Shopping took a detour

They spoke briefly of how they might create their family, finding a surrogate was at the top of their list. Void was uncertain, he’d never cared for the practice of keeping slaves, his mother had been born a slave and just thinking about what that life had done to her destroyed him inside. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to do something like that to achieve their goal. The thought hadn’t stayed with him for too long, Plague mentioned finding traders for more fabrics today and Void himself had debated taking the trip home to Abaven. He’d returned to the dan far before Plague, and that fact made it impossible for him to sleep.

When he heard voices outside he was immediately awake. Void hadn’t really fallen asleep, but he was relaxing in a daze. Not enough to be startled when Plague entered the bedroom. Plague was lucky the low light hid the blood that remained on him, and obscured the wounds he suffered. Of course, Void could smell it on him along with the unknown scent of a woman. Alarmed, Void was quick to get out of bed and bring himself to his husband’s side. He still hadn’t gotten over how lucky he was to finally call him by that title. Plague was his other half, he made Void better in all ways and now that they were together he couldn’t see himself apart from him.

"Plague,” he said with relief as he closed the distance between them. "Are you alright?” He asked first, mostly concerned for his love’s health. "Where have you been?”

"Speech"