((bloodborne AU for rhys: same blog or side-blog?

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((bloodborne AU for rhys: same blog or side-blog?
((rhys bloodborne au))
Too many sounds to sort one from the other, each jumps and bleeds through interrupting and crashing from one to the next. Music loud in his ears muffles and gives way to loud laughter, the feeling of it caught in his chest, lights dancing throughout the wide open hall crowded with people, and he’s just looking for one.
where...
He looks down to find each footprint he makes, singed into the floor. The burn spreads with every step he takes, blackening the hard wood, and the laughter and the music only grow louder, only it stops being laughter.
someone is screaming.
c ome back to me !!!
He tries to call back, call for help, cry ‘here I am, I’m here, I’m here!’ but his voice is nothing against the cacophony in his ears and his arms are thrown out in front of him to try and grasp and he finds--
himself staring back, reflected in two ice blue eyes, widened with terror.
...
The young man jolts upright in the darkness, hand fumbling for the light that he almost knocks it over in his panic and the urgency to go and do something to-
to..
... it was another dream. Just another dream.
But this one, different the image stays with him. That pair of eyes, like they’re still there. Each time he closes his own.
who are you?
TIME IS RUNNING OUT EVERYONE WILL BE GONE BEFORE THE TRIPLETS ARE BORN YOU HAVE TO HURRY
GET EVERYTHING READY ON TIME AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS WILL LIVE
He’s running from one room to the next with a bundle of tools in his arms, and they’re dropping everywhere. Oh no, oh dear- oh-
There’s a pile of wood there that needs to become a crib, and another, and- another one? But the paint buckets have already been opened, and it’s the wrong shade and the strollers aren’t going to arrive on time.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT!
He’s going back and forth trying to decide what to do first, where to begin, if it’s all ready on time then everything will be fine and-
Magni’s eyes fly open to a darkened room. Quiet, and devoid of stripped paint and piles of tools and..
There’s still months to go.
But that doesn’t mean there’s any time to put things off, does it? He sits up, reaches for a pen and paper from his bedside table to quickly and quietly scribble out a to-do list for the next day.
There.
Bright lights streams into the room, and it’s flooded with day.
Wind sailing through long blades of grass and wildflowers, and he watches nimble fingers pluck a small flower from the earth. Perfect white petals, with pink at the center.
Somewhere that same flower is pressed flat in a book, and kept safe in Gabriel’s room.
But it’s also fresh.
It is always growing, always being pulled from the meadow, and always being handed to him by the bright eyed Asgardian, who is always loved.
All of it, always.
Something in the back of his mind.
Something forgotten.
‘ Don’t leave. ‘
The Midgardian’s brow scrunches, blinking at the other boy. “I’m not, I’m. Here, with you.”
‘Please, Gabriel.’
The trees in the distance blur together, the sky is growing dark again as the world bleeds into itself and falls away, his hand reaches out.
The voice shines like a brilliant golden thread to grasp between his hands to tether him here, to refuse to go.
‘ I would go anywhere with you. ‘
In the field, he grips the young warrior’s hand, he is holding tightly to the thread, hearing his voice-
And the boy, in the care of the healers, draws breath.
“Here,”
Gabe ducked his head, trying to get a look at the other’s work, to watch for himself how it was done. A puzzle in his mind he was trying to sort.
“You need to make sure the thin side is longer than the thicker side. So you loop it around,”
“-I don’t understand.”
“Over, inbetween, loop around again, and then through.”
“Josh.”
“You gotta pull to level and tighten it around your neck. And..”
Everything’s fraying at the edges, and Gabriel can see that it’s grown so dark outside. But that’s not right, because this is supposed to be early in the morning, but now he can’t see anything past the windows.
“Done.”
“What did I miss?” He asked, watches the guardian step back to survey his work.
“You look great.”
The younger man walks to the window, a hand smoothed over his neatly, properly tied tie. It’s dark, he doesn’t see anything.
“It’s dark.”
“You’re not breathing.”
Gabriel turned around at words that don’t fit into this moment, they’re not part of this scene.
“You need to breathe, Gabe.”
“ - I can’t,”
“Come on. You remember how to do this.”
His hand is held to the father’s chest, an exaggerated rise and fall, in for four, out for six, that he’s meant to follow, something to focus on.
inhale, exhale
inhale,
exhale,
and light begins to pour in from the windows, and he could begin to hear again, a muffled-
‘Gabriel. .’
‘... Please ‘
Please...
He’s never seen stars like this before. Growing up in the city.. but this is more than he would’ve seen, on a drive out to the country. Even the stars he’d seen in Ireland, the furthest he’d ever been from home at Moira’s country house. They couldn’t compare to this.
All the colors of the cosmos, swirling above, twinkling down on them.
It takes his breath away, until a voice beside him brings him back to the moment.
“..Huh?” He asked, a turn of his head.
“You look sad.”
Gabe watched the page sit up straighter, like he was embarrassed by his own observation and needed to explain.
“Forgive my boldness, I only meant.. I could not help but notice, whenever you talk about Midgard, your smile does not quite reach your eyes.”
Oh.
“Are you alright?”
“Rue, I think I’m..” He stared at him, opening his mouth and closing it again. Everything was.. faded at the edges, wearing away.
“I think I’m dying.”