Believe in Me

United Completely

Wind blinked awake, his eyes open wide and alert before he even realized he had come back to reality. Viola had had him, what was she going to do to him, they’d kill him..! But… he was still in the forest. Confusion washed over the boy as he ran a pale hand through soft strands of baby blue hair, wincing and jerking his hand back slightly when he found the point of impact. For someone so dainty, Viola hit horribly hard, a fresh purpleish bruise claiming the left corner of the boy’s forehead. His mind throbbed from the impact, a weak groan emitting from him now that the pain was noted. But why was he still here..? And where was Viola? She didn’t have much reason to just drop him unless… Wind lifted his head and looked around quickly. There was no one around as far as he knew; the forest appeared vacant in the darkness of night. Was he alone? The thought both relieved him and sent an entire different form of nervousness through him at nearly the same time. After a few seconds of looking around hopelessly, trying weakly to figure out how he’d get out of where he was in the dark alone, a stoic voice sent chills up his spine. “You’re awake.” White-blue eyes quickly darted around the darkness, focusing on a figure that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere at his side. Grey Loss was leaning against a tree within plain sight of him, and yet Wind only caught to seeing him by the blood-colored cape that was strung around the reaper’s neck, the excess fabric hanging to rest at the man’s side. Death was always taciturn, never having much emotion to his expression, which only added to the anxiety the wind spirit felt when he saw Grey’s expression. He looked strongly irritated, red eyes focusing, piercing into the ground. In his hand was what appeared to be a silver dagger, the blade coated with a dried substance that looked too similar to blood for the boy’s liking. The dark spirit was turning the dagger in his hands, the blade scraping against his hands every time he turned it but leaving no mark, not appearing to ensue any pain. “Y… yeah,” The smaller spirit muttered, barely keeping himself from scowling at how he had stuttered. Despite the small signs of Grey being a decent enough man, he still made the spirit of air uncomfortable at the least... but he was thankful to have him rather than to be alone. He rose to his feet slowly, catching his unsteady balance on the tree he was leaning against, his pale irises watching as the caped man also stood and nodded to the left. “The others are that way, they’re looking for us,” He said, his voice flat, toneless, his eyes holding the same hint of hidden sadness they always seemed to but narrowed slightly in frustration. “How do you know that..?” The boy questioned, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “Just do” was the reply. Grey wasn’t really one for words… but he seemed even less talkative than he was before, something that Wind didn’t think was possible. He wondered if something had happened while he was unconscious… had Grey made Viola go away? He found his eyes focused cautiously on the bloodied dagger… No, it couldn’t have been, Death fought with a scythe. Wherever he got that dagger, it wasn’t something he’d use… hopefully. As they started walking, Wind made sure to keep a few paces from the taller male, considering that it might be taken as rude but not feeling anything near comfortable walking alone with the spirit of death himself. Would the reaper have told him if he had died? Maybe  Viola killed him in his sleep and Grey was here, lying to him and leading him to his afterlife. No.. Viola wasn’t nice enough to kill him in his sleep. On the contrary, she’d probably have held him by his neck until he woke up to continue just so he got the fear of entering the nightmare king’s lair once more.

So what was going on? So many thoughts, realistic and not, wondered into his mind, trying to push away the part of him that was trying to figure out what had happened that made Viola leave. She was too brave to have been scared off by seeing Grey, honestly she’d have probably considered him a… The wind spirit felt his movements slow but not stop as he looked to the reaper’s irritated expression with wide eyes. A challenge. She’d have considered him to be a challenge. Wind couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or be even more afraid than before of the man that was now a few feet ahead of him but still walking on. He definitely didn’t want to bring it up, Grey wasn’t someone he wanted to anger, especially when he was already obviously not in a good mood like this…. But what had happened? If curiosity ever struck him it was now. What did she do to him to make him so reserved like this? Taking from Jack’s own mischievous nature, the boy couldn’t help but wish he was there to see.