Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151010231236/@comment-3293219-20151014100443

While the festivities went on, Eric continued to sit by his lover's bedside, oblivious to it all. Anything that wasn't Mathias right now was trivial at best, he wasn't there when he needed him but he can be there now...

Mathias gently groaned under his gaze, prompting him to tilt his head a little as he examined him, wondering if he was waking up. After a few moments, the Nord settled back down again, leaving Eric alone once again.

Sighing heavily, he took hold of Mathias' hand and hung his head, trying not to pass out from a lack of sleep. He continued to try and push his earlier thoughts out of his head, instead focussing on the days that had come before it.

It was less than a month ago, that he attended the Battleborn family feast for New Light Festival. The two of them sat next to eachother, constantly trying to avoid looking into one another's eyes during the feast, his Sister tried carving a turkey but completely botched it, prompting Mathias' Father to simply tear it apart with his gigantic bear-like hands.

So much laughter and merriment, still echoing throughout his head, along with the hauntingly beautiful sound of Mathias playing the lute, strumming it gently to radiate a wholesome melody.

Eric glanced down to Mathias' fingers, gently running his thumb over them as he gently lifted them, pressing his lips against the back of his lover's hand as he kissed it, burying his face into it and dampening the hairs on the back of it with his tears.

Come back Mathias...

"Please..."