(Continuation of the last open fantasy post but I'm still mobile so apologies)
That was the first thing Katsuki became awareness as he stirred. His entire body felt strange, cold even. He twitched his fingers, trying to summon enough heat to raise his body temperature but...nothing.
His eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up, sending a hissing Hellspawn off of his chest and onto his legs. Memories of the night before slammed into him and he gasped, suddenly aware of the pain his movement had caused.
He'd been stabbed and there had been something on the sword. Something that had affected his magic.
Katsuki slumped back down, rubbing at his face as if that could quell the incoming headache. Probably from whatever they'd given him.
What a waste of resources. It wasn't like he was any good to them like this. Couldn't fight, couldn't use magic...couldn't use any magic. He couldn't even feel the telepathic links he had with Eri or Hono.
As much as he'd hated his magic before, the damage it had done...it had always been there. Now he felt so cold, useless...alone.
What the fuck was he going to do now?
