Cavern lover

Rain

In this Erik (Cobra) and Macbeth (Midnight) are enemies sorta. There isn't really gonna be any smut more fluff than anything plus angst-ish not really. Written in third person.

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   Erik and Midnight were separated from the others and had been on their own for a few weeks. They couldn't move around much as Erik had been seriously injured. They were the worst duo to be together without the others. Nonstop bickering, as they blamed each other for every little thing. They argued over the smallest of things. But without the additional person they wouldn't have company, and Erik wouldn't have been able to survive this long by himself, but he would never admit that out loud, especially not to the male that was currently taking care of him.

  "Stop moving or I'll mess up your bandages!" Midnight yells as he tightens the cloth that's wrapped around Erik's ribs. "Ow that's tight! What are you trying to do? Suffocate me to death!?" The dragon slayer seethed out in pain, while the mage above him scoffs. "Well if you would stay still, I could do this right." The wounded man doesn't bite back, instead he stills like he's asked. Midnight finishes wrapping Erik's chest sighing heavily. "There, this is all that's left, so don't be an idiot and move around. Don't want to deal with you bleeding out everywhere." The auburn-haired male growled out annoyed, gently laying down on his makeshift cot near the slow burning fire.

  Midnight gets up placing more wood in the fire, staring at Erik for a few minutes before quietly speaking. "I'll go find some food, yell if you're in danger, I'll come back before the monsters devour you completely." He jokes, the one-eyed man flips him off in response, shooing him away.

   As Midnight makes his way down to the river careful not to slip with the raining weather. As he's walking around, he hears branches snap, he goes towards the sound treading carefully, he looks past the trees spotting a deer. He slowly pulls out the small dagger, Erik gave him. As he approaches the animal, he loses his balance on the slick mud, descending the slope. The wavy-haired male fails at trying to catch himself, instead makes rough impact into a tree, that's quite a bit of a drop, knocking him out.

   Erik wakes sometime later, instantly looking around for the paler mage. Thinking he would be back by now with food ready for the two of them. The dragon slayer thinks nothing of it, until he looks out of the cave. Noticing it's storming more than when he was last awake. He stares out of the opening, debating on what he should do. Groaning as he gets up sluggishly, grunting in pain, with each movement. He makes his way out of the cavern clutching his stomach to ease some of the ache from the wound. Erik uses his enhanced hearing and smell to locate Midnight, but with the heavy rain fall it's rather difficult, still he persists.

  An hour has passed, and Erik still hasn't been able to find the other male. He takes a shaky deep breath in as he balances himself on a near-by tree. "Where the fuck are you?" he mumbles out tiredly in aggravation. The poison mage thinks back on what the smaller male smelled like and the way his body vibration sounded like. Which took a bit because, he was never one to remember anything about his enemy. Or so he'd like to think, but in all honesty, Erik knew what his favorite foods were, the specific way he did his makeup, how giddy he would get with stuff he found cute. If you spend enough time with someone, you're bound to learn things about them whether you wanted to or not. But that's just what he told himself, things he would rather not think so deeply about, like the way Erik ways always automatically following the others figure, how his ears perked up at the sound of him coming near him, speaking in that soft voice. Those piercing red eyes. And the way Midnight smiled, oh how much he hated the way everything about him made him feel.

  Erik bites his lip, worried about the other. He refocuses on everything but this time actually looking for the other mage. It takes a bit of time before he's able to pick up on something. He goes as quickly as he can to the source. The dragon slayer's eyes land on the familiar male, who's pretty far down, he looks lifeless, as blood trickles onto his face. "Shit!" Erik panics, slowly sliding down the hill. He nervously reaches his arm to his face, checking to see if the smaller male is still breathing. The auburn-haired male sighs out in relief, "Thank God!" he slumps next to Midnight, looking the other over for the damage. Noticing the injury on the back of Midnights head he cusses out in frustration as his hands covers the mages wound to try and stop the bleeding. Erik's eyes scan the area for something to close the cut with. Finding nothing of value, he returns his attention back on Midnight. He softly lifts him, but fails back to his knees, seething out in pain, remembering his own wounds, suddenly it hits him. He hurriedly reaches down to his chest, removing some of the wet bandage, making sure to only get clean parts of it, as he tears some of it apart then re-tying it on him before delicately wraps the cloth around the others injury binding it off. Erik once again gently lifts Midnight, ignoring his pain when the weight is added, making his way back to the safety of the cave.