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Why Did I Say I Was Sorry?

Summary:

Fire Spirit couldn't take it anymore.

Wind Archer tries comforting him after he messed up.

Notes:

i can't do summaries bro for like short stories without spoiling most of it 3

will be doing short stories more often!

also BIRD WIND ARCHER NEEDS TO BE A TAG.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Fire Spirit couldn’t take it anymore.

 

He couldn’t. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t. What could he do? Nothing. So maybe he should be nothing.

 

That would make it better. Surely. Surely if Fire Spirit just stopped existing, stopped breathing, stopped living, everything would be better.

 

No one would care. Of course, no one would care. When did anyone care in the first place? No one.

 

So why did it hurt? Why did it hurt when he looked into those green eyes and saw regret and guilt and pity? Why did it hurt when he turned away? Why did it hurt when those two words dropped from his mouth?

 

Why did it still hurt to know no one would care if Fire Spirit died?

 

Fire Spirit couldn’t take it anymore.

 

<——/\{———====+====———}/\——>

 

Wind Archer paced around the forest, the night sky pitch black and full of glittering stars, all staring down at him. When did they appear? He didn’t know.

 

Time felt like it passed so quickly. It felt like only a few seconds had passed since he confessed, and then Wind Archer panicked and turned away. He fucking turned away! Why didn’t he say anything?! He loved him back! So why?

 

Why the fuck did he act like that? Saying “I’m sorry”? He better be, ‘cause that was so stupid! Fire Spirit liked him, and so did Wind Archer, so why, just why did he reject him like that?

 

He didn’t say “no”. He didn’t say “I don’t like you”. He didn’t say anything that determined that he doesn’t like Fire Spirit back. But he said “I’m sorry”. I’m sorry!

 

Wind Archer loved him. Every part of him. The way his hair dances and rises like the sun every time he’s happy or excited, the way he chews on his bottom lip when he’s unsure or nervous, the way he talks, and those eyes.

 

Witches, those eyes.

 

Those eyes were beautiful. Red as the Red Dragon’s Bead, lighting up like a fire when Fire Spirit saw Wind Archer. Flickering like a fire about to die when unsure. Darkening when he got angry or upset.

 

And dying out like a fire put to ashes after being stomped on when heartbroken.

 

Wind Archer saw his eyes before he turned away. The light dead. Not there anymore. Absent. Dead. He never wanted to see it again. Never. Not again.

 

It haunted him. And he, for a moment, had pitied him. Pitied him because Fire Spirit’s light had burnt out only because of a small ‘rejection’. But it was valid, wasn’t it? Why did he feel pity?

 

He stopped pacing. I should go back. Apologize. Tell him how I actually feel.

 

So Wind Archer flew. Spread his pristine white wings, letting the feathers shine in the moonlight, and flapped. Once. Twice. Off the ground. He glided along the wind, stopping at the Dragon’s Valley.

 

He landed on a piece of rock near the entrance of the cave. Crystals lined the walls, jagged and sticking out. The floor was dusty and the heat was tolerable due to the night air colliding with it.

 

Wind Archer searched the cave, his worry gnawing at the back of his mind. What if he refused? Didn’t accept his apology? Already got over him?

 

He searched for a long while. He frowned. Usually, Fire Spirit would’ve sensed him by now and come talking to him with a stupid grin about how his “Windy” had come to “pay a little visit”. Wind Archer had always dismissed him, but now he would love to hear his voice right beside him. But he’s not there.

 

And then he found a light near a small hole. He transformed into bird form to fit through, and blinked a couple of times to see what he just got into after turning back into Cookie form.

 

And Wind Archer gasped and covered his mouth.

 

Fire Spirit laid on the wall, breathing, thank the Witches, but covered in jam. A blade, noticeably jagged and worn down, had blood covering most of it. And it was in his hand. Wind Archer stepped closer and gently held his arm, his eyes widening and filling with tears as he realized there were not only plenty of scars, but new cuts as well. How long had he been doing this? How long had he been doing this without anyone knowing or noticing?

 

Too long, he decided. Too fucking long.

 

“…Fire Spirit?” He choked out, barely holding back a sob. “Are you…still awake?”

 

Fire Spirit said nothing. Wind Archer put his arm down gingerly and sat down in front of him. He took his blade away, pocketing it so he couldn’t use it later. He scooted closer, carefully pushing away his arms and he cuddled him. Making sure not to touch any cuts, he leaned into Fire Spirit’s neck, letting his head rest there and he let out a soft sigh. Wind Archer wrapped his arms around Fire Spirit’s torso, and his legs straddled Fire spirit. He was warm. He was still warm, and Wind Archer felt relieved. He was warm, and that was all that mattered.

 

They stayed like that for the rest of the night. He was still warm. He was still warm, and that was all that mattered.

Notes:

comments and kudos are appreciated <3