those tags… WHY MUST YOU HURT US ALL LIKE THAT?!?! I WAS FINE AND HAPPY TONIGHT BEFORE THAT!!! NOW IM SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY
what about demonrry being able to feel the exact moment Nimbus and Onyx die because of their telepathic bond, and it causes him to stumble as they’re running away because he feels all their pain and hears their last words.
The scars on his chest feel like they’re being ripped into his body all over again as fresh wounds, but he chokes down a sob and forces himself back onto his feet, wiping at his drenched face desperately as a new wave of tears fights against the back of his eyes. His voice is a raw croak, tight with emotion. “We have to keep going.”
Y/N is by his side, her arm wrapping under his and around his torso, her enhanced strength supporting his weight securely. He probably would have crumbled to the ground again without her.
She hoists him steady, glancing behind them to make sure they’re not being followed. Her eyes reflect the light of a distant fire, which envelops the windows and balcony of their apartment several blocks down. The sound of sirens can be heard echoing from the street, their red and blue lights casting colors around the corner.
Y/N whips her gaze back down towards Harry, arguing in sheer disbelief at his decision. “Harry, we can’t just leave them—!”
“We can.” He states in a low mutter, his eyes flitting between black and their usual jade as he struggles to keep his composure. He screws them shut, a new flood of tears escaping in the process.
She watches them streak down his cheeks, which are blotchy and red in the dim lights of the street lamps. It’s as if his entire nervous system is being overwhelmed. As if he’s feeling too many things at once. As if he’s feeling more than just his own emotions at once…
The realization hits her like a knife to the chest, causing the blood in her veins to freeze over. She can’t control the strangled cry that emits from her collapsing chest.
“We can.” Harry reiterates with a firmer voice, but she can tell he’s barely keeping it together— it’s evident in the tremble running under his words.
She knows that the repetition of the phrase is his way of breaking the news, because he can’t find the heart to say it aloud directly— it’d feel too real. It’s his way of begging her not to push the subject further, or he might completely shatter. They don’t have the luxury of time on their side; they can’t mourn properly right now, given the circumstances. The best she can do is simply oblige and push forward.
Harry had made a plan for this years ago and had walked his girlfriend through it many times. She always joked about how paranoid he was, but as much as he hated dwelling on it, he had a looming suspicion it would come in handy one day.
He’d built a safe house of sorts in a secluded area, which took after their regular apartment and included an arsenal of supplies that could wait out an apocalypse. He’d guarded it with warding against both angels and demons, courtesy of a spell made of his own devising. He’d cloaked and concealed it with magic, as an extra layer of protection. They just had to make it to the portal he’d created in the city.
Harry had the power to summon and close it whenever, so he’d willed it into existence the second he sensed what was coming. He’d opened it far enough from their flat to avoid detection, but close enough to reach during an emergency. The route obviously takes longer on foot, but it’s not impossible. If he or Y/N were to use their magic in any way, they’d be tracked down in seconds. His car and motorcycle are easy targets to follow. It’s stealthier this way, especially at night when they can camouflage into the shadows.
Once they arrive, he can seal the shelter from the inside by completing the last line of spell glyphs with his blood, right across the entrance door that’s identical to the one in their real home. The place should hold them for a while.
“Make this worth it.”
Onyx and Nimbus’ last message rings inside Harry’s head, incapacitating his senses and giving him vertigo as he charges forward blindly, confiding in Y/N to guide them to their destination.
He’d heard their final words right before he felt their life forces be torn from his own; the bond of a hellhound to a demon, being severed permanently by what can only be one thing. The only way to cut such a profound tie.
Death's unique type of pain was also familiar to him, from his first interaction with it seven centuries ago. First it’s sharp and searing hot, overwhelming your whole being, then it drops to an invasive numb cold, like being boiled and then plunged into ice water. Then comes a feathery, lightheaded ache at the base of the skull, as if your very soul is detaching from where your mind is anchored to your body, and then it feels like you’re floating away, being carried off by a swift draft. Then nothing. Just a vast emptiness, so hollow and desolate it’s suffocating.
From his experience, he’s found no other form of pain that could possibly feel that deep and condemning. The sensation is one of kind, and therefore undeniable.
He lurches forward with newfound energy, gritting his teeth through the pounding in his head, tapping into his grief for fuel. He won’t let their sacrifice be in vain.
soft tumby. squishy man. but hes definitely muscular. built like a tree trunk but Him Soft
has some dark body hair on his tummy hehe
i see him being like an All American 3 sport high school athlete country boy. his apartment has like a garden and shit attached to it. he’d go hunting if he had the time for it.
when he’s not in uniform he’s in torn up jeans and boots and t-shirts, flannels, baseball caps, etc.
he has a 3 dogs! named rainbow ( a 3 legged golden retriever ), seven ( a shiba inu that looks like a toasted marshmallow ), and wishbone ( an OLD german shepherd who is Slow to get around ). yes its cheesy that they’re all named after lucky things, no he doesnt care.
he’s a trans man, bisexual w/ heavy preference for men!
had a wonderful home life with very loving parents who helped him transition!! he’s had top surgery.
i can honestly see him doing speeches at atlas academy graduation ceremonies and the like.
even though his job requires him to go in every day, he’s still always on call and could be called in at any point.
clover was a slacker in school when he was young, kind of a jerk and a selfish kid in academy. definitely your stereotypical jock, like i mentioned before. he intended on just relying on his semblance his whole life and never actually trying bc he had been so privileged in every other aspect of his life, he didn’t think he really needed to do much to succeed because of his luck. but then his mom, who was a huntress with a probability based semblance, died out in the field and it gave him a BIG wake up call. he suddenly realized... he wasn’t going to be able to ride his Special Semblance out all the way through his life. he knew his mother always gave it her all in her job, and even then, she failed. so it definitely made him realize he really had to apply himself. he was always an A-B student, but once he decided to actually try and apply himself, his potential went through the ROOF. he excelled and went on to become easily the best huntsman prospect in his class, and became a far more respectable, well-rounded person for it.
@legendcrown since you’re not going to post it , I’m just going to talk about how much ilu on the dash instead ^_^ ! Anyways I’m on mobile so hhhnhfg
BUGB!!!!!! YOU’RE LITERALLY SO TALENTED & wONDERFUL & SO INCREDIBLE ???!??!! I LOVE READING EVERY SINCE HC U HAVE FOR RALSEI & LOVE ALL THE DEPTH YOU PUT INTO RALSEI !!! AS WELL AS ALL THE WORLD BUILDING YOU’VE DONE & JUST !!!! TALKING TO YOU & PLOTTING & LISTENING TO YOUR IDEAS FOR RALSEI & THEYRE ALL VALID ( the mask is on thin ice , because I love & support u , but the mask still terrifies me ) ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU & I HOPE ALL OF TUMBLR KNOWS UR THE SUPERIOR RALSEI :/
he thought...a child of circumstance. an unfortunate happenstance that so many always fell into the habits of their parents. the eldest that watch over them. how familiar yet so desperately new. he wondered how much there was, he still wondered how much he could take. in the end, he wasn't chosen, no, so little of those with their parent's legacies plastered on their skin like brands would be, but he would be remembered.
a sacrifice that came with many. when the beautiful tomorrow came it would be a mercy to leave him in stone. yet how time passes and he wondered of those unique and saddened, which would be exceptions to the ultimate weapon? he wondered, would he?
( fleurladari )
[ what do you think? ; ACCEPTING ] // @fleurladari
