Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160422085244

He woke with a gasp, and frantically looked around him. The last thing Lyko remembered was...

''...blood, meat hooks, steel chains, the psychopath's laughter, and... and...''

"ESTELLE!!!"

He bolted upright, but a searing pain in his arm stopped him, as did a firm hand pushing on his bare chest. "Shh... it's okay, we're safe."

There she is...

He finally relaxed, and sank back into the bed, smiling a little as he looked up to her face, hanging over him. A smile of releif painted her lips, but behind it, was concern, and sorrow, over him. "Sup, sunshine...?" he croaked.

"Lyko..."

"How...bad is it?" She didn't reply, but looked away with shame, so he turned to look himself. Instead of flesh and skin, or even a wound, Lyko was greeted by a leather and metal harness, covering part of his shoulder, forearm and chest.

"Huh." he said, casually, as if expecting it. "A prosthetic, could be worse... at least they didn't amputate... uh, Estelle? Something wrong?"

She was sobbing quietly, but turned around at his voice. From that expression, he could tell. She knew...

"Is it true, what they're saying? That you're.... you're...."

"White Fang, yes." there was no point hiding it any more.

Now it was his turn to look away with shame. Slowly, hesitatingly, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He wanted to run away, to hide, nothing could be worse than seeing her upset. He'd lied to her ever since the day they met. She must hate me...

The bed creaked as she sat beside him, but didn't say anything. Silence dragged on forever, until finally, he turned to her. Instead of dissapointment or anger, there was a smiling mask of releif, and acceptance.

"So what now?"

Lyko sighed. "I... don't know. I mean, all my life, the Fang's been there for me. I owe them my life, and my loyalty. But i just... can't! You're my life, Estelle. All those time I treated you like shit, said i didn't care. I lied, everyday i wake up, and you're what keeps me going. Seeing your smile, knowing you're safe and beside me, it's enough for this dog faunus."

"And now, i just... don't know. I want to stay with the White Fang, but i wanna be with you too, and it's...it's just hard! I don't-"

His eyes widened, and the words stopped. Lyko found himself staring up at her face, framed with hair as gold as the sun itself. Her lips were on his, sweet, passionate, gentle. He felt the stress seep out of him, and with it, his doubt.

"Would this help you decide?"

And indeed it had.