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(Original characters/story)
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“That’s not good.”
“What now?” Caey drawled.
Omen stumbled over the corpse of the large salamander and fell to their knees in the leaf litter and decaying wood. The beast was still twitching, tendrils of cold fog rolling from its open mouth and lolling tongue.
The tiara tied to Omen’s belt vibrated and glistened, speaking directly into Omen’s thoughts. “What did you do now? Do not keep me in suspense.”
Omen drew in a shuddering breath and with trembling, bloody fingers, pulled up their tunic. “Not good.” Their words came thickly, as though it was difficult to speak.
“What?” Caey trembled at Omen’s belt.
“Got bit.” Omen fell onto their side.
“By the salamander?”
Omen’s eyes fluttered closed. “Got bit.” Omen repeated.
“Yes, yes, I know!” Caey actually sounded worried.
Omen’s fingers clumsily untied Caey from their belt and brought the tiara to their forehead.
“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you treat your wound?” Caey sputtered as Omen shoved him onto their head. “Omen?!”
Omen’s breaths became wheezing and they struggled to speak. “Venom. You have… to fix me.”
Now that Caey rested upon Omen’s brow, he could sense where their wound lay. It was a throbbing, ragged bite wound upon their left side, still bleeding, and the aforementioned venom was working fast. Too fast.
Omen’s legs began to stiffen and convulse.
“Omen, I don’t have magic. I can’t fix you, you idiot!” Caey shouted into Omen’s thoughts. Caey’s awareness was split between his own knowledge as an object of power, and what Omen could see. Now that they put him on their head, Caey would feel everything Omen felt. See everything they saw.
Omen was fixating on the pale, cloudy sky above, between the brown leaves of late autumn. Caey could feel the pain of tense muscles and the fire in their veins. Did they just want him to suffer alongside them? Why had they put him on?
“Ca-...ey.” Omen hissed through gritted teeth.
“Yes? What should I do? I do not know what you want me to do!” Caey babbled.
Caey could feel Omen’s heart racing.
“When I stop…sh-shaking.” Omen choked. Caey felt something warm, and thick roll from their mouth and dribble down their cheek. “Take control…walk me- to healer…p-please.”
Omen had never put Caey on before.
Omen wouldn’t. Omen knew Caey’s power of possession.
Omen trusted him now.
Caey didn’t know how to feel about this.
But he knew he would do it. He would save Omen.
“I will.” Caey said quickly.
Omen’s body became painfully tight and wracked with convulsions. Every limb stretched taut to breaking. Their heart raced. Bloody foam spilled from between gritted teeth. Omen seized and seized for what seemed like hours. Eyes rolled back in their head. Caey could see only darkness.
Caey, planted firmly on Omen’s sweating brow, rode the waves of pain with his friend. He spoke soothing words into their feverish mind. And as soon as the convulsions died down, Caey took hold of Omen’s body. They were broken and in so much pain. But he ran. Stumbling. Falling. Getting back up. And running. To save Omen’s life. He had to.