暮色渐凉

#enzn Enjin has never known this much peace, since ever. Nobody knows this, but there's many nights when he has trouble sleeping, when his head is so full of disturbing noises that will gladly keep him up late. Strangely, in this moment, in this exact moment, Enjin feels so serene, like he can so easily falls into slumber. And never have to wake up. "Don't you dare." But like everything in his life, nothing comes easy. Not even this peace. "Don't you fucking dare." The curse is new. An anomaly. Something that Enjin has never heard before. He forces his eyes to slightly peek out, but all he see is blurry colors of his surroundings. "You can't—Enjin, you can't—" the words are spoken in hiccups, Enjin is grateful that the voice is so close to his ears, because he can feel everything suddenly reduces into buzzing sounds. "Don't you dare leaving us," the voice says again, only then Enjin realizes, they are sobbed to his shoulder, instead of whispered. Enjin can feel something wet on him, but with all the blood is really hard to tell. "Don't you dare leaving me." And with that, he can feel a familiar calloused hand pressed lightly against his wound. He's too numb to feel pain, he's too close to losing his consciousness to avoid the touch. Enjin isn't even sure if he wants to avoid it. The touch is rather comforting. The touch is like something he doesn't even know he always craves for. "Zanka, we have to—" Enjin can hear Eishia's voice in the background. Only then, Enjin realizes, the warmth that has been enveloping him, the peace that finally shows itself in front of him—is coming from someone who has always been there all along. "Zan—ka—" Enjin tries to speak, but words are hard when his throat can't even work properly. He can feel Zanka tense against his body. "Anything you want to say to me," Zanka sniffles, but he doesn't sound less threatening. "You can say it, when you're taken care of. You can say it all you want when you're not bleeding yourself to—" Zanka halts at the end of his sentence. Enjin can still hear it, anyway. —death, he thinks, is always closer than any of them know. They shouldn't jinx it. "Don't you dare," Zanka warns again, his sound so distant now, but everything else about him feels closer, so close for Enjin to be selfish. With the last of his energy, he drops his arms on Zanka's waist. Enjin has never known this much peace, since ever. And he's not ready to let go. He doesn't even think, he'll ever be ready. But then, again, since when life and fate caters to his readiness? Enjin doesn't want to fight, but he doesn't want to cave in, either. This is the peace, he's always seeking. This is the peace, he's always looking for. And the peace is apparently always in front of him. "Don't you dare, Enjin, I still need you. You can't leave us, leave me—" Enjin's heart breaks hearing the tremble. He doesn't want to hear Zanka sounds like that anymore. Not now, not ever. Not at all. "Not going anywhere—" Enjin breathes out, albeit, raggedly. "&ot leaving—" His head drops to the side, his cheek meeting the soft strands of Zanka's hair. "—you." Enjin has never known this much peace, since ever. Nobody knows this, but there's many nights when he has trouble sleeping, when his head is so full of disturbing noises that will gladly keep him up late. Strangely, in this moment, in this exact moment, Enjin feels so serene, like he can so easily falls into slumber. And never have to wake up. Except, maybe he has to, because he knows, somebody will always wait for him to come back. Beside, Enjin has made promise, hasn't he? And Enjin doesn’t make promises lightly, and he sure as hell doesn’t break them if he can help it.