#arty-soos

keyleth of the air ashari: member of vox machina, voice of the tempest, and tal’dorei’s best wingwoman apparently

a silly lil modern vm au :) (reference pic under the cut btw)

“WHO IS IT?” Ford demands, “HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES?”

“...Well, I can always–!”

THUNK.

There’s an impact. A heavy blow like a metal bat to the chest rockets through Stan’s body, knocking him back and snatching the air from his lungs in one go.

Stan’s foot catches on ice-slick steps. A sharp yelp tears from his throat. He’s sent pinwheeling gracelessly off the porch, and all at once, his skull cracks against frozen ground with a force that rattles his teeth as something gives way with a sharp snap! Bright, blinding stars explode like supernovas behind his eyes. Something pointed digs into his back. It adds to the fresh onslaught of pain, pain, ow, FUCK, PAIN. Blood, wet and warm and pungent, starts to seep into his shirt and jacket, congealing just as quick as it meets the open winter air.

when something inside my bones is shaking hands with silence, i need your touch to guide me home--i need your voice to fight it