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„Fuck!“
Clarissa massaged her temples while Scott was staring frustrated at the cliff they were standing atop of.
“How are we supposed to get down there without breaking fifty bones!“, Preston was turning a sickly green color the closer he stepped to the edge. Clarissa wordlessly pulled him back.
Dex could feel his heart in his throat as he stepped a little closer behind the others, who were currently discussing ways to make it to the bottom safely.
He hated heights.
Well…heights weren’t really the problem. No, it was the thought of falling.
Falling scared him.
Some might be surprised that the boy who jumped from the top of a building trusting only that „Cats always land on their feet“, was scared of falling but it was true.
Falling with no control, not knowing what will happen when he lands on the ground, the impact.
That was what terrified him about heights.
But the others were right.
Somehow they had to get down there. Walking would probably take them about a week and there really was no other way.
No other way but to fly down.
Scott also looked slightly nervous, though probably for different reasons, as Clarissa climbed into his arms.
“You better not drop me, Asshole.“, the platinum blond girl stuck out her pinky finger.
Normally, Dex would’ve probably laughed a bit as he watched Scott pinky promising Clarissa to not drop her, but right now he just wasn’t able to.
Scott took a deep breath and first flew only about a foot of the ground to try and see how difficult or not it would be. His massive owl wings lifted the two of them into the air and seemed to be able to carry even their combined weight quite well.
Clarissa had her arms wrapped around Scott’s neck as he princess carried her, and her huge war hammer, down the cliff.
After about a minute, Scott came back up.
“You ok?“, Preston asked, as Scott looked a little exhausted.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, Preston, I’ll get you down safely!“
And after Scott lifted Preston up in a princess carry, he, once again, flew the other down and returned about a minute after.
This time, when Scott reached the top again, he was now heaving and basically flopped down onto the ground.
“How-how the hell does Clarissa carry that fucking hammer with her all the time? It’s way too fucking heavy!!“
“Maybe you’re just weak.“
This was good. This was safe.
If Dex could just get himself to ignore that his only way to get down this cliff was to trust this nerdy boy with spindly thin arms that is currently dying for lack of oxygen.
Scott stood up and Dex started to nervously play with the strings of his hoddie. His tail kept on hitting the back of his legs as it swayed from side to side, against his will.
“Oh fuck off, Furry.“, Scott said as he shoved Dex’s shoulder slightly.
“I am not a-!“ and swoop.
Scott had picked him up. All exhaustion seemed to be gone from the Druid, as he held Dex in his arms, comfortably.
Well…kinda.
Because while the feeling of his side pressed to Scott’s torso, his radiating warmth, the slight feeling of his breath, were all things that made Dex’s heart do a cha cha slide and his insides throw themselves into a blender, he was now A.) Closer to the cliff and B.) Higher up.
So, without being able to really enjoy hearing Scott’s laugh fade into a slight snicker and die down right next to his ear, Dex just flung his arms over Scott’s shoulders and gripped the boys pink hoodie, like it was the last thing keeping him from dying.
It felt like it was.
“Hey.“
Dex had closed his eyes in nervous anticipation but squinting up at Scott when his soft voice addressed him in a way Kinder and less joking manner.
“Are you ok?“
His eyes, annoying blue as they were, starred at him in concerned and wow ok this-this was not helping Dex’s fast beating heart, at all.
“Yeah- I just…not a big fan of heights.“, while he tried to seem nonchalant about it, Scott had definitely called Dex’s bullshit.
“Don’t worry“ Scott smiled a small but assuring smile „I’ll keep you safe.“
Dex felt his voice leave him at the sight, so he just nodded and closed his eyes once again. He trusted Scott. That was the only thing Dex knew for sure.
Next thing he knew, he heard the sound of Scott’s massive owl wings flap to life and lift the two boys up into the air. Inwardly Dex apologized to Scott’s hoodie for his claws hooking themselves into it.
It felt like forever, being in the air. And Dex was beginning to realize that closing his eyes and letting his imagination do the rest…wasn’t the best way to not be nervous.
He could feel his owl breathing speed up again and the arms around Scott’s neck tightened. Slowly he opened one of his eyes.
Blue.
That was the first thing he saw.
The bright blue sky above him and all around him, the shiny blue sea he could see at the horizon and Scott’s blue eyes staring right at him.
“Good morning, Princess.“
“Oh fuck off, Asshole!“
Suddenly he felt Scott’s hands, holding him up, loosen and he felt his heart drop.
It was just a moment but he swears he could feel himself falling. Could see the end of it all. At least, he thought, he would be surrounded by beautiful blue.
And then the moment was over.
Scott’s hands were back to princess carry him and his own arms were once again wrapped around Scott’s neck.
“Holy fucking shit-! Oh you absolute asshole! How could you-“, Dex was yelling, fear still very much pulsating in his veins.
Then however he felt a slight thud and heard the wings stop flapping.
They had landed.
As Dex looked around, they seemed to be on a hilly little plain and Clarissa and Preston were some meters away, setting up a little camp and eating some of the rations they had packed.
Between the relief of finally being on the ground again and contentness of seeing the others were ok as well, Dex had forgotten that he was still, in fact, sitting in Scotts arms.
He jumped away from him. And started dusting off imaginary dust of his clothes as he turned his back to the other boy, to make his way to the others.
Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his wrist. For just a split second, his claws were ready to attack, until he remembered that there could’ve only been one person this hand belonged to.
With a sigh, Dex turned. „Scott, I-“
And he felt a kiss be placed on his forehead.
Dex was a little bit taller than Scott, so he had to stand on his tippy toes just a little bit. It that definitely him. Scott Travis. Scott Travis, who had his hands on either side I’d Dex’s face and was placing his lips onto his forehead.
Dex felt his cheeks heat up, his heart rate racing once again. And then he felt the lips pressed against his head, whisper something: „I’m sorry, Dex.“
The blonde boy bulled back once again but leaving his hands on either side of Dex’s face.
“I shouldn’t have done that to you. I knew you were scared. I’m sorry. Please, Dex, forgive me.“
His voice was so full of remorse and he believed him full heartedly. Dex, after all, was a master of bad decisions and hurting people by accident.
And what was this?
He was nervous. Like he often was. But no. There was something different. His eyes were downcast and his cheeks were tinted pink.
This however, felt unrelated to his mistake. No…if Dex was to guess: this was about the kiss. And if that was the reason for a small smile then that was non of Scott’s business.
Dex breathed out and leaned his face into one of Scott’s hands. Scott’s blue eyes widened a little and then finally looked up again.
“It’s ok, Scott. Just don’t- don’t do it again?“
“Of course not!“
A smile spread across both their faces.
Brown eyes looking into blue ones and not stopping.
Even if his heart was beating so incredibly loud in his chest, Dex was calm. Because this was Scott. And he trusted Scott. After everything that happened the the two of them, the four of them. He trusted Scott and he trusted the others.
“Oi, Homos! Get your asses over here!“
“Shut it, Clarissa!“, both Scott and Dex yelled back at the Tiefling.
Scott snorted out a laugh and let go of Dex’s face in order to push some of his hair out of his eyes. Dex was a little disappointed.
In a moment of stupid bravery, Dex took Scott’s face and pressed a quick little peck on his lips.
“Later. I promise.“
And as soon as it happened, Dex was already bolting for the rest of the Butt Eeterz. Scott left there. Standing, in slight shock, touching his lips with a rosy hue dusting his cheeks.
“Wh-Hold up! Wait on me!“, and he flew after the other.