Walk | Talk | Think
Some time later, the dark healer lay beside her now-official lover, her forelegs tucked between their chests as his held her gently to him. For an entire week, Callisto had stayed close to him, watching to make sure that Jak's fever broke and his wounds were properly tended to. Each time she looked upon him she had felt a reflection of her grief, as well as an overwhelming sense of relief that he survived. Each feeling was startling in its own right, especially given their strong nature, but combined they had frightened her. The attachment she felt was foreign and strange, completely unknown to her, and out of habit Calli had tried to distance herself from it, from him. Now, however, she was starting to accept it. It was still scary, unquestionably, but to share these moments with Jakart, to know that he would stay with her forever, made it worthwhile to face that fear.
A soft, murmured noise of contentment slid from her muzzle as she lay there, eyes closed and her expression peaceful. She felt strangely better than she had for a long while, free and possibly even happy. Her pessimistic thoughts assured that it would not last, that something could, and would, eventually go wrong, but Calli chose to ignore them. It was so much nicer to remain blissfully in the moment, to feel, at least for this time, that everything was okay, and that she was not alone. With a quiet intake of breath, her silver-blue eyes opened to stare dreamily at Jakart. He looked like the embodiment of everything that she felt: the inner peace, the contentment, the safety. If she had been prone to it, she might have smiled, but if anything her half-lidded gaze softened.
I'm lucky, she realized as she looked at him. Since when did I become lucky? How many wolves could say they had lost someone and had that individual returned to them? How many wolves could claim to have been given a second chance at something potentially great? With the events of her life so far, Callisto never would have dreamed to possess any sort of good luck at all, but it was so hard to deny when she considered how much worse things could have been. He could still be gone, she thought to herself as she trailed a grey forepaw up through the fur of his chest, he could have died. She could have never found him, or worse, found his lifeless body instead. It's you, Calli realized, t's all because of you. Jakart, somehow, was turning her horrible luck and cursed life around.
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