─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆
❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒.
we have seen the worse of each other.
our souls are intertwined. he could be
a decaying corpse, and i will become
the maggots digging into hi...
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AS MICAH PLUMMETED FROM THE SKY, THE ONLY THOUGHT HE COULD GRASP WAS OF HIS FATHER. A past memory sliced through his blurred vision with the sharpness of a razor blade against a veil, slicing through the curtain separating Micah from Hiroki and the life that now kept them apart. It was a memory of laughter and warmth—his father's hands lifting him up, the strength of his fingers brushing his ribs as the god urged him to spread his wings and fly for the very first time.
His forearms had been scraped raw that day; he hadn't remembered that.
Clouds whipped past him as they shot downward, the wind roaring in his ears like a violent gale. He could only think of how odd it felt to recall Hiroki's life at all. He could only feel the weight of his father's absence in the emptiness of the sky around him.
Micah allowed himself to fall.
Perhaps as he neared the earth, he'd feel Hypnos' embrace drawing him in. Maybe his father would appear for the first time since his disappearance, reaching out to save him one last time, as he had once done for Hiroki all those years ago.
But it was Jason's arm that attempted to wrap itself around Micah's abdomen, seeking to bring him close to Silena and Leo, wanting to gather all of them close in an attempt to slow their descent with his powers.
"Festus!" The son of Jupiter screamed out into the open sky. "Help us!"
They crashed like blazing comets, colliding with the dragon's back.
The force of the impact surged through Micah, snatching his breath away.
Bile rose in his throat as he struggled to maintain consciousness, the pain searing through his body like claws raking across his skin. No matter how much he tried to swallow it, a sharp cry tore through his lips.
"Micah? Micah?" Silena called desperately, dazed. She fought to sit up, her hair a wild tangle across her face, her eyes wide with fear and concern as Festus carried them away from Aeolia's fortress. Jason steadied her while Leo's heavy breaths filled her ears.
The son of Hypnos did not reply.
Jason had managed to soften their landing, but—Micah had slipped, hadn't he? He hadn't held on to them.
When her legs remained too weak to support her, Silena crawled her way to Micah frantically; he was upright, with shallow breaths and trembling shoulders. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached out to touch Micah's arm, grasping his chin to try and make eye contact with him.
His eyes remained tightly shut; golden tears leaked from the corners, carving glistening trails down his pallid cheeks. Silena's fear intensified as her gaze followed his trembling hands down, down—until it fell upon his ankle.
