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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

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Skill:

She waited for him, her dark features illuminated by the blue light of a cracking earth. The azure decay glowed against her skin, yellow eyes glimmering green in the distorted, otherworldly light. There was a coldness that lingered against her skin, settling deep in her bones. Perhaps it was discomfort — perhaps it was fear.

She'd thought about her own death before, but none of those scenarios were quite like this.

In her dreams, her own death was often swift, brought about by her own mistakes. Her death was often deserved, crafted by her own disasters and swathed in her own misery. Her death was only ever hers, not in amass as it were now. Never, ever, would she wish death upon her family. Her friends.

Shiloh.

He appeared at her side, and he was fire against her skin as he drew himself into her. His presence was a familiar comfort, one that pulled her near without question. A soft exhalation pressed past her lips as her shoulder fell into his own, head leaning into his neck as he made himself a readily available crutch.

He would speak, his words booming, rumbling like the thunder.

Confident. Knowing.

She felt the way it fractured her.

This would be easy for him, wouldn't it?

Shiloh explained his own experience with death, and she could only fracture further, knowing how useless she was. Knowing how much death she'd experienced, and yet, had so little experience with it herself. And she would shrink, feeling herself grow smaller in his gaze.

Silence flickered.

It flashed. As bright as lightning.

I ... I've never ... she would start, quaking against his skin as she moved her head away from him and drew it nearer to her own bosom. I've never died before. The admission was a soft ache, a fear that blossomed from the deepest pits of her insecurities.

She knew it. The way that death impacted the living. She knew it deeply, for she felt it daily. Even with Shiloh returning, she still broke knowing the way she was without him. She had been destroyed by the loss of him. It had changed her. Violently. Unforgivingly.

Would her own absence leave such a gap? Or were they better off eaten by an angry world?

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