#Ikaris and Thena looking around for shells

[prince-septimus]

#10 for touching & #24 for hugs with drukkari?

spooning at night & hugging with height difference w/ druig & makkari

The idea of being alone had never occurred to you when you were first realized into existence. Being born into an Eternal meant you would literally never have to be alone.

And then Thena got sick, and everyone went away.

The same people you had spent thousands of years with had gone on to do their own thing, and like a loyal soldier, you followed their lead and made a life for yourself among the humans.

You ached, though, and missed them.

Them.

“Stop getting lost in your own thoughts,” Druig tells you quietly, and you frown.

“Stay out of my head.”

“I don’t need to be in your head to know you’re thinking too much.”

You look up at him. The room is dim, but his outline is clear where he stands at the side of the couch, his hand outstretched for you to grab.

“Come on, she’s already asleep.”

The ship had grown quiet a while ago, with only you, Druig, and Makkari lingering awake as you rediscovered each other.

Tiamut was dead, Ikaris was gone, and you should be happy.

You let out a grunt when Druig uses the hand you’ve placed in his to pull you up and into his arms, pulling you against his chest and placing his arms around you.

“You’ve got us back,” he tells you softly, leaning his head down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “No more worries.”

You knew you would still worry – about what might come next, about what might happen to the family you have left – but you know Druig is right, and you let him press a kiss to the top of your head before leading you towards the bedroom.

Makkari lays on one side of the bed, her chest moving up and down with the weight of her respiration. You smile at the sight, a small sign of innocence in your otherwise chaotic and messy world.

Druig uses your hand to guide you to the opposite side, motioning for you to climb in first before he follows. You press yourself against Makkari’s back, putting an arm across her waist and pulling her against you. Even asleep, Makkari leans into your touch just as Druig does the same behind you, pressing himself against your back and holding you close.

Maybe the end of the world is inevitable and bound to happen no matter what you and the others do, but at least you have these two, right here, in this moment.

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