Boop Boop I feel like shit so I wrote this, turns into smut at the end
He has seen blood before, more than any faie his age should have. But he has seen it, his own and others, staining hands, clothes and blades, its smell familiar to him by now.
But this blood burns.
It feels as though it’s his own heart’s blood as it runs down his fisted fingers, in the gaps between them and down his wrists, the pain is so unbearable. The way it seems to scorch his skin, the sickening, too fast throb of agony inside him, the tension in his throat as he screams endlessly, it could be his own life blood leaking out in a slow, implacable stream.
And by Aura, he wishes it was.
But he is whole, though he knows he shouldn’t be, he tried damn hard to change that. Whole but not unbroken. His mind still frantically searches for ways out he knows are hopeless, he can see with his own eyes where the arrows have struck and how deep they’ve sunk, he knows the sharp, cruel slave catchers’ points that are buried deep in the flesh and will shred everything in their path if removed. He knows there is no hope but still his mind searches, only to drive the agony deeper.
Because there is nothing to be done but cling on as if that will do anything to keep a soul in its place, scream and hurt and watch as his love dies in his arms.
And to think the whole time it was meant to be me…
Aura, why couldn’t it have been me…
“Seregil? Shh, love, shh, it’s all well, it’s just a dream…”
His eyes snapped open but he wasn’t seeing, his hands moving when he hadn’t asked them to. Old screams were caught in his throat, old tears on his cheeks and his heart was hammering so hard he felt he might vomit. All he saw was that Palmarian plain and Alec’s blood staining it’s grass.