When Meklar awoke, he was curled into a ball, and the soft morning sun was heating the side of his face that wasn't covered by the cloak around him. He was at a peace that he hadn't been at since his time with the angels, with Maleficent, with Ramien. 

Unsettling thoughts followed. It was not a good way to wake up from a much needed nap.

Meklar opened his eyes slowly, their dryness sudden, and the stinging pain that followed. His back cramped from being hunched in a ball all night long. His jaw was tight, and cracked as he yawned for the first time in almost two thousand years. He wasn't used to being a human, and it was very different compared to being an angel. 

But he was with His Warrior. 

And he settled for that over complaining about his past life. 

Meklar turned his head to face the Mandalorian, who's helmet was tilted down. His Warrior's eyes were closed behind the helmet that he wore, and it saddened Meklar to not be able to see His face. 

Meklar wanted to reach out and cradle His face with his hands. He wanted to hold him tightly, and trace his fingertips all over the scars, the old wounds, the new ones. 

Meklar wanted His Warrior. 
Meklar wanted His Mandalorian. 

Meklar wanted Him. 

Meklar wanted his mate. 

And he was going to do whatever he had to in order to keep Him. 

Word count: 241

11/12/2020

Don't worry, the next chapter is coming, and there will be an A/N. I'll be back soon