Angst time! #15 “Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.” - Day to Evory
The rush of heat and the stink of sulfur were too familiar. Day had felt this before and seen it happen too many times. The King of the Fae – not a fairy at all, but something tall and dark and ancient, something with a small smirk on its beautiful, sharply scaled face – did not like being refused. Day knew as well that Evory’s stubbornness exceeded wisdom, and that her shield and armor wouldn’t defend her against this cursed breath. At the very first touch of that terrible air, almsot able to see it blowing past Evory, Day rushed forward.
By the time she got there, Evory was already gasping on her knees. If Day could just get Evory out of this air, but she was so heavy, or Day was so weak. No, Day was already breathing that same air. Arms locked around Evory, feeling how her skin and muscle thinned so quickly close to the bone, Day’s strength failed and her legs kicked out helplessly. She fell over Evory, held her tight, found that they were already so thin that they were almost bone to bone.
Desperation didn’t help. Breathing might even have made it worse, made them rot from the inside as well as the outside, but Day tried so hard to tell Evory to keep breathing, that things would be okay once the King had made his point. But all Day could manage was, “Keep,” as she hung from Evory’s shoulders. They struggled there together, one dwindling body propped against another, until there was nothing left of them to hold shape.
