Lost Creek Hollow meus

The strength of the older man’s arm pulled Crowfeather close. The shadow melted into him, arms reaching to wrap Germanicus in them, to keep him pressed tight to the dark star forever. 

His voice sucked the air from the back of Crowfeather’s throat. Eyes stinging with tears were closed tight. The lump in his throat threatened to spill from his lips in the form of shoulder-heaving sobs. 

Why was this so difficult? If he always returned, it would not matter where he wandered. But Crowfeather could not curb the aching that consumed him when Germanicus was gone. He could not temper the longing to be close. 

If you go for that long again… please take me with you.