Why can't I for the life of me write fluff like good Chuck Lya come up with some happy tales for the people!

Someone hold me to this: next drabble I post is happy - either happy alive Grayson child (though there is a mini angst trip but it is very mini), baby dragon shenanigans, or Armen fishing! Good lord I am such an awful person!

Good news: Clone Wars Season 7 premiere is out!

Bad news: I dropped my airpod down the drain and fished in the sink for half an hour to get it back (but by some miracle it still works!)

Let's Go On An Adventure


Let Me Go

It was just the two of them: him and Grayson. His friend looked happier than Drake had ever seen him before, and he was roaring with laughter at whatever Drake said. All of the lines seemed to be gone from his face, like he had never been stressed about anything from the world. It was nice, peaceful. There was no danger to be found anywhere in this dream world.

"Drake, what are you doing here?"

Then the world fell apart. Images twisted and turned. It flashed from day to night, and still Drake clung to Grayson. If they could get to the exit, Grayson would be able to escape too. He would finally be free. However, the jubilance from before had disappeared, and a different Grayson was here. This one seemed older, sadder. He kept a distance from Drake, for once not taking the lead so that the dream walking mage was forced to guide them to the exit instead.

"I've killed people, so many people."

The dream world was the only way for Drake to communicate with Grayson. He had gotten better at lucid dreaming since his attempts to reach Armen, and he often found himself in some kind of dreamscape created by Grayson. Sometimes it was an unfamiliar manor where Grayson was cradling a babe in his arms with a lively woman by his side. Sometimes he was traveling a dense forest, but there were no nightmares lurking. Sometimes he was eating by a campfire, but the fire was tame and not trying to burn the world around them. These were the images where Grayson was mostly at peace, and he never questioned why Drake was there… like he wanted him to be there.

"I'm doing everything in my power to keep Him from going after you. He'll kill you. You have to stop this, Drake. You can't save me. Please don't get yourself killed for my sake."

The first time it happened, both Grayson and Drake were unsure of what to make of it. After the initial shock wore off, Grayson had done his best to make Drake stop with his efforts to save him. He had tried and he begged, but Drake refused to listen. Why would he ever listen to him? It had been an accident that he fell into this dream world, and since then Drake sought out ways to make it back. Every time he reentered the dreamscape and found Grayson, he would try his best to reach him. Every attempt was met with failure simply because Grayson didn't want to be saved.

"I've watched you die. I've watched Armen die. So many times, and I don't know what's real and what's not. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and find you dead, dead because of me."

Drake learned more about Grayson here than he ever did in the real world. He learned of the man's family and how his life had crashed and burned before reuniting with Drake. He learned of the sword Andruin, reforged from the Fiery Sword wielded once by Armen all of those years ago. He learned of the egg's importance, and Grayson made him swear an oath to make the egg the priority, not Grayson. Of course, no matter what he had said to placate his friend, hatching the dragon's egg was nothing compared to Drake's desire to save Grayson.

"You have to go, Drake. He'll never stop hunting you."

He tried every book that he could find on the subject, but there was no cure given. Every day Drake could feel His control growing stronger, and he was afraid of the day when Grayson would be left with no free will of his own. He would be rendered into a puppet just like Armen was, and his friend would be gone. He was desperate to keep Armen alive, desperate to save Grayson, desperate to keep them both. Grayson's life and freedom was not the cost he was prepared to make when he set out to free Armen five years ago.

"Please Drake, listen to me."

Drake debated on taking more of the demon into himself so that Grayson would be free. It was a risky plan, and Drake knew that it would mean the end for him. Still, it would mean that Grayson was alive, and he would trade his life for the blond's in an instant. After all that Grayson had done for him to save Armen, it was time he returned the favor.

"I've lost my family, Drake. I can't lose you, too."

Drake knew that he couldn't do that. Grayson would never forgive him for sacrificing himself to save him, and even if he did, Drake already knew that if their roles were switched, there would be no stopping Grayson from trying to save Drake, too. He'd throw himself into the fray blindly, paying no heed to the dangers involved. Deep down, Drake knew that he was no better. He drove himself to his limits, and there were times when he drew his magic from his own life force in a failed attempt to save Grayson, but everything was for naught.

"Drake…"

He had grown obsessed with finding the key to Grayson's survival and salvation. Drake could tell that Armen and Mia were both growing more worried for him as his obsession became his main driving force, but they shouldn't be. Drake didn't need their worry. What he needed was for Grayson to be back within arm's reach, safe and sound. Everything that he did, he did it so that they could be together.

"Drake, I…"

Every dream ended the same. When Drake finally found the exit, and he always did, not Grayson. Grayson wasn't looking for the way out anymore. When Drake found the exit, he would always extend his hand, ready to take Grayson with him to the other side. If anyone could reach him, he knew that he could.

"I'm sorry."

Not this time.

"I'm so sorry."

Drake was waiting on the other side, holding out his hand like he always did. Grayson would never approach, never daring to come closer to Drake lest he spread his contagion to him. No, this time, Grayson closed the distance between them, his lips parted and a shattered look in his eyes like he had already given up. Then he was kissing him, and nothing else seemed to matter at that moment as Drake kissed back.

"I love you Drake, but I can't let you do this."

Tears shone in his eyes, tears that should have been impossible because this was a dream world and he was just the pawn in it. Grayson was shaking his head wildly, telling Drake to let him go, telling him to leave and to never return to this place. Drake refused, and his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. He couldn't leave Grayson. He had to save him. He had to save him.

"Please, don't come back for me. Let me go."

Grayson looked at him sadly, and the longing that was always there was suddenly so clear to Drake. He did want to escape, but he was choosing not to in order to protect Drake. His emerald eyes cleared as if he gained one last trembling gasp at sanity. His hand was intertwined with Drake's, holding onto him and giving him one last look, absorbing every last detail that he could. Drake knew what he was going to do, and he was shaking his head to tell him not to do it.

"Let me go."

Then he let go, and the world shattered around them as Drake was pushed from Grayson's consciousness. There would be no going back, not with the new barriers erected. He tried to push against them again and again, but in vain. He was unable to reach Grayson again.

"You can't save me. None of you can."


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You know, there's probably a special place in hell for writers like me :) This is fine :) Feelsbreaking is fine :)

Do you know what is REALLY funny? I thought that I kicked the habit of unnecessary feelsbreaking! Like, I would do it for my drabbles, but they are relatively well balanced between humor, friendship, and angst. Then I come back here and bam feels feels feels what in the hell Lya what are you doing!

*coughs*

Fishing. Babies. Dragons.

CJ: If you're happy and you know it clap your hands! *silence* Ironically, the version I'm almost done writing has Grayson escaping the Empire WITH the baby, so that angst ain't happenin' yet. However, I am certainly planning the Ferox heir version :) This is fine :) 100% fine :) Everything's fine :)

You know, I was sitting for a good moment trying to think of something to finish up my AN with, and I completely forgot that I did a Drayson kiss scene because I am awesome and too obsessed with smiley faces :)

~Lya200~