⑄ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 ⑄

『 act I - hold your breath 』

『 see "dreams of divinity" from OC Arts Book 6 for context. 』

-+-

"...deal."

they tilted their head at an unnatural angle; the veil, which covered their face so thickly, revealed the faint silhouette of an eye beneath. 

so she does have eyes?'

"wonderful," the faceless hummed, quickly snapping their neck back into place. [ugh - the sound...]

she released his face, brushing aside the skirt of their jacket.

then, all at once -

the assistant gasped, pale white skin now stained with trails of silver ichor -

- all at once, the pain struck him, one last freezing spell piercing their heart, before melting away. 

and suddenly, he collapsed.

someone was tearing his heart and lungs out, slowly, painfully - at least, that's what it felt like.

and he thought that being slowly, perpetually frozen for a few moments beforehand was bad...

the grass, a freezing white, which danced like flames under gloved hands, returned to the bloodstained green it had been previously; slowly, but surely, the field of frost dissipated, leaving only the duo of god-killers.

"now."

the wind picked up at a concerning pace, before the antlered figure was swept back onto his feet. he gasped, stumbling over himself.

silver gloves snatched his wrists before he could fall once again, pulling him close. he would have squirmed out of their grasp, if it weren't for the fact that he could hardly stand on his own.

"you mentioned something would happen soon - a war, correct?"

the dazed being nodded. "yeah..."

"how soon, exactly?"

"...well," he whispered into their shoulder, "considering that I can hear them...

I'd say right about now."