Tailor Made, Just For You [Raegan/ Kori]

[ode]

Kori held his mate tightly to his chest. "I will always protect you, Raegan. But in the future I will try my best to take it from your sight."

[praiseofblood]

Raegan nodded. "Stop feeling guilty and go to sleep," Rae murmured against his mate's chest.

[ode]

Kori poked him in the side but did settle down into the bed. "One of these days I'm not going to listen when you tell me what to do..."

[praiseofblood]

"Then you'll do it." Raegan said with a smile and kissed his chest before drifting off.

[ode]

Kori snorted and settled back into bed, already sleepy. Apparently all he had needed was to know his mate still wanted him and since he knew that now...

[praiseofblood]

Raegan woke the neck morning feeling a bit drained. He sat up, looking at his mate.

[ode]

Kori cracked an eye open at the movement and blinked when he saw hi mate was looking at him. "Huh?" was about all he could manage.

[praiseofblood]

Raegan shook his head. "Go back to sleep." he said, running a hand through Kori's hair.

[ode]

The soothing actions had him nodding lightly and doing as his mate said.

[praiseofblood]

Raegan kissed his brow before standing and heading from the room. He needed to at least...see the damage.

[ode]

Kori lay blissfully sleep, his body trying to relax after the stressful night of worrying about his mate.

[praiseofblood]

Raegan tromped quietly down the stairs to his shop, bracing himself for what he'd see.

[ode]

Kori slowly awakened as his mate's nervousness rose. Laying back, staring at the ceilling, he awaited the next emotion.

[praiseofblood]

Raegan looked over his clothes--what remained of the non-ruined ones. He felt a pang of sadness--all his hard work....

He walked cautiously to the door, flipping the sign to CLOSED and programing the AI to relay a message that it would be closed until further notice.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking over all of the damage. The glass and blood had been mostly cleaned, but he could still smell the hint of blood. It made him sick. He headed back to his sewing room to look at the mounds and mounds of fabric there. He didn't really even feel the motivation to even work on re-creating the things that had been damaged right now.

[ode]

Ken quickly rose from bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes as he padded downstairs. Seeing his saddened mate, he hugged him close from behind. "I'll get you another shop, Raegan. A bigger one if you wish. But one where nothing like this will ever happen again, I promise."