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Pairing: Dew/Aether
Characters: Dew, Aether
Tags: Fluff, healing
Word count:
Summary: Mushy May Day 11
Dew has just come out of his elemental transition, he doesn’t feel worthy of anyone anymore, Aether doesn’t fail to prove him wrong.
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Dew was in the ghouls’ wing of the ministry, sitting alone on an armchair of the common room. The new summons for the fourth era of the ghost project were sitting in the same room, they were his pack now, he supposed, even if he hadn’t even gotten to know them yet because of his elemental transition. He still had Aether and Mountain, he supposed, that was nice.
Aether had spent all of Dew’s recovery with him, using his quintessence to keep him stable during the whole aftermath, but once Dew had been able to move for himself again, he hadn’t let Aether stay, he couldn’t handle having him in the same room when Dew couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror from disgust. He hated the changes that fire had brought to him, being stripped of the water that had accompanied him his whole life was like taking away his very essence, it felt wrong.
And now, here he was, out of his bedroom for the first time in weeks and sitting among the other ghouls, who looked at him weird, because they hadn’t even met him yet. Then, he heard footsteps from the door, he didn’t need to look to the side to know that it was Aether that was walking in, he dreaded his very existence at that moment. Aether let out a quiet gasp when he saw the now fire ghoul sitting there and walked up to him “Dew?” He asked quietly as he placed a gentle hand on Dew’s shoulder.
Dew looked up at Aether with an expression that could only be described as conflicted. Dew loved the quint, but didn’t want him to see him like this. But, even if Dew had thought about leaving the room, it was too late. Aether was already on his knees in front of him and hugging him, “I missed you, drop…”
Dew had to hold back his tears - that now burnt him - as he gave in and wrapped his arms around Aether too. A few minutes later, they found themselves with Dew sitting on Aether’s lap as he ran his fingers through the shorter’s hair.
“You’re beautiful,” whispered Aether, “just like before.” Dew had a hard time believing that, but after about ten times of hearing some variation of those words, he started believing it.
Wouldst thou like some Meliora Dewther?
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