❝ Had he died, he wouldn't have felt it. His heart was kept in the chest of his beloved. ❞
Neteyam is traversing his teenage years with his family in the forest, it's his sixteenth birthday when the sky people come back to their world. The last year...
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❝ I WOULD KNOW HIM IN DEATH,
Neteyam's eyes flutter open again, he doesn't have to look around to know that he's back in the rivers where he fished countless times before. He's back home.
He looks down and almost starts to cry when he sees Kew'Itan under him, arms lazily placed over his shoulders as he watches him, concerned and loving.
He looks so wonderful splayed out on the forest's floor with the tips of his hair wet by the fresh water running under them.
"You spaced out for so long, are you okay?" The other boy runs a hand over the small healed cuts that paint his shoulders, he almost can't feel the subtle sting concentrating so much over the fact that Kew's hand is burning with life.
"Yeah," he mumbles and presses their foreheads together, bringing him closer "I missed you."
Kew's ears twitch adorably "I missed you too?"
The boy brushes his fingers under Neteyam's eyes, drying away fallen tears with a gentleness that only he possesses "Why are you crying?"
"I just want you."
Kew responds to his kiss after a brief moment, wrapping his arms around his neck to hold him close.
"I'm yours."
Neteyam is unworthy of everything, of the hands that are placed on his chest as a support.
"I'm sorry." He murmurs once, against the turquoise skin of his beloved.
He's unworthy to witness the softest of flowers bloom under his touch.
Kew doesn't protest, allowing him to maneuver him in a way where his body is half lift off the ground.
"I'm so sorry." He repeats a second time, leaving kisses every time he hears the steady beat on the chest of his mate.
"Neteyam.." Kew calls him, like his name was always meant to be his to say. And it is. Only his.
He isn't crying anymore but the other still runs his delicate lips over his eyes like he is, grounding him in the moment.
