[Whatever dream Vicious had been having, wrapped around the smaller body of the wicked little Goblin he had spent the night with, it is suddenly...interrupted.
Fire roars through the trees, melting reddened snow from gore-spattered earth. Wine grapes hang nonsensically from burning trellises. They bleed. It smells of apricots. Your stomach churns.
There is a burning in the skin of your chest. You want to rip the flesh out. You can't. Your hands are too caked with flesh and blood to find purchase. Your mouth feels unlike your own. You choke and spit out a tooth. Another has grown in, long and wicked. Your neck throbs. You can taste dozens of people on your tongue.
A building stands before you. It's half burned away. You don't know what it is, a shack, crooked and wooden and old. You can't get near it. It burns too brightly.
A young man stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the flames. He wears robes, and the ends of his long dark hair are burning. You can't make out his face, but it is full of sadness.
He points at you.
"Suntem amândoi naibii.
We are both damned."
You know the voice, but you don't. It rings painfully in your ears, like the feedback on a speaker. The sun starts to rise, and you want desperately to see it. You can hear a child screaming.
The earth reaches up and swallows you whole before you glimpse the light, enclosing you, crushing you before you can even cry out.
When Vicious wakes, he will find...he is still in bed with Kronid. He is curled up tightly against him, still naked, small body and wings trembling. His hands are crossed over his chest, over his scar, claws digging in.
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Event - Action - February Time Loop- cw: gore, burning, claustrophobia, eventual groundhog murder
Date: 2023-02-22 08:46 am (UTC)Fire roars through the trees, melting reddened snow from gore-spattered earth. Wine grapes hang nonsensically from burning trellises. They bleed. It smells of apricots. Your stomach churns.
There is a burning in the skin of your chest. You want to rip the flesh out. You can't. Your hands are too caked with flesh and blood to find purchase. Your mouth feels unlike your own. You choke and spit out a tooth. Another has grown in, long and wicked. Your neck throbs. You can taste dozens of people on your tongue.
A building stands before you. It's half burned away. You don't know what it is, a shack, crooked and wooden and old. You can't get near it. It burns too brightly.
A young man stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the flames. He wears robes, and the ends of his long dark hair are burning. You can't make out his face, but it is full of sadness.
He points at you.
"Suntem amândoi naibii.
We are both damned."
You know the voice, but you don't. It rings painfully in your ears, like the feedback on a speaker. The sun starts to rise, and you want desperately to see it. You can hear a child screaming.
The earth reaches up and swallows you whole before you glimpse the light, enclosing you, crushing you before you can even cry out.
When Vicious wakes, he will find...he is still in bed with Kronid. He is curled up tightly against him, still naked, small body and wings trembling. His hands are crossed over his chest, over his scar, claws digging in.
He...chokes out a single, barely-stifled sob.]