[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 snorts as he decides clothes can wait until morning. His wings fold up against his back as he slips down into the nest. He settles over Lio and into his arms. He wraps his arms around him and presses his face against the top of his head. His wings fan out over both of them.

He reaches out and pulls the furs over them both. “Better be late morning they check on us.” Galo grumbles but it’s good natured. So much has changed already. He can feel the difference the flight living in the forest is making.

The balance...is a little better. He shifts to lay them on their sides and tucks a wing around Lio.

[carrythetorch]

There's his mate. He folds his arms around Glo in turn, burrowing himself right up against Galo's chest, his own wings tucked close against his back. There. This is perfect. He touches a kiss to Galo's chest, taking just a moment to appreciate how outright gorgeous his mate is.

Lio laughs at the grumbling, tilting his head so he can nuzzle at his jaw. "Mm. No official business first thing. That seems fair, at least for a day."

Lio shuts his eyes. "We should at least get to eat breakfast first."