was still too intense and absurd.
Kidd moved away from him, this time to turn him with a strange uneasiness, until Law ended up face down. His movements were abrupt, precise, as if wasting a movement was something that could not be allowed now. Quickly, Kidd placed one of the pillows under Law's hip, raising his butt up to the perfect position, then Kidd opened his legs with reverence and ripped the remaining of his slender pants completely exposing him to his greedy eyes.
Law let him do whatever he wanted, still unable to move under the necessity that turned his limbs into gelatin, with his own body pleading for the other and prepared to take him inside. However, Law felt the other's hands wander slowly down his bare legs, going up his thighs as if he did not believe what he had obtained, until he reached the point where Law felt so empty and stopped. Law felt then the other's fingers open his buttocks, opening him even more, his fast breathing rumbling in the room and finally the other's cock sinking between his legs impatiently.
At first it hurt, Kidd was simply huge and too excited to help the situation. Law held his breath as he felt the other entering him slowly, opening him in the best of ways, filling him until Law wanted to cry with joy. The redhead's hands moved to either side of Law's head, his knees behind Law's, burying himself deep inside him and making that hot place the only spot of their connection.
Law groaned, feeling incredibly happy just by feeling him inside so deep.
Law felt his body relax then, accepting the other without hesitation. Law's posture was slightly humiliating: lying on his stomach with his butt raised to receive the other without being able to resist; but at the same time it made him feel strangely protected and secure, the other covered him completely, Law could feel his breath against the nape of his neck and the muscles in his strong arms tensing as he slowly began to move inside of him.
Kidd made the first thrust slow but accurate, hitting from the first moment that weak point within Law, causing him to see stars and to arch even more against the bed. Law stopped thinking as the surge of pleasure carried him through, his hands tightening in the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
Kidd snarled at him almost in pain "Relax, you are too tight"
But Law dragged him even deeper into himself, needing to feel even more, needing to memorize the feeling of having the other inside him stuffing him completely. Kidd grunted again, surrendering to the inevitable, and his whole body trembled until he fell on his elbows and unable to hold himself for a minute longer.
"Law" he moaned in a broken voice as he seemed to lose the little control he had left, lowered a hand to hold Law by the waist, and began to thrust inside with force, losing the slightest consideration he had to sink into the pleasure that was the body of the raven.
Law squirmed under him, feeling his mouth make sounds that would make anyone turn red, but not able to contain them any longer. It felt too good, every thrust against the mattress, every breath and growl of the other against his ear. Even so, Kidd did not give him even a moment rest or to get accustomed to the torrent of sensations, and just lowered his hand from Law's hip to his crotch. Kidd then began to masturbate him again, while still mounting him in an almost animalistic way, without letting him breathe between the cries of pleasure, while still kissing the back of his neck and biting his shoulders.
"Law, Law" kept repeating the redhead as if it were a mantra, as if it were the only thing that saved him from the darkness "You are so tight, you feel so good"
Law lost it at that broken voice. Turning his head all he could between a wave of pleasure and the next, Law joined their lips again in a hungry kiss, between moans and sobbing breaths, needing to feel the other in every part of his body.
However leaning back with an angry roar, Kidd sat back on his heels, dragging Law with him as if not satisfied with just the kiss. Law soon found himself sitting back on Kidd's thighs, his back against the redhead's chest, his legs open on either side of the other as Kidd lowered him down on his cock, thrusting even deeper inside him. Law arched in spasms and screamed in the midst of so much pleasure as he felt his own body react, his own legs lift him up and down to impale himself in the other's huge and marvelous cock. It was too much, he couldn't stand this, it was too much.
"So beautiful, so pretty," the redhead continued murmuring against his ear as his hands seemed unable to stop stroking Law's body. A rough, strong hand closed over his swollen cock, squeezing him in that perfect way, pumping him roughly to the rhythm Law was imposing himself with the very movement of his hips. The other hand rose up his chest, caressing every inch of skin with reverence until it reached his nipples and pinched them tightly.
Law threw back his head, feeling the first wave of an orgasm.
"I can't ... I'm gonna ... Kidd" his words did not make any sense, his mind simply didn't have the tranquility to express himself, Law felt his whole body tense, the other's cock filling him perfectly to then again leaving him horribly empty.
Kidd's mouth dropped back to his neck. The runes on the redheaded body glowing brightly, illuminating the room.
"Not yet" Kidd begged against his ear "I want to feel you more, not yet, please"
But not even Kidd could do more to stop it, that angle was too perfect, in that position Law could sit on the other's cock down to the base, feel him completely inside, hear every groan, every whisper of the other. Kidd was still caressing him, squeezing Law's cock in his hands now helped with Law's own precum increasing the friction.
Law felt him so deep inside, so perfect, so great.
"I-I can't. I can't! "He did not want to finish either, he had never felt this way, he had never enjoyed sex like this.
Even so, the inevitable ended up happening. When Kidd, unable to restrain himself anymore, began to pound erratically and almost possessively into him again, thrusting inside him almost violently and hitting that weak point, Law felt the orgasm take him. Law felt his muscles tighten, causing him to squeeze the other's cock even more inside him, Law felt the other's fingers dig into his waist, his teeth bite, his breath pause perfectly. Law heard the redhead whine behind him while filling him in the best of forms without ever stopping to stroke him.
Law whimpered in return unable to get down from the orgasm with Kidd's hands still stroking his cock so roughly. Kidd closed his teeth on his neck, over that weak place, his hand on his erection beginning to feel painful, and Law couldn't even speak a word.
"Ple-please," he pleaded, unable to do more, as he felt his body twist in that endless orgasm, while the other seemed intent on not ending it.
However Kidd continued to caress him, obsessed, unable to withdraw his hands from his body dragging him back into the paradise of pleasure when Law had not yet managed to get out of it. Law felt tears wetting the back of his neck, the movements slowing sadly.
"No, no," the other sounded awfully broken, and something inside Law squirmed with pure pain as well.
However his body could not take it anymore, too many things had happened in one night. Everything had been too intense. With a groan of helplessness, Law fell unconscious and back into darkness.
...oOo...
The wizard woke to the feel of movement by his side and without hesitation, opened an eye to the dim darkness of the room looking for the cause. Kidd, the spirit, the one who had given him the best night of his life, was by his side, his body still pleasantly naked and covered with strange runes, and his arms surrounding him God, he was not inside of him anymore, Law thought with relief but with a strange sense of emptiness inside him too. The redhead was now sitting against the head of the bed, holding up Law's figure and the blankets he'd wrapped to protect him from the cold, and had his head turned toward the window of the house.
Law yawned and stretched between the other's arms, sensing a farewell.
Kidd turned to watch him then, silently and intensely, as his whole body tensed at every movement that drew Law away from him, as if barely restraining himself to kiss him again and lure him against his body for a second session.
"What's wrong?" Law murmured, frowning.
Kidd turned his head away from Law's inquisitive eye.
"I have to go. It's dawning." Then he turned to watch Law again, his arms pressing him on the sheets, pulling him back against him" I have to be in my grave when the first rays of the sun come or I will disappear forever "
Law nodded slowly under the intense stare. The redhead seemed to want Law to understand this clearly, that he was leaving because he had no choice, not because he wanted to. Law moved away from the redhead's body, sighing. Kidd frowned but did not say anything as Law began to dress again in the thick robes from his closet.
"I will accompany you" was the only thing Law said as an explanation.
The sky was beginning to illuminate when they finally reached the steep cave deep in the forest. Centuries ago, someone had carved Celtic knots and old phrases of praise in the door frame, signs of protection and happiness for the other life of the deceased, so that he could get everything he wanted and desired in the afterlife. The burial was clearly that of a king, great and beloved, not anyone could afford such a thing, nor get his servants to do it, even so, over time, the stone and goodwill of those people had been eroded until all symbols and all protection had been eliminated.
Now black marks and cobwebs covered the entrance, the stone that had covered the tomb lay broken in half in the middle of the entrance, and every plant and animal that had grown and lived in the place for centuries had died or had turned into grayish-black color thanks of the curse. This was the tomb of a Draugr, of evil, of everything that should not come to light.
Kidd stopped in the doorway.
"I'm going"
Law nodded "Yeah"
The brunette did not like this place, it was too dark, too sad and macabre, not even the pale light of dawn managed to seep into this place. It did not fit at all the powerful and incredible man before him. Law swore to himself that he would restore the glory of this place in honor of the redhead.
Kidd, however, turned to look at him one last time, he was still tense, he had been all the way here, not saying a word, not being able to look into his eyes. Law had left him space, understanding that to go back to the grave even to just rest during the day was not easy for him. Going back to life, and making your own decisions was going to prove to be difficult after so many centuries being controlled by the darkness.
"Can I see you tonight again?" Asked then the undead man in a hard but decided way, looking him straight in the eyes.
Law observed him carefully. A man returned from the dead, freed from the shadow and spit back into the cold world with nothing to protect or to help him. Without ever being the same again. Law thought of the night he had just spent in the man's arms. He thought of the few legends that spoke of what remained of those creatures after they defeated the shadow: empty men who wandered the world eternally to redeem themselves from all the lives they had stolen while being possessed. An unfair punishment. The man in front of Law did not deserve that. Law still remembered his fear, his broken voice and his concern not to inflict more damage.
"I would love that" he said convinced. If the man was destined to wander the world to redeem himself, Law would make sure that he would at least do it happily.
Kidd smiled then, for the first time, a half-smile that spoke of a wry humor. Law felt his cheeks blush and his pulse quicken with a sudden heat. The man was attractive, even when the darkness surrounded him, even when the magic helped him breathe.
Kidd entered the cave. The sun again illuminated the world. Law also smiled for the first time in many years.
Well, I hope you liked it, cos I did enjoyed writing it, I might even make a second chapter or a fic if I have time of motivation again. If you want to know more about the mythology I used for the fic you can go to Wikipedia (yeah, I know it's not a reliable source but fuck it) and search Nocnitsa and Draugr, both form the Nordic and Scandinavian mythologists, it will probably make more sense that way.
See ya.
