Changeling 22Silence and only silence. So far removed was his room that not even dreams came to visit him. Without the presence of the green eyed wraith, the pain would not surface, but there was a different sort of anguish he could not explain. The rough sheets pressed up against his restless cheeks as he fought for sleep. So distraught was he that he did not hear the footsteps approaching the door of his room.More Like This
It opened noiselessly as the complex had no squeaky hinges and Uruha looked up only as Aoi stepped closer to him. "Are you alright?"
"You were right," Uruha murmured, "Elia forced me." He waited for Aoi to scold him, to call him names, and to shout at him, but only quiet greeted his revelation for a moment.
Aoi leaned into the bed, pulling him carefully into arms. Uruha rested his face in the crook of his neck, looking up to see a wall of feathers grouping around them protectively. "We're going to leave here. I won't be a part of anyone else's plan again. Not Reita's. Not Ruki's. Not Kai's.