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Rating: T
XIII. Scream
He screamed.
He had never screamed before. Not like this, never like this.
I had seen the other memories.
Abuse was his past.
I had seen the beatings, torture, starvation and neglect.
But…
None of that compared to what I was witnessing.
The shatteringly, agonized and pained screams that begged and plead.
I wanted nothing more to steal away my lover's past-selves. To protect him against everything, I stole a glance at my lover.
I knew he didn't need protecting, neither of us did; we were both powerful wizards in our own right.
Finally everything faded away and I found myself back in the Ritual Room.
I looked up at him; my gaze captured by his emerald green eyes, messy raven hair falling into those mesmerizing orbs.
Never looking away I walked up to him, just inches apart.
"This doesn't change anything."
He just nods.
I reach my hand and tuck his hair behind his ear, my hand drifting from his ear to caress his jaw. Leaning down I captured his lips in a kiss.
"This doesn't change anything," I repeated against his lips.
"Ok," he whispered against my own lips.
Feeling his lips trail kisses down my jaw, I swore I would never again allow screams like that to pass his lips ever again.