#xmorgan1

[grxxk-tragxdy]

@morgcnrhys

He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a few days now, his body trying to get all the rest it could from his near death experience. The son of Green was aware of voices around him but as he drifted he couldn��t make out who or what was being said. Just that he felt safe and warm. As he dreamed he saw faces that he had long lost - his nan and pa, his childhood best friend, Robin - making sure that in those dreams he could spend as much time with them as he could before he was swept away into other dreams that were filled of green plants and a warm voice whispering his name. 

Kit had wanted to stay in these dreams wanting to spend his time equally between the old faces and the warm voice but after a few days he slowly blinked awake being greeted to a bright light blinding him. Reaching up with his right hand - the very hand that was now stone - he blocked the light letting his eyes get adjusted when they fell upon a figure standing next to his bed. 

There was no doubt about it now, Kit was dead as he was staring at the prettiest man he had ever seen. 

“Well shit,” his voice was scratchy from lack of use as he let out a small disbelieving chuckle. “I really am dead if I’m seeing angels...”