A Life, Unforgotten

Pray You'll Survive To Tell The Story

Light waved goodbye rather cheerily to his eldest cousin, "Thank you! I feel a little better about my eye now, glad to know it's just some spooky new magick!"

Starre, in the meantime, looked pale. Literally a bit translucent, and cold. He had a slight shiver, and there was a visible clamminess to his skin, but he'd pushed a smile through the dry burning behind his eyes and nodded. "No prob, Light. I'm gonna go crash, I don't feel so hot, but let me know if something new pops up, okay?"

Light's response of an enthusiastic nod had Starre hum, then close the door to his home. Light's smile dropped instantly, and he'd stare at a hand, until a small but even flame danced over his palm. It felt warm... and dangerous.

Closing his hand around the fire and extinguishing it, he tapped the toe of his boot to the ground and, without hesitation, once more fell through the portal. Deposited not home, but in front of Starling. He didn't have a plan this time, and while initially she had started before moving to welcome him with open arms. Well... silvery eyes met his, and she'd frozen. White brows knitting and arms pulling back into herself.

He had no plan. Not even as ice started to form around Light's feet. Clearly she saw something she didn't like. Light didn't think.

He acted. A hand reached out and snatched her shoulder. Fingertips hardening like diamonds, and he ignored the ice that instantly formed on his entire forearm. Her eyes grew wide, and he'd covered her mouth with his other hand before she could speak. Light leaned close, voice dropped to a whisper, and in her irises he could see his own eyes — no longer blue, but black. Endless. Unforgiving. He didn't care anymore.

"I promise your magick won't go to waste. I'm just borrowing it... temporarily," A flicker of fire under his palm, and he'd not flinch as the ice melted, absorbed into his own skin. He watched as she'd stared him in the eyes, afraid. Unsure of how to handle the situation, and as she slowly became more and more translucent, Light could see exhaustion overtake her. He'd pull his hand back at the last possible second, where she only looked to be a faint, wispy, featureless outline of herself.

And he caught her as she nearly fainted, settling her to a laying position on the couch of her own home rather delicately. And he'd vanish once again with the harsh crackling shatter of ice, causing half the home to tremble viciously in his wake.

He'd returned home.

Once again, he ate a good amount of food before curling up in his bed beside his husband, an unusually toasty arm latched around him as if that could ground him to where he is now. And he was passed out once again.