#transfixedsouls

“Sometimes.. yeah.. Why? Did something happen?” Pausing a moment he frowned unsure if they were okay or not. “Are you alright?” Now he was worried.

  “Good thing I knew where the old Fan Master vacation house was...” Anise mutters to herself as she glances outside the window. Daath sometimes gets crazy weather during mid Ifrit Redecan, but a blizzard like this is rare. Now breathing into her hands Anise turns away from the window to look over at Sync.

     “Oh! You got the fire started!” She cheers happily. This old house is full cracks and leaks, so she was worried the fire wood would be to wet to use. Now if she remember correctly some of the order knights have stocked rations and spare uniforms somewhere in the basements.

      “Do you have a thin log I can use for light? I am going to check the basements for supplies.”

“Maybe learn to use another fonon and you could have done it yourself.” A roll of the eyes as he keeps himself near the firs for a moment. His chest was cold, but it was slowly easing up. A shift as he looked back before shrugging his shoulders. “The third to dry it out and the fifth to set it ablaze.” 

Standing to his feet, he went to look outside. It’d be suicide to attempt to return to Daath under these conditions. Getting lost would be easy and if exposure didn’t kill them, the monsters would. It was just a shame that he had been stuck in such horrible weather with the Fon Master Guardian. 

Mess with a grouchy trash boy ❣️

“Let me leave, brat. Or I will make your skull cave in.” He was absolutely uncomfortable as the fon master guardian latches onto his arm. Muscles tensing and ready to be used to fight. He’ll never understand why the hell she was so damn clingy with him. Despite how weak he thought of her, her grip was like a bear trap digging in his arm. He’s almost tempted to cut it off but that’d make him useless. A huff as he looked down at her. What could have been gentle green eyes were cold with anger. 

“I’ll give you what you want, brat. But I dare you to think of Ion.” He almost sneers as he yanks roughly, more than what was absolutely necessary, on her wrist. Fingers curled tightly with the intent on causing pain and bruises as he shoved her harshly into the frame of the door, pinning her wrist with his hand. b

Sync makes it quick, pressing their lips together harshly, biting down on the girl’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood before he pulls away. Stuffing his hand in his pocket her looks down on her, a grin adorning his lips. 

“Of course I do. The score would be gone and we’d all be fucking dead. I’d be free from this wretched life. It’d be amazing.”  A true freedom from this wretched world and his revenge complete as well. He would have done something, gave his pathetic existence an ounce of meaning. But wishes don’t come true and he was forever damned to suffer till the day death finally stopped avoiding him.