"Another human," Elric stated, glancing at the broken body, "You really can't help yourself can you?" he muttered sending a glare to the witch.
Elric looked like a dark creature, created from the black depths of the ocean. Black hair with blood red tips framed his pale face, glittering black eyes matching the midnight scales of his tail and spikes that traveled up his spine. Gold jewelry covered his wrists and neck, showing off his status as part of the royal members. Full lips hid a series of jagged teeth, a few of them carved with painful looking designs. He would've looked frightening if it weren't the bruise that marred his cruel pretty features.
Zeref frowned, watching the two odd creatures hiss at each other in a strange language that only the two could understand. The two seemed to come to an agreement when Elric mumbled something under his breath and pulling out a dozen glass bottles filled with strange liquids that varied in color.
"I'm going to need your help, Zeref," Elric murmured, his Onyxinian accent marring his speech with a smooth roll of the "r". Zeref gave a slight nod in agreement, cracking his knuckles in preparation.
Morgan shifted close, "Elric and I will speed up his healing process but we need you to pop the bones back into place. We can't have him incorrectly or we'd have to break his bones to put them back the correct way."
Zeref winced but complied. He only hoped the man remained unconscious, he wouldn't wish eternal pain on anyone.
*****
Dimitri didn't know how he fell asleep, he was talking to Castor one moment and the next thing he knew, he had plunged into a warped dream that bothered him.
Faceless men and women lingered around him, bodies draped in expensive cloths and glittering jewels, blending in with the luxurious ballroom. Tall, female marble statues rose towards the glass roof, supporting the ceiling with slender fingers and their unmoving eyes staring longingly at the night sky.
"47," someone murmured, a hand clasping his shoulder. Dimitri turned, coming face to face with a masked man. A white mask covered half of his face, the other half exposed to the golden candle light. Blonde hair grew from his skull, bringing out the golden flecks in his green eyes. Dimitri couldn't bring himself to say a word, watching the corner of the man's lips tilt up in a smirk, "Devil. It suits you," he said, his fingers reaching up to stroking the corner of Dimitri's lips with his soft thumb. He could feel his heart rate rise, his own fingers touching the thin metal playing that covered the top half of his face.
"Who are you?" He whispered to the mystery man. The man merely smiled, "You know we don't tell each other our real names." Dimitri parted his lips to speak but the sharp pain digging into his side began to bring him towards the conscious world. He could hear voices chattering frantically around him, hands gripping his arms.
What was going on?
"Open his mouth!" Someone said just as a pair of hands forces his mouth open, cool liquid filling it, forcing him to swallow the bitterness. He could feel the pain coming from his entire body, almost as his bones had ten a mind of their own and forcing themselves to move through his flesh and mold together. The pain was unimaginable, almost as if hot lava poured itself over his body. But just like how the pain appeared, it quickly dissapiated, leaving a tingling sensation that tickled his skin. He wanted to open his eyes but a wave of exhaustion took over, sending back to the strange dream world.
The dream was different and yet the same. They were both wearing the same clothes, their masks resting on the sides of their heads, hands gripping a pair of guns and firing them. It was strange, feeling the green eyed man moving in perfect synchronization. Yet, he could sense fear overtaking him when he noticed his gun empty.
Go, the man had said, pushing Dimitri away before facing a red haired woman, her red dress hiding the blood that had splattered against the fabric.
"Do Svidanian," the blonde haired man had said before falling into the Black Sea. Dimitri could hear himself scream, ignoring the woman who had collapsed on the deck. He wanted to stop the ship, force the people to rescue the man but he found himself unable to do so. Hands grasped his body, a white cloth forced upon his mouth and nose, his oxygen immediately cutoff. Dimitri struggled, his lungs begging for air.
No! he thought before everything went dark.
He registered his breathing, the way his lungs took breaths of fresh ocean air and not the smell of his own body odor. His eyes flew open, the once blue sky now painted with beautiful strokes of orange and purple pink hues. To anyone it would've looked perfect but to Dimitri , he found it difficult to accept when he saw the most beautiful creature.
Slender and yet muscular, tattoos swirled around his torso, covering his body like a long sleeved turtle neck. Scales grew from his forearms and his waist before blending into a glittering blue tail that still clinger with droplets of water. The creature appeared almost feminine with his long black hair and large blue eyes that looked down on him with curiosity.
Dimitri tried to swallow but his parched throat forbade him so, lips parted his voice almost inaudible, "Water," he rasped.
The creatures brows furrowed, his pretty lips turning into a frown. The creature turned, grabbing a small cup in his hands and placing the rim of the cup on Dimitri's parted lips and gently lowering the liquid into his mouth. It wasn't water like Dimitri had hoped but it was a minty like drink that soothed the burning thirst.
"Thank you," Dimitri murmured softly, resting his head back against the sand. The creature made a simply noncommittal noise, blue eyes looking away from Dimitri and focusing on leather strands that clung to his wrist. "How long was I out?" Dimitri spoke, breaking the awkward silence.
"Two days," the creature spoke, not bothering to look his way.
"What?" Dimitri his, bolting upwards from his resting position, an action he immediately regretted. Blood rushed to his brain, dizziness assaulting him in a tidal wave. He would've fallen forward if it weren't for the creatures arms grasping his shoulders to steady him.
"You dolt," the creature hissed, "Don't sit up to fast. Did you not hear me telling you how long you've been unconscious?"
Dimitri winced as he grasped his head, trying to steady his whirling vision, "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his hands grasping the creature's tattooed shoulder.
The creature merely huffed, gently setting him down but not before Dimitri caught sight of his body. He swore that it had been broken beyond repair, to the point where he could no longer feel pain. Yet, his body seemed clean and complete, the blood washed away, the bones set back in place. Even the bruises were gone.
His brows furrowed in confusion, "H-how?"
"Some fellow acquaintances of mine insisted to attend to your injuries," the stranger said, reaching for a blanket made of tightly woven leaves.
"Where are they?"
The creature snorted, "They went back home and insisted for me to stay watch."
Dimitri tilted his head in curiosity, intrigued by the creature who's name or face he did not find familiar. Did he know him before he lost his memories?
"Who are you?" Dimitri said after a few moments of silence.
The creature paused, his blue eyes staring into his own, "Zeref."
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This is so cute <3