(December '17) Prompt #3 - "A kiss for good luck..." [Archive]

ArtisticVicu

12-23-2017, 06:20 AM

“Neryk.”

His head came round, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes locked onto the figure at the other end of the room. The energy in the room surged about as they instinctually reached out to each other, meeting for the first time since they had been bonded without their consent.

“Kylo,” he breathed, emotions choking him and too potent for him to make sense of. He took a step forward and the other mirrored him. Another, and another, until they were running at each other eating up the distance between them faster and faster till he was forced to skid to a stop, braced as their bodies collided painfully.

He couldn’t breathe from the collision but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He held on as tight as he could, Kylo’s arms crushing him in turn. He pulled back and it was like they were one as Kylo mirrored him. Their lips clashed as Neryk buried a hand into the black locks at the back of Kylo’s head, and everything was right in the world.

He didn’t know how long it was till they separated but he was breathing heavily, his cheeks wet from tears of joy or sorrow - he didn’t know anymore. Kylo’s cheeks were equally streaked and the first laugh came from the other. It was echoed over their bond and Neryk found it contagious, his laughter ringing off the walls with Kylo’s as they clung to each other again.

“We can’t stay here,” Kylo spoke in the silence. Neryk finally registered they had been standing there for far longer than they had time for. It hurt – physically hurt – to pull away from Kylo. After so long not being able to make their Bind complete, having it was overwhelming and he didn’t want to move away, irrationally fearing that should they separate, their connection would cease to exist. “We have to stick to the plan.”

Neryk buried his hands into Kylo’s hair even as he agreed. “I’ll make sure you don’t face her on your own. She’ll most likely bring more than just me.”

Kylo leaned in. Neryk met him half way and their lips collided. This time, this kiss, was far softer, far more loving, and any doubt that had been seeded into either of their souls that they would ever be separated by anything other than death left them both. Kylo broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over Neryk’s and it took everything for him to not close that thin gap as Kylo’s intent rolled across their bond. “A kiss for good luck.”

Neryk closed the gap but only for a brief moment. “A kiss for good luck,” he agreed, pressing their foreheads together one last time, memorizing how Kylo’s energy rolled against his own and blended so purely when they were so close together. He took the first step back, allowing Kylo to remain strong and steadfast. He was going to need that and Neryk sent Kylo encouragement, love, and strength over their bond without trying. He saw the effect roll through Kylo, the tension leaving as he stood taller. Neryk smiled gently. “See you soon.”

Kylo dipped his head, love flooding their bond. “See you soon.”

It was like he blinked and Kylo was gone from the room. But even as the distance between them lengthened, the feeling of Kylo never lessened and Neryk found his fingers curling into the fabric over his chest where he felt Kylo the strongest. Bound so strongly by mind before their Bind was properly started, Neryk found himself easily split between what Kylo was seeing and what he was seeing.

He couldn’t tell if the fear he was feeling was his own or Kylo’s. Or was it both of them fearing the same thing?

They were in the middle of a war with a fresh Bind expected by those around them to fight with the intent of killing the other for the greater good of either side. Would one of them die so shortly after their Bind was solidified? Would they both make it out of this – exiled or not – only to succumb to something else so soon?

There was no way of telling what was going to happen to them or to anyone they cared about. There was no way of knowing where all this was headed and Neryk raised his chin high as he entered the space she was waiting for him in. Sure enough, her two closest friends were there, the three of them connected through the most unlikeliest of people yet the three of them had become inseparable. Would the Fates be kind to them as well or will one of them actually die this time? Would they be granted mercy and be taken from this world together?

He gave a nod to her, taking solace in the comfort and love being sent his way from Kylo. He tried to hide his guilt of taking away from Kylo but the flood of love and reassurance had him feeling like he was drowning. It was clear that Kylo saw it as a partnership, as them supporting each other, and had no qualms with Neryk being a mild distraction from his own fears and worries. Neryk smiled softly, not caring if anyone saw as he sent love and devotion right back with as much strength as he could muster and their love mingled in the midst of the connection.

Their Bind only grew stronger.

Their battlefield had been chosen for them. Neryk could hear Kylo’s mental cursing at getting caught too soon and Neryk sent reassurance over their bond. They would be fine, they could work with this.

Except they couldn’t.

And Neryk found himself suddenly on the wrong side of the battlefield, her weapon buried in his side as Kylo screamed his name. The pain and anguish in that one word was only multiplied as it crossed over the bond they shared as he crashed to his knees. She withdrew, the look on her face a blend of emotions that boded nothing good.

He couldn’t fight back. There was nothing close to defend himself with and he quietly accepted his Fate as she raised her weapon.

Kylo’s screaming and the flood of love and desperation filled his mind as he closed his eyes, waiting.

Neryk opened his eyes to find himself lying on the cold floor, Kylo above him crying. The relief drowned him as much as it did Kylo and the tears quickly turned from sadness to joy as Kylo kissed him.

It stole his breath away.

When he opened his eyes afterwards, he felt groggy and still in a ton of pain, but he was alive, he was breathing, and, from the looks of it, so were all in the trio. She was being talked down by her two companions, both of which were restraining her. He could feel her energy rolling around them, touching the natural energy in the air and stirring it to do her bidding. With Kylo’s aid, Neryk reached out his own energy and soothed hers and what was in the air. The peace that followed the act stilled everyone. He felt the turmoil leave Kylo for a moment and the quiet over their bond and around them was euphoric.