Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
It all happens so fast. One minute his forehead is pressed to her shimmering neck. Seconds later, not even before he can realize that Oceane had not recoiled from his touch, everything around them is spiraling, shifting, twisting. The canyon walls crumble and the earth beneath them shifts as Loess morphs, becomes something else. He knows where he is immediately, the black sands of the beach crunching under their hooves.
No, no this can’t be.
There stands Raaquel on it’s bone littered shore. A flaxen chestnut colt at her side (whole and innocent), a dark assassin walking towards them. He knows what’s going to happen next and even then he cannot pull his gaze away. Watches the blood spray from her head, hears the cry that dies in her throat. It’s still just as gruesome and heart wrenching as the day it had actually happened. No matter how many times this seems to happen, getting sucked into his memories either by his own volition or a Dark Gods whims, it never gets easier. Never stops making his glass heart feel a little heavier.
The memories flicker and play all around them. Kidnapped to the Dale. His lonely life and knowing family was right there but he could not reach them. The day he finally told Magnus who he was. There’s the brief moment of happiness, one of the rare ones, that peek out from the darker visions. It shows the Gates and it’s magic tree and then that tree is burning but he… He is trapped in the Mountain. In a cell.
His first encounter as one of Carnage’s playthings plays out like a movie. The taunting, the torture, the pain. He watches his fight with the bear, as it swipes out his eye. He sees himself die and then revived, as the Dark God breathes life back into his broken lungs. He sees himself kill his father. Sees his return back to the Gates, smoke and ash all around this broken stallion, bleeding and branded. The sudden rage of a bear losing control for the first time, the despair and anguish at what he had become, had been cursed with.
It shows the girl of glass and what could have been. The wish twists and bends, weaving the story of his life before them, a constant reel of film. It shows Ellyse, his first meeting with her and how illicit it had become within hours. It shows Dahmer and the gnawing feeling he had always had in the pit of his stomach. It shows a bear on the beach, happy and nervous finding out he was to be a father for the first time. It shows a one eyed man curled within the white wings of his lover, it shows the lover’s betrayal.
They are back beneath the Mountain. They are back in the cell. He cannot look away, not once, as his self awareness and sanity begin to fade before him. The way his heart visibly breaks. It shows the world that had been created for him, of all the what-if’s that could have been his life. It shows a mad bear on the dark beaches of Tephra, fighting with Ellyse, attacking Smoak, clawing at the X branded across his chest. It shows the moment he knew he was no longer fully himself, his heart stolen. Glass encased in the hollow wasteland of his breast.
He can barely breathe but Oceane stands by his side, her amber eyes wide and frightened. His face is contorted, hollow and haunted as much as he’s scared. His shoulder presses back into Oceane’s, an anchor in this hell that writhes around them.
And then it is over.
It is over and they stand, gasping and panting, hungover from the wild ride of his wish. He is trembling, his coat as dark as a tarnished penny from the sweat soaking through his skin. His stomach still churns as he finally looks to her. A huff of a laugh. “Well.. be careful what you wish for?” he manages weakly in his rough voice. There’s no humor in his tone though, his facial expression still haunted. His dark eye hollow and empty, gold flecks dim. The glass of his heart aching at its crack.
Ledger
@[Oceane]