u halloweenie

The comforting weight of a heavy head atop his own, even one that was being very gentle, was just the kind of comfort he needed. Even now, when both of them were overwhelmed by emotion and breaking down, he drew a small margin of comfort from feeling the softness of Áskell's muzzle pressed against the top of his head. Even through the dampness of his fur, he could feel the telltale wetness of tears seeping into the downy fluff atop his crown. Áskell quietly pleaded with him, begging for some way to help him and keep him alive. A heavy sigh shuddered through his spore riddled lungs. He kept up the steady rhythm of stroking the front of Áskell's forelimb with the back of his sore paw, wondering how he could even begin to explain that there wasn't much that Áskell could do to ensure his safety.

"I think..." hoarse vocals remained quiet, trying for soothing but falling short by a mile. The barest trace of a frown tugged at the corners of his maw, as he puzzled over his choice of words. "Ya might just.. have t' trust me." he said hesitantly, leaning a little more of his meagre weight against the larger male. "I'm strong, I survived plenty. I'll probably survive this, too." the end of that sentence lilted up at the end, like he was assuming he would survive. Come out of all of this without a scratch, and keep on chugging through life. There were no guarantees, but he didn't want to leave his mothers with only one child left.

"I got- got a pretty talented healer at home with me.. she's kept me alive so far." he added with a weak chuckle. Sighing again, softer and less haggard this time around, he simply let himself hang on to the moment. Perhaps he would die soon, but at least he would have this small, tender moment to look back on in his last moments. That was something, wasn't it?