[For Sam] Healer & Dragon

[carrythetorch]

It had all gone wrong this time. In retrospect, Lio thinks maybe he'd been going too hard. He was on the brink of exhaustion, and his latest raid on livestock had been met with more resistance than it should have, almost as if someone had known he was coming.

He'd gotten away, thankfully, but not before he'd taken a number of blows -- arrows shot from crossbows with enough power that they'd pierced even through his scales. He'd ripped them out in flight and set the better part of a fallow field on fire before he'd flapped high enough to disappear into the cloud cover. That had been what saved him. It wasn't long before he couldn't keep himself aloft any longer, too much pain, too much blood lost.

Even maintaining his full draconic form is too much, and as he plunges to the Earth and tries to slow his descent with his wings, he fizzles back into his human shape, a lithe, slender man. His clothes are dark enough that the blood soaking them isn't obvious from a distance. He lands in a crumpled pile not far from a road through the woods, just off the trail in the underbrush. And that's the last thing he knows.

...

When he opens his eyes next, he's warmer than he expects to be. There's soft blankets beneath him and over him. He can smell something clean and earthy, herbal maybe, and light spills in setting the whole room in a comforting brightness and-- wait. He's in a room. The last thing he remembers is falling, and, oh.

He sits up all at once, hissing at the way his body protests the movement. Where is he? Has he been captured? Except no, if he'd been captured he'd be bound. Or dead. Maybe staked through to the ground. Not wrapped in soft blankets and tended to. "Where am I?" He asks the question mostly to himself as he blinks against his bleary vision willing it to clear, willing his eyes to focus.

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[barenakedspirit]

Galo sighs, turning into the attention like a cat looking for more affection. “Yeah. A nap.” They would have to make a hatchery for the kids when they hatch.

He laughs as he pulls Lio closer to him. He drags his fangs along the skin of Lio’s neck and settles back. “Let’s...sleep.” But he’s a bit keyed up. He folds himself around Lio.

And in the next moment, snoring loudly.

[carrythetorch]

Lio indulges the movement, running his fingers through his hair again and agai now, rather like he is petting him. And why not? He's allowed this, isn't he? They both want the same thing. They both want each other.

It's a warm feeling, and it sets something warmer still pooling deeper at the base of his spine.

His arms wrap around Galo securely, and he blinks when he's suddenly snoring. This... idiot. Lio adores him. He fell awfully hard. He shuts his to drift off to sleep too.