“ I'll make sure of that,” he growled and sighed about the weird part, “ dad is… Lonely.. So he wouldn't mind an addition to the family
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“Good.” He clung to Eyros. “Aren’t I already an addition to the family? I am your mate after all. Does there need to be some big ceremony before I’m part of the family? Like humans and their silly weddings.”
“ ye.” he said happily
Raf looked up at him. "Does this mean we have to plan big ceremony???"
“ yup.” he said softly
Raf immediately started to freak out. "Where would it be located? Who would be invited? What about clothing? Decorations! You can't spring this upon me!" Then he held his chest, groaning in discomfort.
“ calm down, it's not for a few months “
Raf suddenly felt sick. He nestled into Eyros. “Where are we going to go when we’re discharged? You seem like you’ve recovered well.”
“ Well, we could go stay with dad for a bit.”
Raf held his chest. It hurt from his recent excitement. “If you wish, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around his mate’s chest, pressing himself as close as he could.
Eyros held his mate close, kissing his neck softly
Raf smiled, scrunching his neck at the kisses. He would always be ticklish. He laid his head in the crook of Eyros’ neck, being careful of the wound.
Eyros ran his fingers through the other hair and smiled
Raf was soothed by Eryos running his fingers through his hair. “Eyros, it feels stuffy in here. I feel like I cant breath.” He rolled over onto his back, trying to take the bandages off his chest. When he did, on his left side was small bullet hole with major bruising around it. The bullet had cracked a rib.
“ I'm sorry, “ he said and sighed, laying his hand gently over the bruising, his cool skin acting like an ice pack
Raf tried to relax. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, love.” A shiver traveled down his spine when Eyros put his hand over the wound. This hounds skin was unnaturally cold. “Why are you so cold?”
“ Because I am not alive nor am I dead. I'm stuck in between “
Raf blinked at Eyros, confused by his words. “T-that doesn’t make sense, Eyros..”
“ It's like my body is dead but my soul is still inside, keeping me awake “
Raf's face immediately turned to worry. "You've been like this your whole life??? Or because my aunt tore open your throat?"
“Since my soul was traded”
Raf crinkled his nose. “So ever since you were born? What happened to your birth mother?” He was very curious.
“ she sold my soul to the devil for luxury. At least it was what I was told “
Raf raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Luxury? That's stupid! At least sell your soul for something better. People these days!"
Eyros gave a soft laugh and shook his head
"What!" Raf whined. "I think it's incredibly silly!" He gave Eyros a hug, whimpering as pain spread throughout his chest. "What happens if you sell your soul? I want a detailed answer."
“ the devil takes it, and if he so decides, he’ll give you another life as a hell hound.”
"What would the reasons be behind that decision? And what happens if he doesn't make you one?" Raf cuddled Eyros, trying to see if he could warm up the hound or not.
Eyros smiled as he saw rafs intentions
“ to become a hell hound, you must not have any connections to the savior, but your soul must also be strong in will,” he said
“ If you're thinking about becoming one, I would ask my father more about it.”
Raf tilted his head. “The savior? Who’s that?” He didn’t understand. “I-I’m just curious… that’s all. I’m not sure that life is a good fit for me.” He stared into Eyros’ eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. “I don't think I'm strong enough either. I'm pretty weak.”