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And then Beyza is there beside him and things are bleak here but looking at her is still so much like looking directly into the sun. He does not have time to greet her, he does not have the opportunity to speak, to test his voice on this side of death. There is no death rattle in his chest, there is no rasping in his throat because he does not draw breath. Would the voice reflect that or would it be just as thin as it had ever been?
Carnage speaks to them, injecting the words directly into their psyches. And Jamie tilts his peculiar head as he listens. If there were a heart -- if there had ever been a heart -- it would have leapt at the mention of fog. He turns those big yellow eyes down the beach and sees it and he can taste the relief on his tongue. It swells to fill his ink-black mouth. It consumes him so thoroughly that he forgets to heed Carnage’s warning.
He looks to Beyza then and nods. “After you,” he murmurs and the voice is clear. Strong. There is neither tremor nor rasp when he falls into step beside her. Into his beloved fog. He bounds into it like a child, lets it wrap itself sweetly around his legs. Lets it creep up over his back, caress his neck, kiss his cheek so tenderly. How it gives him strength, his beloved fog.
Until his fog becomes a thing with teeth and a vicious bite. He slows almost immediately as it consumes him. And he watches as Beyza moves deeper into it, seemingly unaffected by it, until she disappears altogether. He cannot call after her with the way the fog wraps itself tight around his mouth, closes it. Try as he might, he cannot open it. He cannot cry out for help.
It seeps through his soft edges. He summons all of his strength -- rapidly declining with the pain that creeps through him, so familiar that even this feels like coming home -- and tries to command the fog to leave him. But it only wraps itself tighter around him. Binding him, rooting him in place. The pain of it makes his vision strobe, takes him to his knees. It robs him of his strength so completely that he cannot even thrash against it.
How desperately he tries to gather what remains and summons a portal of shadow, something to deliver him from this hell to his destination on the other side. He staggers to his feet, lurching toward the portal’s yawning mouth, while the pain compounds. If he had cheeks, surely they would run wet with tears. But he cannot think beyond the pain or the roaring in his otherwise empty head. And he steps through the portal only to find himself back where he’d started. On the wrong edge of the fog.
But he is not restored. The pain is blinding, all-consuming. He remembers, in some abstract way, the way the dark god had laughed. What was it going to do, kill them? And buoyed by the understanding that he is already dead, he plunges back into the fog. The pain is so profound and the noise so deafening that he is certain that there is death on the other side of death and that he will be the first to find it.
He sees Beyza through the fog, glowing brilliant and he follows her like a beacon. Surely she will take the pain away, she’d done so before. He lurches and staggers and certainly would have cried out if the fog had not silenced him so completely. He reaches her and she looks at him, speaks to him, but he is powerless to answer. And nothing she’s saying is making any sense anyway. But he follows her still, each step agony.
He is certain that he will have disintegrated by the time they make it through. He is certain that the pain and the noise will have driven him mad when they reach the edge. But they finally arrive at the cliff’s edge and the pain melts away as soon as they step clear of the fog. He sucks in a sharp breath purely for the effect it has on his pounding head, simply to prove that he can, maybe. He is dead, but he has not died a second, more painful death.
He squints against the sound, freakish eyes narrowed in concentration when he looks to Beyza and shakes his peculiar head. He hesitates only a second before he tries to call upon his fog but nothing comes. Not even the fog at their backs stirs to lick at his heels.
</p> <p class="jamie_quotetwo">you need a villain, give me a name</p> </div> <div class="jamie_name">Jamie</div> <img class="jamie_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqzM21cj/jamie1.png"> </div> </center>
And then Beyza is there beside him and things are bleak here but looking at her is still so much like looking directly into the sun. He does not have time to greet her, he does not have the opportunity to speak, to test his voice on this side of death. There is no death rattle in his chest, there is no rasping in his throat because he does not draw breath. Would the voice reflect that or would it be just as thin as it had ever been?
Carnage speaks to them, injecting the words directly into their psyches. And Jamie tilts his peculiar head as he listens. If there were a heart -- if there had ever been a heart -- it would have leapt at the mention of fog. He turns those big yellow eyes down the beach and sees it and he can taste the relief on his tongue. It swells to fill his ink-black mouth. It consumes him so thoroughly that he forgets to heed Carnage’s warning.
He looks to Beyza then and nods. “After you,” he murmurs and the voice is clear. Strong. There is neither tremor nor rasp when he falls into step beside her. Into his beloved fog. He bounds into it like a child, lets it wrap itself sweetly around his legs. Lets it creep up over his back, caress his neck, kiss his cheek so tenderly. How it gives him strength, his beloved fog.
Until his fog becomes a thing with teeth and a vicious bite. He slows almost immediately as it consumes him. And he watches as Beyza moves deeper into it, seemingly unaffected by it, until she disappears altogether. He cannot call after her with the way the fog wraps itself tight around his mouth, closes it. Try as he might, he cannot open it. He cannot cry out for help.
It seeps through his soft edges. He summons all of his strength -- rapidly declining with the pain that creeps through him, so familiar that even this feels like coming home -- and tries to command the fog to leave him. But it only wraps itself tighter around him. Binding him, rooting him in place. The pain of it makes his vision strobe, takes him to his knees. It robs him of his strength so completely that he cannot even thrash against it.
How desperately he tries to gather what remains and summons a portal of shadow, something to deliver him from this hell to his destination on the other side. He staggers to his feet, lurching toward the portal’s yawning mouth, while the pain compounds. If he had cheeks, surely they would run wet with tears. But he cannot think beyond the pain or the roaring in his otherwise empty head. And he steps through the portal only to find himself back where he’d started. On the wrong edge of the fog.
But he is not restored. The pain is blinding, all-consuming. He remembers, in some abstract way, the way the dark god had laughed. What was it going to do, kill them? And buoyed by the understanding that he is already dead, he plunges back into the fog. The pain is so profound and the noise so deafening that he is certain that there is death on the other side of death and that he will be the first to find it.
He sees Beyza through the fog, glowing brilliant and he follows her like a beacon. Surely she will take the pain away, she’d done so before. He lurches and staggers and certainly would have cried out if the fog had not silenced him so completely. He reaches her and she looks at him, speaks to him, but he is powerless to answer. And nothing she’s saying is making any sense anyway. But he follows her still, each step agony.
He is certain that he will have disintegrated by the time they make it through. He is certain that the pain and the noise will have driven him mad when they reach the edge. But they finally arrive at the cliff’s edge and the pain melts away as soon as they step clear of the fog. He sucks in a sharp breath purely for the effect it has on his pounding head, simply to prove that he can, maybe. He is dead, but he has not died a second, more painful death.
He squints against the sound, freakish eyes narrowed in concentration when he looks to Beyza and shakes his peculiar head. He hesitates only a second before he tries to call upon his fog but nothing comes. Not even the fog at their backs stirs to lick at his heels.
</p> <p class="jamie_quotetwo">you need a villain, give me a name</p> </div> <div class="jamie_name">Jamie</div> <img class="jamie_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqzM21cj/jamie1.png"> </div> </center>