#aueternus

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

　At first, he thinks it must be a hallucination. A product of power magic, even. Although he knows reasonably he hasn’t encountered a mage with powerful enough magic to even sway him in the slightest in a millennium. It’s enough to bring the seemingly average appearing man—amazingly stark scars hidden with a glamour—to a complete halt. Because he cannot remember the last time he’s seen another dragon.

Even before, he had been a relatively solitary creature. Hunted, provoked and threatened from his homeland had done little to socialize Rozen. It was only be necessity that lived amongst humans now. His forests were burned and cut, his body no longer able to hide in the thick tree-line of his mountains. Conceivably he had known he had probably not been the last of his kind, but it was a thought that had plagued him for centuries. Where would he even look for someone like him and what would he do if he truly were the last?

It’s a question he doesn’t have to ponder too deeply anymore. Because she was what he was. The familiar embers of fire beneath their skin and the magic humming in the roots of their veins– he has to wonder how she’s found him. And why?

❛   I CAN'T FEEL MY ----- ❜ the sound of pain in the heiress' voice is gut-wrenching , echoing bone-deep through the mating bond. she knows he must feel it as if it is his own pain. she tries to rein it in , if only for his sake. ❛   my wings. i can't feel my wings --- ❜

there's a simple answer for that -- she has none. moments ago , she'd been struggling against the spring court heir , &* then there was searing pain &* a burst of pure black &* then ------ then she was here , drowning. only for a moment ; azriel had appeared &* dragged her back up through the water filling her lungs.

she hasn't had a moment to take stock. a moment to really register that she cannot feel her wings because she has none. she has none of anything , really. but , to her benefit , there is no physical pain ----- how can there be ? she is made of water now. for the moment , she is corporeal -- he can in fact hold her in his arms there at the edge of the pool of starlight. she feels as if she is still a solid thing of life -- that she might still have bones &* muscle &* blood. the difference now is how cold she feels. how the ripple of water dances on her skin like a projection. she is no longer a living thing if the definition is a heartbeat &* blood in her veins. when her powers wane , she will be nothing but this pool &* her thoughts , trapped in his mind.

but she has not acknowledged yet that she is anything but her former fae self. has not stepped past the trauma from a few moments ago. how could she ? her mother just died. selene herself just died. the only thing she can focus on is that azriel has his arms around her &* she is safe there with her face buried in his chest.

❛   it's so cold. ❜ a whimper escapes the starborn as she squeezes her eyes tighter shut , frame shivering against him. ❛ i don't ---- what happened ? why can't i ----- ?   where are we ? ❜ she dares to crack open an eye &* peak out , expecting to see the slaughter she'd just witnessed again. but there is a quiet , moonlit forest around them. azriel is soaking wet. her skin shimmers in the moon beams. violet eyes blink , confusion seeping in.

why were they wet ? she'd just been in the middle of the mountains in the winter ---- the smell of spring is unmistakable. this was not the night court.

a panic races down the bond as she quickly shifts her gaze to her hand there against his chest ---- notes the shimmer &* odd pattern of water that has taken to dancing across her skin. the same skin that now glows faintly. her breath catches , holds for a second -------------- there is silence within her ; deafening as she realizes she cannot hear her own heart. finds there is no consequence of not breathing at all.

❛   i died. ❜ it is not a question. it is a fact ; spoken in a whisper that suddenly sounds too loud in her silent form. no -- that couldn't be right. her mother died , but . . . if she's dead , why is he able to hold her ? mating bonds snap when one half dies. she doesn't feel dead -- she feels . . . different. changed. unreal. she's not sure she can even begin to explain this state of being.

@aueternus asked : ❝ I wonder if people look both ways before getting on my nerves . ❞ / loona @ beelzebub <333