It had only been a few months since Lady death had rescued him from his….family In that time It hasn’t truly sunken in perhaps exactly what Nevarah was like. Being secluded within the comforting shadows and sky that makes up the areas dubbed “the shadow haunts” home to the dark and all that it encompasses. Never before was the quote from a fiction harry had read as a child so...true. So all encompassing said quote being.
“Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.”
Coming from a world in which Harry never truly belonged to one where he was just another Dragel. Another Submissive, Special but for no reason other than his birth for something that wasn’t His parents death and the cruel ripping away of everything he knew and could have had. The feeling was hard to express. Though if Harry would have to choose one he would claim it felt….Like a warm cloak perhaps even a net wrapping around you snug but not too snug. Caressing and holding you in all the right places.Alone Harry wasn’t anymore in the dark Harry has found tentative friends, He has found a family a safety net to catch him when he falls. To remind him that he ISN'T alone anymore.
And when things get just too much for him. No longer does Harry have to suffer alone His grand-mere Briar and his entire circle. Always having a cookie or some form of sweet for him. Cuddles and fae blood to calm him and center Harry. Not to mention His mentor. Maurice Elswood Someone who shares a semblance to his ability and who also knows pain, suffering, sadness and horror. Who knows what it is like to somedays feel nothing to move around dead to the world. Running on pure schedule, do this like everyday, Shower, eat, school, train, eat, sleep to be just so completely numb and yet so easy to be tipped off. A wrong word a motion anything can create an inferno of rage and hatred so sudden and so unexpected even family and friends get wrapped up within it harming the very ones you love so dearly.
Today had been one of those days, Perhaps its the shock maybe the realisation that this isn’t fleeting ,That it is real had finally began to set in. Perhaps Harry had finally...accepted and well now he doesn’t know what to do. It was easy before he had a purpose to fit in to find family and to Keep that family. Trying so hard to cling to the unknown, to the idea he had been chasing and yearning for all his life ...Family, Stability and somewhere he simply fit in and so he lost his purpose his spark.
So he attended school...As always but during break when Harry had ran off from his friends. Feeling numb and disconnected So empty of feeling and yet...overflowing in them, It is perhaps the strangest feeling an empath could have, to feel nothing internally to connect to nothing but to then have random bursts that you Know aren’t of your own is...frustrating and irritating and together with an adolescent Dragels internal magics a ticking time bomb.
All it took was one push from an arrogant toe rag senior student for Harry to unconsciously snarl throwing a shard of shadows tinged with his signature turquoise lightning at the other boys shoulder ,So out of character of the slender submissive that they had no chance to dodge. The other boy being part merrow the lightning simply knocked him out atleast sparing him the pain of his injury such was the extent and power that had been building inside of Harry.
Seeing the damage Harry felt something break inside of him. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. Fear radiated off him sparks surged, His wings rushed out of him bright peach blended with the purple and blue of his heritage Harry hastily took to the sky’s. To the darkness that surrounded the school and the nearby areas for eternity
Heaving and panting Harry could do nothing but sweat, sob and despair He just felt so numb. An unbearable weight and now everything was coming back rushing through his mind a constant circle of what ifs and what nows. Letting out a silent scream, Raw pure emotion pouring out of him coated by the shadows and sparks that surrounded him.
Only to find himself surrounded in a net made of darkness kept afloat within the dark and the storm he had generated with his emotions. A sometimes inconvenient result of being both Empath and a storm affinity Dragel, A dark hairedblood red male had constricted him. Oddly Harry didn’t feel restricted. At lease in the sense of being out of control these shadows felt...Comforting like sharp blades that slide across your skin ghostly leaving you shivering after. A warning of both blood but control, kindness but viciousness, ruthlessness but tenderness. As he got closer you saw “him” Someone you had been feeling a pull towards ever since day one. Black and red wings (although they looked...incredibly smooth and nearly as sharp as their owner) You hadn’t approached him before as he always gave off mixed emotions. Yearning yet fleeing wanting but...never sure enough
Harry had gotten lost in his thoughts his sparks lighting up again. Storm threatening to become even stronger than it currently was and so the man...really boy tightened his shadows reminding and breaking Harry out of his spiral.
“How many fingers am I Holding”
Shocked and well just shocked at such a benign question as if he were not tied up in shadows in the middle of the bleak darkness the only light his own storms and the others bright red eyes. He could do nothing but answer of course
“...None “
The boy smirked and Harry found it was the most wonderful thing. Breaking through all the feelings and emotions he was dealing to admire it. And wasn’t that a shock to admire someone when mere months ago he couldn’t even think of such a thing. Realising he had done it on purpose...The question that is to help him Harry did the only thing he could do. He thanked the boy who came closer that feeling of need and want only got even stronger. It was then Harry realised it wasn’t just his emotions he was feeling but it was his own. A part of his very soul ached for him. Knowing it would full and compliment and complete a part of Harry that just hadn’t been able to be soothed no matter the family and kindness Harry surrounded himself with. For Harry was Ferros and Gheyic. He was never going to be a delicate submissive he NEEDED this. Needed someone who understood him where his family circles could not.
“You feel it too don’t you? The need to just fight, to set loose don't you but… to love you?”
The boy replied frightening but simmering doubt and question swirling together
“..yes It.. is something I haven’t felt in a while...I I didn’t think I’d be able too. Not after him”
Harry could tell he didn’t want to talk about it...so he wouldn’t The boy would tell him in his own time he was sure. Though he could feel the shadows getting looser and the boy more and more tired. Not used to manipulating and controlling his shadows for such a time...Like any adolescent Dragel really. Though Harry realised he cant keep calling him “the boy” so he asked him.
“Whats your name by the way? I err didn't catch it after you saved me”
Visibly tiring now his shadows faltered and dispelled and he bit out the name
“Wikhn...and I’m about to fall”
Startled Harry drew his wings in and darted towards the b...no Wikhn catching him and unconsciously laying his head on his shoulder fangs darted into it at the same time as a shock flared through Harry and on instinct he did the same thing to the other boy mid air. Gliding down to the shadow haunts.
twist
shift
click
Harry had found his King. One of many soulbounded to come. And a kindred spirit haunted and hurt. but nevertheless healing and surviving only now that had each other,Just as his king had found someone that would accept him faults and all.