krampus 🌷 tracob

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Happy New Years!

Troye's pov

"I love... you!" I whisper, tapping a finger to his nose.

He shies away, beaming like a lovesick sap.

"And I love you!" He whispers back, nudging his nose against mine. 

We lock eyes, our happy-go-lucky mood faltering as we swallow harshly and stare deep into the other's eyes. I take a step back, the two of us separating and standing back from each other. The room is dark, but not dark enough to hide the features of our faces. It almost feels like we're in another universe. This can't be real.

Am I dead?

"You're dreaming." He murmurs, his hands falling down to his sides while mine stay up to my chest, touching my neck out of a subconscious feeling of comfort.

"This is a dream." He adds.

I tilt my head to the side, everything feeling as though it's happening in slow motion.

"I don't understand," I mumble, rubbing my hands down my arms to try and find a sense of warmth. I'm freezing.  Why is it so cold?

"This is the only way I could talk to you... alone." 

Knitting my brows together, I nod slowly.

"We're not dead?" I ask.

He shakes his head no, "No, no. We're not dead."

"I need to show you something." He says as if it's a secret.

He holds his hand out, "Stay calm, focus on your breathing."

I pipe an alright, looking for direction.

He holds his fingertip out, it glowing as it nears towards me. I hold mine out and do as told, focusing on breathing as mine casts a light as well. Once we're merely centimetres away, a flash of what almost looks like lightning appears between us.

"W-wha?" 

"Focus." He whispers, moving in closer.

When we touch, the light emits and surrounds us, an odd overwhelming feeling spreading throughout my body. 

"Stay calm." He repeats.

"Jacob," I pause, "What's happening?"

He doesn't seem to get mad about me calling him his true name, simply glancing back and forth between our hands and me to make sure I'm okay.

"It's what happened earlier. When we touch, we create power. A beautiful, miraculous power... that can also be dark and twisted if not handled with caution. If we're both not focused, we can end up draining the other of their power, killing them within minutes." He explains, keeping his voice low.

I press my palm against his, "Why are you telling me this now?"

It's too late, I think to myself. 

"It's not too late." 

"It's Not Too Late."

...

Jerking awake, I wake in panic as a loud, ear-piercing reverberation bounces off the walls and rumbles the floors. Candles light on the walls in the hallway and bodies after bodies march through the halls past me. I sit up and back into the corner, holding my knees to my chest and trying to make myself less noticeable. 

This is it. 

A large, menacing looking man walks up to the door with a set of keys tucked between his fingers and cuffs in the other hand.