1/31/2025, 12:58 AM
He was here.
And Geraint couldn’t help it. They sobbed, tucking their face into Nightingale’s fur. It had been so long, so very long, lonely nights and days filled with nothing but the endless walk of someone who had little else to live for. Until Nightjar, who they missed, but she would be fine. She always was.
You weren’t.It came out as a rasp, the final grasping of his composure failing. Geraint tucked Nightingale close to his chest, feeling the tremors of emotion like a hot iron poker in his chest. He dragged in a breath that sounded more like a sob.
T-They told me you were gone. A deer. I couldn’t-I didn’t-.Tears finally spilled out of green eyes, no matter how much they hated the emotion. But Nightingale was here, and they could feel his breath against their chest, ruffling the fur there. And when they looked down, they saw the cheery gold brown of his fur.
And Geraint couldn’t help it. They sobbed, tucking their face into Nightingale’s fur. It had been so long, so very long, lonely nights and days filled with nothing but the endless walk of someone who had little else to live for. Until Nightjar, who they missed, but she would be fine. She always was.
I couldn’t stay there. Not without you.Never without the other half of his very soul.