“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Fierce squeezes Hylia’s hand. “I’m sure.”
“You’ll be sealed in a mask again.”
“I know.”
“Things might turn out the same.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know—“
“Sister,” he gives her a look. “Where is this wisdom you speak of?”
She snorts, which isn’t graceful in the slightest. “What about worry for my brother?”
It touches Fierce, even through the throbbing ache in his heart. He pulls her gently into a hug. “If I am to continue, I must do this.”
She sighs into his shoulder. Her bones are delicate as a bird’s wing under her dress. Hylia makes up for the petiteness in spirit.
“If you are ready,” another voice says.
Fierce turns and nods to Cia, who stands in front of the Gate of Souls.
“Remember, I won’t be sending you back in time. I’m rewinding it. You’ll have to do a lot of it again.”
“I understand.” A cascade of tiny choices led them to this ending. If he nudges it at the right moment, perhaps it can be avoided. That’s what he has to hope for, at least.
“Good luck,” Hylia whispers.
He nods but doesn’t look back. The gate swirls and spins, then reverses direction. The glow brightens until the room is washed out from it. At Cia’s signal, Fierce steps through the gate.
The feel of his wooden prison is both familiar and comforting. Yet Fierce has no way of knowing if it truly worked until someone puts the mask on.
He floats in the timeless limbo of the curse. His thoughts are not kind. And then—
A rush of magic. Fierce opens his eyes.
Wild grins up at him, bouncing on his toes. He’s full of life and energy; aura spilling wildly and nestling into his. He makes room for it automatically and a little tension seeps out of his chest. This is familiar.
“Fierce! I’ve missed you!”
The deity smiles down at the Cub and gives in to the urge to pull him into a hug. Wild is the first flower breaking through the snow. He’s a spring fawn, taking its first step. He’s a fox kit, nipping at the tail of its packmate. He’s the birth of a star, shining with possibilities.
“Hello, little Cub.”
This time, he’ll do it right.
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Zevwarden week day 7: Family, Lost and Found
They knew this wasn't going to last long. They knew better than to plan for a long run. Yet still they planned. Two weddings, countless trips around Thedas, a little house on the antivan coast, a dog, a cat, children, perhaps? A garden with a big rosebush and a small, stone grave underneath, and maybe a plaque, if they really insist.
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idk if it's too late, darling, but trick or treat?
I'll make an exception for you, my love.
Trick!
More vamp!Kim. He wants to bite (Chay's a little into it).
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