from @fedyur
like a candle, unceremoniously snuffed out, so does the light vanish from fedyor’s eyes.
he refuses to see ivan’s body, doesn’t want the memory of that image burned into his brain. he believes the healers responsible for gathering the dead - it is him. they have no reason to lie to him - fedyor knows the truth. he can’t feel it anymore.
ivan’s heartbeat.
it’s as if his own heart has ceased to beat as well, the space in his chest a gaping, cavernous hole, before the universe decides it needs filled and packs it full of grief - of anger - of quiet, tearless sadness.
he’s different now, harder, colder. nothing like the fedyor of years past. he follows the darkling’s orders without hesitation, hellbent on retribution, revenge for his lost love.
he is ruthless. a killer.
in children’s stories and ravkan folktales, when one loses their soulmate, a piece of their heart dies too - a young fedyor would have never guessed the truth could be much, much worse.
my muse is dead and tbh? so am i with this one.
