Favorite Regret

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Yun Milae: Milae rarely hit the ground running after he traveled, but he did so as soon as he appeared on Haligan after visiting the Wilderwest palace, racing with light hooves past the remains of the celebration and sprinting up the short incline to a now-familiar front door. Familiar, familiar, a word that thudded on the inside of his chest like a new tattoo to be added to the ones he already carried, but the fact that his current thoughts weren’t familiar was…terrifying. Or at least they hadn’t been, until the intense visions he’d experienced in front of Stonegit.
How? How could this have happened? 
He felt like screaming, and the feeling was feral and quite alien. He dragged his emotions back under control and sharply pushed the door open, revealing the dark quietness of his front room. Their front room. Their home.
Milae swallowed, his mouth dry as bone.
“Dario?”
Dario Hjort: No recollection; no memories to build any sort of continuity between the last distant, fleeting visions of a dungeon… his hands…
…water…
Thoughts nonsensical - everything hurting. The deer, with lungs ablaze in a forced entry and exit of air with each painful intake of oxygen, was no stranger to the sensation and atmosphere of spinning rooms. This felt oddly like… home.
Home.
Dario ran the tips of his fingers against the grain of wood under them, allowing the texture to invoke tactile imagery in his head. Allowing this sense to replace his vision for the time being was grounding. The time spent on this floor was nothing new to him, but it had felt like ages since this sensation was last felt. The memories he could associate with this moment all included the one constant… the one…
“Dario?…”
It had to be. He would be a fool to not know.
“…please help me up.”
Milae: “Hvernig í græna jörð guðanna…!?”
His staff hit the ground and clattered as it rolled, and Milae’s hooves made a similar noise as he raced forward and carefully scooped his hands under Dario’s shoulders, pulling him upright and giving a short, breathy sob as even just the man’s smell and warmth made his memories cascade into place again. How did I let this happen!?
Milae knelt between Dario’s knees and moved his shaking hooves up to cup his face, turning it slightly from side to side to make sure he wasn’t wounded. “Please tell me you’re alright,” he said hoarsely, practically begging, “tell me you’re not hurt, tell me nobody was keeping you away from me…“
Dario: It took a touch to pull him back. The warm grazing of hooves guiding his head in a repetitive motion; back, forth, back, forth… the room steadied with this anchor of a being held close.
“Yeah, no, uh… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m hurt.”
He began to feel his limbs. They ached, but it wasn’t anything unbearable. Dario allowed his hands to flow around his body to ensure that nothing was missing… and met an uncomfortable confirmation when his hands met seamlessly with his skull.
“Well, those are gone. Shit.” He struggled to remember what could have happened in the time since the last memories he grasped onto like a lifeline. It couldn’t have been more than days since then… right?
“I- Milae, hey. I’m really okay, I think…” The deer couldn’t keep one hand off of his head. It was such an embarrassing sight to reunite to. “Please don’t be mad… I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry.”
Milae: The goat’s expression changed from utter fear to tender heartbreak, and he gently bowed Dario’s chin and kissed the top of his head. “Dario, I admire your abilities, and I mean no offense, but this is…far beyond what you are capable of. I…”
Milae sat back a little further, still keeping his hooves tangled in Dario’s shirt, staring at it like he was burning its appearance into his mind. The horror creeped up on him again. “You were gone. I couldn’t…I did not know where you were, I don’t know why you did not cross my mind once.” He spat the word angrily, the emotion directed mostly at himself. “Something happened…”
Dario: The slight tug at his shirt sent chills down Dario’s spine; though he had no perception of the time passed, it just felt like ages since he had last experienced this. It was a dichotomy between love for Milae, and concern for himself.
“…yeah. I hoped you would know.”
He wrapped his fingers around the hooves still clinging to him, allowing them to run down to the goat’s wrists and forearms. The familiarity grew with each second. He used the grip to pull the two of them closer together, with Dario shifting his body and placing his head against Milae’s chest under his chin. The lack of antlers provided an opportunity he refused to squander. As he settled himself, the shaking he initially experienced began to subside. The world closed in on this moment.
“Don’t be mad at yourself. This is… a lot. We will figure it out – together.” He listened to the goat’s heart racing; a mimic to his own in a synchronous, manic pattern. He felt his throat tighten, and his eyes feel… wet. 
“I just don’t want to lea-“
The sentence stung as he felt his voice crack. He was shaking again.
“Gods, Milae, please don’t let me leave again.”
Milae: Milae crossed his legs around Dario’s middle and hugged his entire upper body into him, but he was so small, and Dario’s lean stature still dwarfed him as he dug his fingers into his love’s hair and clothes, hiding his muzzle by his cheek.
“You will be fine, I swear it,” he whispered. “I am going to get to the bottom of this, and whatever caused it, I will remove it from existence. It will mean nothing to us any more. I promise.” Tears smudged between their faces as they breathed, first in sync, then out of rhythm as their emotions got the better of them. “I told you I would sooner kill the gods than…”
He leaned back slightly as his thoughts caught up to him. This couldn’t be them, they didn’t have the power…as far as Milae knew, Dario fell under the protection of Hel, or at least he had hoped so. This shouldn’t have been possible, any of it.
“It doesn’t matter for now,” he amended his words, still stroking Dario’s face. “You likely need food and rest.”
Dario: Choking back tears in his moment of vulnerability, Dario took this time to melt into Milae; his body releasing all tension and resting against him.
“I guess… I don’t know if I can eat. I feel sick.”
As reality took it’s hold, Dario’s mind was racing. The deer couldn’t comprehend the current state of affairs, and existence on it’s own bred a panic in his head. He wanted so badly to ignore everything but his physical presence with Milae, but it couldn’t be shaken.
“I just want you right here with me. Forever.” He spoke with few words. Harder to cry if I’m not talking.
Milae: “If only I could take you to a place where we could do so.” Milae’s heart ached at the thought of the two of them holed up in his home in the silent timeline, enjoying each other’s company for months with no danger, no obligations, just each other. “But I am not going anywhere.” He got to his feet and tenderly took Dario’s hands, offering to help him stand but not rushing him. “Come to bed, then…I can only imagine what you feel like right now.”
Dario: He didn’t realize how little energy he had until the grip of Milae provided most of the inertia to bring him to his feet, no matter how unsteady he may have been. Dario could feel the spinning again, however slightly.
“I’m gonna take a stab at it and just say… not too great.” He leaned heavily onto his partner, using what strength he could muster to avoid crushing him. “Sleep sounds nice.” The scent of the goat was nearly enough to lull him into a comforted daze. It was calming, at the very least.
“I love you.”
Milae: “Hush, you.” He was a little strained because of Dario’s weight, but he managed it long enough to get the man sprawled into his bed while he took off his own cloak and laid it across the foot of the bed. He lifted up the covers and tucked himself in shortly after. He curled his legs up like a fawn and placed himself in the curve of Dario’s body, but made no mistake in knowing that he would be the one protecting Dario tonight, despite the way he nuzzled into his neck and pulled him close around him. “We’ll get you sorted out tomorrow.”
Dario: “That’s a plan…”
It felt like only seconds before he was floating away from consciousness. His spacial awareness was limited to the forms of himself and a goat, intertwined in the chaos of the universe at the calmest of center points. For the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, he was home.
I don’t know if you’re planning to leave in the end… but tonight, in this light, you are mine.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Yun Milae
Category:Dario Hjort