[CONTENTID2]It Can Never Be You - Blood[/CONTENTID2]

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“Don’t let go! Just don’t!” Joon, second in command of the first Guard in the Melvatri army, begged the injured boy beneath him. Blood poured from a wound on his chest, and Joon didn’t have the time or focusing ability to see if it was mortal. Not to mention he was terrified of finding out, knowing he would go completely insane if he knew he would be losing him. Arrows flew past their scant cover of fallen branches, and Joon did all he could to cover the smaller, protecting him from further harm.

This had been a bad idea from the onset. Joon had tried to warn their commander of possible ambush, and yet, G.O  had refused to listen. Now they had all paid the price, but G.O more than anyone else, who lay with the slain on the battlefield. The barbarians of the Tsun lay waste to their army like a scythe to wheat. So much carnage, the screams still echoed in his ears, driving him mad. His only sanity was the boy beneath him, that he held possessively close. They had never wanted this. To be soldiers. But when the Guard knocks on your door you go, or perhaps be tried for treason before the Council – or merely vanish in the night.

The love of his life hadn’t been called, but he had followed all the same. Followed Joon to this destruction and chaos, an innocent lamb that follows its master to slaughter. And now he was paying the price. Joon did his best to staunch the flow of crimson from Mir’s wound, but he didn’t know how effective his gore soaked, muddy sash could be, or if it was to make things even worse. Mir was sobbing, hands clenched about Joon’s arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath his grip through his haze of unimaginable pain.

“Don’t you dare,” Joon warned, seeing the helplessness in the other’s eyes, “You’re staying with me. You’re mine! Don’t leave me,” he begged, feeling tears sting in his eyes to drip onto the other, “Just hold on, ok?” he whispered, not sure if the other could hear over the clanging of battle and the screams of the dying. Just like Mir had screamed not