Chimera Fields misery loves you

Evening was setting in. With it, Caerus roamed. 

He was already past the borders when some commotion of noise caught his attention, chocolate ear canting in one direction as he curiously made his way over. Unfortunate that Caerus was in a good mood today, too. Both of his fathers were home and he hadn't dealt much with the smaller brats lately, and sometimes he was learning cool new things from his parents- hunting with Mal, healing with Cupid. But today would require a sort of healing he hadn't been taught. A healing for himself. 

At first he saw Mal and Simmik's backs, and then Cam, and then a lip curled when he saw the little boy. Was the commotion just playing with the new kid? He couldn't stand it. No matter how Mal gave him attention, jealousy always reared its ugly head within Caerus. Why did they get to have siblings their own age? Why did Aibreann's kids get all the friends? Sure, he could be friends with them, but in youth a few months made all the difference. To the boy, they were still just drooling babies who couldn't form a sentence. And yet he wished that even in that age he could've had same-age playmates. It wasn't fair. 

But life was never fair, Caerus would come to find. He'd be fighting it from this night forward, but life would always find a way to make him feel secure and then pull the carpet out from under him. 

Plenty of kids had it worse out there, but Caerus didn't know that. All he knew right now was that he was ready to get the hell out of here. And then all he knew was the breeze that came to him with the scent of something rotten, and the turning of his head that followed curiously. It was then that ruby gaze trailed to their paws where something laid in a little lump from the ground, something that looked like a couple of stones- it was harder to see as the sun was setting. 

What was...? 

Caerus made his way closer now, basically shoving his way through the people to see whatever it was that had their interest so piqued. 

It was everything to him. It was his protector. It was his father, the man who had raised them, the man who'd taught him half of everything he knew. 

At first that didn't register at all. It took a moment. Who was this poor wolf? Caerus' gaze trailed up to that face- grotesquely swollen with the stings of something, and Caerus thought bees, from when Cupid had told him stories.

Cupid. 

It all came crashing down on him, glass shattered as his eyes widened with recognition. What was Dad doing looking like this?! Caerus didn't want him going into a coma again. He'd missed out on enough time with Dad then. Caerus' gaze flickered back to his other dad momentarily, but he didn't say a word, only blinked with some shock before he looked back down to Cupid. The scent filled his nostrils, but he couldn't register it right now, instead threw himself towards Cupid to kinda nudge his shoulder, his cheek, wherever with his muzzle. Relentlessly he would try to awaken him, starting with calm whispers of his title until whines found their way into his throat, and he was crying dad, dad! dad, wake up!! c'mon!! 

He began to sniffle and hyperventilate, breaths coming in shorter gasps as he crumpled to his knees before Cupid and sobbed uncontrollably, an icy pain tightening in the center of his chest.