Stories and Oneshots with OCs

Corporeality

(I won't torment you with wondering whose pov it is so this is in Veska's perspective 💀💀🌞)

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The wind howled harshly and flurries of snow clouded my vision. My world was turned upside down, my mind reeling and spinning as the scene before me unfolded.

It was dark, so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. Last I remember I was sleeping in my tent. I put out my lantern and tried to get some shuteye despite the cold air biting my skin.

Now, I was in what looked like the bottom of an endless black pit. There were no walls and no end, just an abyss of nothingness.  No signs of sunlight to be seen, no signs of life, and no signs of anything besides the dark walls surrounding me. I tried calling out Tuva, then I tried calling out anyone. It was to no avail, just the echo of my own raspy voice mocking me.

It was cold, freezing even, the kind that would puncture your very soul. The kind of cold you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, though here I was, getting a taste myself. It was almost as if the void itself was trying to crush me under the pressure of its darkness. I tried walking forward but it felt like a weight was pulling me back, keeping me trapped where I was.

My legs were heavy, almost as if they were encased in lead, my breathing became more and more erratic and I began to panic. The wind howled in the distance, the cold biting at my bare hands and feet.

I don't want to die here, I thought. This couldn't be the end.

"Are you sure?"

My head whipped up, trying to find the source of the voice. I looked around in a panicked frenzy, my heart feeling as thought it would beat out of my chest. Loud but slow footsteps drew closer as I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the inevitable.

Until her warm hand touched my back, causing me to open my eyes, desperately trying to move to get a slight glimpse of her.

"You're shaking," she remarked, her voice low and soft. It sounded exactly the same.

The way she spoke, her words dripping with silk and honey. She didn't seem concerned or alarmed, she sounded as though she knew everything, like she always did.

The wind seemed to calm and I felt her move closer, the warmth of her body radiating onto mine. I shivered and reached for her, my hand meeting her leg. It was so close, yet I still couldn't see her, only feel her.

I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. All I could do was hear the sound of her voice and feel her warmth.

For some reason her hair was long and a murky blood red. When she rested her chin on my shoulder from behind, it cascaded down the side of her face and brushed my arm. Her lips were right next to my ear and I could feel her warm breath.

"You're in so much pain," she murmured, dry but warm lips touching my ear.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me flush against her. The cold, harsh air and the weight in my legs were gone. All I could feel was her and all I could see was darkness.

Her embrace was tight and comforting. It was like everything holding me still had melted away from the touch of her skin, and I clung onto her like a leech.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" She said, her voice sounding a little more distant now. A soft echo to it. "I'm so lonely out here."

When I looked up at her, the sunny amber eyes I once adored were nearly black and devoid of emotion. She looked so beautiful, despite the fact she was covered in blood.