Without You [Blu]

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them


She had not seen Chronos in...a year? A year and a half? Perhaps longer? She had thought it to be a selfish, whimsical hope that she would ever gaze upon her precious companion again. He was gone, all of Valhalla had tried to convince her of such a fact, or at least those few who noticed her sudden change in demeanor. Chronos had been so much more to the tiny healer than she cared readily to meet. He was the only wolf she had ever willingly sought out, the only wolf she ever would.

Blu was a schizophrenic, unpredictable, scared of her own shadow more oft than not, she jumped at imaginary figures and winced when screams of rage reached her. She wasn't pretty, scars marred her flesh and her body she was missing a god damned leg and still... Chronos had never pushed her away, had never looked at her with pity. He was everything to her, and she loved him unconditionally for it and she probably always would. She wished she could have seen him just one last time and then... this phantom appeared before her.

Of Ebony fur and crystalline blue eyes, no matter how sunken and emaciated the form before her was, this was her Chronos and for a moment, she thought herself to have died, surely he would not have returned to Valhalla upon a whim? Surely this was heaven in an attempt to be kind, to present the only thing she had ever trusted her enough to love, even if it was but a phantom, but then his cranium turned, pupils dilating and spinning wildly and tears flooded her golden orbs. His voice spilled out naught but her name and damn it all to hell!

Fuck the border.

She darted forward, barely crossing into Valhalla's territory and plowing into him. She coiled her head around the base of his shoulders, pulling her bodice to him as strongly as she was able. "Chronos!" Her voice came as an excited whimper. Whines, and cries of joy, happiness, love, sadness... they fell from her maw in a litany of cries. She bathed him in eager kisses and soft licks, her pink tongue scraping anywhere and everywhere she could reach. tears blended into the rough confines of his fur and her body trembled with the onslaught of emotions that coursed through her blood. She loved him, he was here, he was safe, he came back... and that was all that mattered.