Small Cap climbed back into my belt pouch.
Colin placed the crystal shard next to him then readied his weapons at his belt for quick retrieval once the barrier was lifted.
He slowly exhaled. Some of his breaths fell short. I noticed he was pressing his left arm closer to his side. Was he injured?
I placed the guns down.
"How deep is your wound?" I frowned, forced his arm aside and lifted back part of his overcoat to look at what he had been, skilfully, holding in.
There was a small gash wound toward the side of his waist, and when I pried apart some of his shirt material to garner a better look, saw that the skin was pustulating and heavily bruised.
I took a closer look at his face and noticed sweat trailing his skin. His green eyes were slightly weepy. Why hadn't I seen it earlier?
"You can't go out like this!" I scolded.
"Nonsense. How are you going to achieve the impossible without my aid?" His hands gingerly reminded me.
"Then I guess I better do something about this wound."
I stared him hard in the eye. "What did you mean when you said I was a hira?"
Colin swallowed a breath. His hands fumbled through an explanation of how he knew of someone who held similar powers that could heal with a kiss and other certain touches. This hira emitted a signature that magis aware of the scent could detect.
"I can heal this?" I pointed to his wound.
His eyes blinked in response, which I took for a yes.
If that was his sole intention for the earlier kiss, why didn't he say so upfront? Why didn't he heal the first time around?
I released a frustrated sigh and freed the wound from as much material as possible. It was nasty and looking extremely painful.
"Close your eyes and imagine I'm someone else if you like," I whispered as I gently coaxed his head towards mine and kissed him.
The vanilla-citrus aroma toyed with our senses as our kisses deepened and the warmth from our bodies mingled.
My mind was going crazy with an urge of wanting his touches and kisses to other areas of my skin. I felt his strength increasing and mine fading fast.
He wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me steady as he pressed harder and deeper.
Gentle green light embraced our bodies as we delved further into each other. My yearning for his touches were invoking a numbing sensation throughout my body. He stopped when I became limp in his arms.
I felt heady, queasy in the stomach and an acrid taste of iron lingering my tongue.
"Gaah," I moaned.
Colin held my body to his chest, which had fierce heartbeats pounding against it.
I glanced at his wound and sighed when I saw that it was gone. Only a residual amount of dry blood on his shirt and some parts of his skin remained.
"Good, it's gone," I said and pulled myself away from his embrace.
I re-balanced myself and reassessed the condition of his guns that I picked up. I felt well enough to fight.
Colin rechecked his own body. I could tell by the brightness of his eyes that he was more than raring to go.
"Okay, five minutes at most you have to contain yourself with your brother." He handed me a talisman paper strip.
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"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...