Transgressions, regressions.
Struggle- Chapter 12
Transgressions.
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P.S: ' ' ß are thoughts " " < --- dialogue.
Sometime in the morning after, Prax woke to a gentle prodding to his furry back, opening his eyes slowly, emerald orbs hazy with sleep as he stared about at the blurred surroundings. He would've smiled upon seeing Chris, the "little" dragon sleeping away on his chest, butt he last night's events had scarred him.
He gave a grunt, and rolled to the side, bringing Chris to the ground with a thump, who never noticed, nor responded.
"Prax.....Prax? wake up dear, we have to go to the hospital. They're.........." The red striped black dragon let it go at that, picking up Chris effortlessly as she began carrying hi out, to the car.
The wolf scrambled up at the mention of his love, and stumbled out to the green SUV that awaited him in the driveway, getting into the back, behind the still-dozing Chris, barely holding himself from crying, as they drove in silence....
Arriving at the hospital, the dragoness led the two, shaking wolf, and a grumbling dragon to room 514, revealing a typical hospital room in all whites, that clean smell, and a TV off to the side and two beds...
Lying on one of them, was his lover, his golden/green dragon, with a cast on his chest, legs, and right shoulder, former luster gone from his scales, lying unconscious.
Prax was about to fling himself onto the bed, but was stopped by a slim, yet strong paw on his wrist.
"they're....in a coma.......sit down..." Mary pointed to a chair by the bed, then sat down by Tom, who was in a similar predicament, covered in bandages and casts. She said nothing....stared at her eldest son, bringing Chris over quietly, who began to tremble and shake with his maw on her lap.
Prax sat down, trembling himself, as he laid a paw onto his promised's right paw, cold scales against furr, rubbing up to his muscled forearm carefully, tears starting to streak down his maw, mattening his snout as he hung his maw, slumping over Zack's stomach, sobbing.
"Zack......it's all my fault.....it's........I'm so sorry.....I'm sorry......."
He continued to sob, often along with Chris than not, not even noticing when Ms.Kursof left, sobbing well into midnight, passing out on top of his lover, Chris somehow ened up hugging him from behind and sleeping on him.
Mary drove back home, a firm look on her maw, then proceeded to the kitchen, where her husband, so handsome and kind hearted, even cute sometimes, sat reading the newspaper.
She sat down across him, and tapped her footpaws on the cold tiles, then gave a growl when her husband did not reply.
Looking up from the sports page, his midnight black scales seemingly flowing as he put down the paper, and gave a cold glare.
"They're both in a coma."
"Good" The enormous dragon spat out curtly, growling back.
"and you had to do that in front of Chris?? And Prax too.... Can't you understand?"
"Understand what, my sons are fags?"
"NO! that.......they love each other very much, and...." She wasn't surprised when the big dragon slammed the table with a fist.
"that my oldest and youngest are TAILRAISERS?! " Mike gave an angry snarl, glaring at his wife.
"Tail-raisers or not, they're our sons. Will you banish them from your own house? You almost killed the two of them." The dragoness replied calmly, well able to hold her own against him if time called for such.
"they will NOT be allowed back in the house, not as long as I call this...whorehouse mine" slamming his fist down again to emphasize the point, the table cracked and crumbled beneath his rage.
Quickly jumping up, Mary stared at him with cold eyes, then nodded, replying in a whisper.
"Then I'm going"
The enormous dragon froze, maw slightly agape, at his wife's announcement: his mate of almost 20 years was leaving him. As "macho" as he was, he couldn't stand to lose his lifelong mate.
"............for the fags...you'd leave me?"
"For my SONS! If they're not allowed here, They're allowed at my place."
Her mate suddenly stomped out wordlessly, flaring his wings and taking off,
The dragoness sighed and relaxed a little bit, sitting down in the chair, staring at the broken remnants of the table, wondering if that was a cruel metaphor to their marriage...
Prax woke up sometime around two-ish in the morning, getting up and staring at the love of his life, no mre tears to shed, gave a dry sob, rubbing Zack's paws and stomach...
After a few minutes, he remembered, and just started singing, his sonorous and cracked voice resonating around the room, clear and cool, soothing...
'Oh...yeah.....Oh....yeah....
Sometimes the edge serves more than a friend then you thought it would be....
And the pages you write in your journal each night
Are your only release...
And the mask you put on, it's like words in a song, but there's no more to be seen...
And the failures you see, don't seem failures to me at all...
Oh...I'm begging you no, there's more life....left to go...
Oh...I'm begging you please, cause I... don't want you to leave...
Alone as you walk through a crowd and it's awkward like nobody sees...
And you can't help but wonder, would anyone come after you if you'd leave...
So a pain grows inside and a fear comes alive like you'll never be free...
But there's no pain you feel that I know love can't heal here at all.
Oh...I'm begging you no, there's more life....left to go...
Oh...I'm begging you please, cause I... don't want you to leave me.
To leave me here on my own, there's nothing to run from...
Oh there's nothing but fear inside you...
Oh... I just hope I can find you.
And tell you that I know you'll smile again...
Oh...... Oh...I'm begging you no, there's more life....left to go...
Oh...I'm begging you please, cause I... don't want you to
I don't want you to go...'
With the last, clear note fading, he sniffed once and got up, having worked up enough courage to walk over and look at his ring.
Turning about, he blushed softly as he saw Chris staring at him, few tears rolling down his maw.
"hey.....chris...we should......"
Prax yipped when Chris hugged hm suddenly, nuzzling his shirt....
He just smiled, and leg him out slowly to the cafeteria with a final glance inside, and a small whisper: "I love you Zack..."
Meanwhile, Zack, in his dreamy, confusing state of coma, was wandering aimlessly in a meadow creadted by his own, unconscious mind...
Glancing about here and there, stuck in an endless forest... He tried Flying, but he couldn't get anywhere...
Giving up, panting for breath after flying for hours, he sat on a stump...growling to himself; he wanted to see Prax...but he couldn't get out of here....
In the noisless forest, a clear, beautiful song started playing somewhere to the east... something beautiful, something he'd never heard before., like an elf maiden singing...
Drawing him in... walking towards the source...
'No... I'm begging you please...Cause I don't want you to leave me...'
The magical voice kept on singing...making his eyes water unconsciously, he began a run towards the source...
After a good ten minutes, he burst into a little glade within the forest, upon a furred figure, sitting on a tree stump, totally nude, with his back facing him, singing away to the skies, a chorus of songbirds joining him in his effort.
Zack just stood there, listening, as the last note faded away...his heart lightened and tears streaming down his maw at the sheer beauty, he took a step towards the figure, stopping when he stood up, and turned around...
It was Prax, with a bird sitting on each of his shoulders, a sash made of grass around his left shoulder to right hip....Staring at him with a soft smile on his maw, and spreading his arms slowly............whispered: "You're my sun that gives me light....please come back..."
Zack ran towards him, locking him in a deep kiss of passion and love......
MWAHaHAHAHAAADFGERGASDFEQR CLiFFHANGER!
.....yes im slightly high off these chocolate cookiez
This is....a vlanetine's gift for my mates, Jason and Tony....
Love you both....more than you know!....
Thank you readers, and I apologize half-heartedly, at my extreeeeeeeme delay between chapters! :P I'll do better, I pawmise.
(all song credits go to Safety suit, the new and my instant Favorite band)