The Boy who Circled Time
Emmet clung on to Jasper, unable to tear his eyes away from the man in his arms; his body so still and lifeless, the glimmering, flickering flame of light that was the steady, miniscule rise and fall of his chest - his wispy, thin breath - being the only sign of some sort of consciousness and hope in that moment.
Muttering all that he could, comforting Jasper with words of encouragement and promises of safety, Emmet did all that he could, whilst still holding the other in his arms and supporting his head with his free hand, to bestow some sort of joy and contentment, soothing his worries and fears and replacing them with a steady stream of love.
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