John stroked Sherlock’s now clean, soft curls back from his forehead and murmured, “I’m not sure I know what you mean…”
“When the armies arrived on that day...” Sherlock’s voice shook slightly, “The Elder Council made the decision to hide the lakes. It was right to do so; it is what must be done under such circumstances. It has been done twice in our history but both times enough of our people survived to bring the lakes back. I fear that that will not happen this time; the lakes may be hidden forever.”
“I’m sorry with all my heart, leifling but no survivors were found… an aide team searched but there was no one...” John tightened his arm around Sherlock, and brushed his mouth to his ear, wanting to offer what comfort he could.
“But Ælfric, you do not know; there were survivors… I found their trail, iċ gebefylgen, I followed them− to go with them, of course, but they were too far ahead of me. I could not catch up to them before they reached the firgenbeorg.”
“There were other survivors and they went to the mountains?”
“Yése, the Dúnælf came to our assistance. They were too late to fight beside us but they took those who survived to the mountains. But they did not know that I too lived and after they entered the caves they closed the way behind them. N’ iċ befylge. I could not follow.” Sherlock’s shoulders shook and his voice dissolved into tears.
John’s heart rent in two at Sherlock’s grief. He drew himself up over him, pressing against him and growling anxiously; frustrated that there was nothing he could do to alleviate his pain. Even as he acted, John knew it was an alpha response to its distressed omega, not that of a doctor to his patient, but he was powerless to stop it.
Fill Night Song 10
“Hmmmm?”
“I cannot sleep.”
“Why not, heartsweet?”
“Iċ i sáre.”
“You are anxious, sad? Tell me, leifling.”
“It is the lakes. I fear they will not reappear.”
John stroked Sherlock’s now clean, soft curls back from his forehead and murmured, “I’m not sure I know what you mean…”
“When the armies arrived on that day...” Sherlock’s voice shook slightly, “The Elder Council made the decision to hide the lakes. It was right to do so; it is what must be done under such circumstances. It has been done twice in our history but both times enough of our people survived to bring the lakes back. I fear that that will not happen this time; the lakes may be hidden forever.”
“I’m sorry with all my heart, leifling but no survivors were found… an aide team searched but there was no one...” John tightened his arm around Sherlock, and brushed his mouth to his ear, wanting to offer what comfort he could.
“But Ælfric, you do not know; there were survivors… I found their trail, iċ gebefylgen, I followed them− to go with them, of course, but they were too far ahead of me. I could not catch up to them before they reached the firgenbeorg.”
“There were other survivors and they went to the mountains?”
“Yése, the Dúnælf came to our assistance. They were too late to fight beside us but they took those who survived to the mountains. But they did not know that I too lived and after they entered the caves they closed the way behind them. N’ iċ befylge. I could not follow.” Sherlock’s shoulders shook and his voice dissolved into tears.
John’s heart rent in two at Sherlock’s grief. He drew himself up over him, pressing against him and growling anxiously; frustrated that there was nothing he could do to alleviate his pain. Even as he acted, John knew it was an alpha response to its distressed omega, not that of a doctor to his patient, but he was powerless to stop it.