“ARE YOU READY TO SEE TRUE DARKNESS”
“Are… Are you?” He blows out the flame, without giving himself time to second guess his decision.
Everything seems to stop, and then an otherwordly scream fills the silence. The shadows grow and twist engulfing everything, until Beatrice is unable to see her friend anymore.
Slowly the moonlight comes back, illuminating the kneeling figure of a teen on the snow. Wirt jumps then, hands up in the air.
“I did it! Oh my gosh I actually did it!”
“Wirt, you did it! Oh you wonderful msitake of nature! You-”
He turns and walks to where she and Greg are laying on the snow, a skip on his steps, a proud smile on his lips, and his eyes cycling through a rainbow of iridescent colors.
“Beatrice! We’re free, no more beast!”
Oh, if only she was brave enough to tell him.
Wirt picks up an unconscious Greg, and hands her the scissors, she can’t stop looking at his eyes and the meaning behind the changing colors. She should say something, but he looks so happy, so free, she can’t bring herself to open her beak.
Once he’s gone, and the pain and blood from cutting off her own wings is nothing but a dull ache, she stands up in two feet for the first time in months.
She finds the lamp behind one of the trees, with shaking hands she picks it up and cleans the snow off of it.
The woodsman is too lost on his own grief to notice anything, and she’s glad for that, the less people knows about what happened here the better. She picks up his axe and walks deeper into the forest.
She must get far away from the man, afraid he will try and stop her, and she must hurry, the flame of the lamp already too small for comfort.
She won’t let it go off, she won’t let Wirt’s soul die.
She will keep it safe, until they meet again.
Based on my and @that-one-girl-behind-you DemonBAE AU
Read the fic of the AU HERE and check the tag for more art and info HERE
How and why Beatrice has the lamp. She is the only one that knows what happened to Wirt, the Woodsman hadn’t bothered to pay attention after he discovered his daughter wasn’t actually in the lamp, Greg had been unconscious.
She decided then and there to keep the lamp alive.
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