red sky at morning BY Carasson

Xochipilli felt like he was dying, the way his lungs stuck with every breath, like he couldn't quite fill them fully. He slowly came to rest his head against the table, mumbling, No, no more blood magic. He'd seek to learn it if only to better himself against whoever the fuck was living with his lover, sharing a body against his will. But he would not ask Carasson to teach him. He could find another teacher or teach himself. He wouldn't risk that spirit finding a way to control him, or hurt him further.

When the other man reached for him, Chip closed his eyes, exhaling softly as he felt his fingers curl through Cara's. Gentle. Familiar. Gods, he hoped this was his boyfriend.

I think... we could both use some help, he murmured, squeezing his hand tightly. ...don't think I can walk, though. He wheezed the words, as his chest tightened particularly hard in that moment. His heart thundered against his ribs; fear permeated every part of him. He reminded himself it was Carasson. Not... whatever unnamed cretin lived within him. Mmm, just... gonna lay here. 'til... body catches up. He was watching his boyfriend, eyes bloodshot, dried blood covering his face.

So... glad you're okay. And he was, even if every fiber of his being screamed that this man was dangerous. He cleared his throat, and reached out with his other hand, trembling slightly as he very carefully stroked Cara's face.