09-18-2018, 10:53 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
(and now it's a human au because mii is a thot also this is RUSHED AS HELL)
There was something about the boy with the cold eyes and dark curls that sank into her heart. There was something in those freckles and those wise fingers that she couldn't place; something that was so utterly mortal and ensnaring about how he worked. How he seemed so much more than human and still completely susceptible to the perfect human flaws. Everything about him was a goddamn enigma that pulled her closer, and it drove her mad.
Part of the time she couldn't believe she was so lucky. Because part of the time, she was pressed against him, inhaling that smoke and pine scent that clung to all his clothes and letting the sound of his heartbeat give her something to focus on, the warmth of his skin against hers creating a physical solace she'd never experienced before. She could hear his soft words, his gentle hands - his fleeting touches, his smile. That pale, pale stare.
The other part of the time, she couldn't believe she was capable of witnessing that soft side of him. Not while she watched his lips wrap around the rim of a wine glass; not while she felt his crushing grip when he was scared to let go and not while he was at the epicenter of a power malfunction, with wind ripping at the trees and lightning crashing overhead because he couldn't get a grip on it.
But in the end, the second half of her experiences rarely mattered, because there was always a way to bring him back. That was what she believed, anyway. She noticed the way he looked at her; she noticed the way their bond would draw taut when something was wrong or they wandered too far away from the other.
The thread strung between them had tightened in the past few hours, sending Hazel into a panic, urgency pushing her blood through her veins. There was a cold dread sinking in her stomach, and she didn't like it - didn't like it one bit. She didn't get far before pain seared across the line, driving a pike through her chest and the girl gasped where she stood, heartbeat pounding in her ears. She doubled over, stumbling back into the wall. It was like she couldn't breathe - couldn't quite draw the oxygen into her lungs, where it needed to go -
The panic tightened. It squeezed her heart, and she shoved past the pain, pushing it back along the bond, trying to move - and then, silence.
The pain ceased, and her pulse quieted. The bond was eerily calm, fading in the background of white noise in her ears.
And she ran.
Hazel sprinted as fast as she could, unable to take the blaring sense of something gone wrong - something so very, very wrong; something so wrong she didn't notice the icy slide of Death's claws down her spine. Feet pounding, the girl finally appeared on the scene, tears already rolling down her cheeks. It didn't take long to spot the body, the blood - the gaping hole in his chest.
"No," Hazel cried. "No!" Her shriek wobbled.
Deep in her mind she felt something shatter; something irreplaceable and timeless. Something like trust and security and comfort and a whole other mess of things a person needed to feel safe and happy. Beneath her, the earth groaned. It split: deep gouges splintering from the grass at her feet. A choked sob worked its way out of her throat, and she slid to her knees, unable to tear her eyes away, even when gemstones began to pop up.
"Non relinquam vos volo mihi," The girl whispered to the boy with the cold eyes and the dark curls.
(Non relinquam vos volo mihi. - you weren't supposed to leave me too.)
There was something about the boy with the cold eyes and dark curls that sank into her heart. There was something in those freckles and those wise fingers that she couldn't place; something that was so utterly mortal and ensnaring about how he worked. How he seemed so much more than human and still completely susceptible to the perfect human flaws. Everything about him was a goddamn enigma that pulled her closer, and it drove her mad.
Part of the time she couldn't believe she was so lucky. Because part of the time, she was pressed against him, inhaling that smoke and pine scent that clung to all his clothes and letting the sound of his heartbeat give her something to focus on, the warmth of his skin against hers creating a physical solace she'd never experienced before. She could hear his soft words, his gentle hands - his fleeting touches, his smile. That pale, pale stare.
The other part of the time, she couldn't believe she was capable of witnessing that soft side of him. Not while she watched his lips wrap around the rim of a wine glass; not while she felt his crushing grip when he was scared to let go and not while he was at the epicenter of a power malfunction, with wind ripping at the trees and lightning crashing overhead because he couldn't get a grip on it.
But in the end, the second half of her experiences rarely mattered, because there was always a way to bring him back. That was what she believed, anyway. She noticed the way he looked at her; she noticed the way their bond would draw taut when something was wrong or they wandered too far away from the other.
The thread strung between them had tightened in the past few hours, sending Hazel into a panic, urgency pushing her blood through her veins. There was a cold dread sinking in her stomach, and she didn't like it - didn't like it one bit. She didn't get far before pain seared across the line, driving a pike through her chest and the girl gasped where she stood, heartbeat pounding in her ears. She doubled over, stumbling back into the wall. It was like she couldn't breathe - couldn't quite draw the oxygen into her lungs, where it needed to go -
The panic tightened. It squeezed her heart, and she shoved past the pain, pushing it back along the bond, trying to move - and then, silence.
The pain ceased, and her pulse quieted. The bond was eerily calm, fading in the background of white noise in her ears.
And she ran.
Hazel sprinted as fast as she could, unable to take the blaring sense of something gone wrong - something so very, very wrong; something so wrong she didn't notice the icy slide of Death's claws down her spine. Feet pounding, the girl finally appeared on the scene, tears already rolling down her cheeks. It didn't take long to spot the body, the blood - the gaping hole in his chest.
"No," Hazel cried. "No!" Her shriek wobbled.
Deep in her mind she felt something shatter; something irreplaceable and timeless. Something like trust and security and comfort and a whole other mess of things a person needed to feel safe and happy. Beneath her, the earth groaned. It split: deep gouges splintering from the grass at her feet. A choked sob worked its way out of her throat, and she slid to her knees, unable to tear her eyes away, even when gemstones began to pop up.
"Non relinquam vos volo mihi," The girl whispered to the boy with the cold eyes and the dark curls.
(Non relinquam vos volo mihi. - you weren't supposed to leave me too.)
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better