Made it Through the Gate! {4}

Hours had passed and the guards had switched shifts, Len had fallen asleep and Damian was carrying him up to the gates as Coconut followed close behind. As expected one of the guards stopped Damian, as they made eye contact the guard spoke "You got your papers?" the guard held out his hand expectantly. Damian nodded and looked down at his arms where Len was fast asleep "My papers are in my bag but my arms are currently occupied, mind finding them for me?" Damian used his hips to swing the satchel hanging from his shoulder around to his front.

The guard eyed the large bag and turned around to unlock the gate "Fuck it, you don't seem bad and your son and horse look exaughsted, head on in." Damian blinked in surprise but hurried in with quick solid steps as Coconut daintily pranced in behind them while the other guard shook his head and laughed.

Damian made his way through the cold and lonely streets eventually finding a small shithole motel, he stared at it solemnly particularly eyeing its roof that seemed to be falling apart, and the stray felks running around on it. Damian sighed and led Coconut over to the stables locking her in one of the pens, truthfully she could walk out anytime she wanted. He then headed inside what appeared to be the entrance and found a man he couldn't tell the age of, he looked like he drank meth for breakfast. He signed in making small talk, "That yur kid?" the addict spat out staring at Len, Damian shook his head 'no' in response. The addict smiled and took his feet off the front desk so he could lean in to get a better look at Len "Is he for rent? I pay ya good coin for him." Damian looked up with eyes wide at the man, he thought he was holding Len quite lovingly, cradling the boy in one of his arms "No he isn't for rent." Damian didn't know this boy very well but he felt the need to protect him he was so small and innocent looking. Grunting the addict took the papers Damian had signed and briefly scanned them "ight that'll be one silver coins" Damian cringed at the price but handed it over.

Damian made sure to speed walk away from the addict heading to his room, he couldnt help the warm smile that spread across his face at the sleeping thing in his arms, so trusting and happy. Damian quietly slipped into the room gently closing the door behind him. He saw the room only had one bed but figured Len was innocent enough he wouldn't care.

Damian had layed Len down on one side of the bed before removing his own shirt and collapsed on the other side to fall asleep, yet he was woken up by Len cuddling up to him using his chest as a pillow. After the third time of this happening Damian huffed and rolled Len over deciding to spoon him and deal with consequences in the morning, right now he just wanted sleep.

Felk: A lizard species in this world that are covered in feathers, usually coloured in reds and oranges but rarely have other colours, most breathe small sparks of fire and are widely considered a pest.