So I wrote a somewhat short thing for Domovi and Sikori’s relationship and Sikori’s death that lead to her being a Rainbowdrinker. I’ll put it under the cut, sorry to mobile users.
Content warnings: breakups, blood, murder
Their relationship had always been confusing for them. They both knew that they loved each other, but in what capacity was debateable to say the least.
They were friends from a young age, she was there when he discovered his psionics, he encouraged her when she decided that she wanted to be a model. While they were good friends, Domovi had developed a crush on Sikori, he didn’t want to make things weird for her though. However, the night she realized she felt the same she asked him as soon as she saw him. He said yes.
As they got older Domovi started a business, he was a fixer. His clientele was mainly highbloods in the public eye, he would make sure whatever reputation you wanted out there would stay that way. Sikori became a model, a popular one with a big online presence. She developed bad habits, drinking, staying out well past sunrise, pitch flirting with trolls she barely met, and others that one might develop for unhealthy coping mechanisms for stress.
At first Domovi would quietly take care of her image. Delete a photo here, bribe the press there, but it was starting to interfere with his performance at work. He was ignoring clients to help her. He became more vocal about it, expressed some concern, she would listen for about a week or two before falling back on old habits.
He started to lecture her more, she would brush it off. After all he wasn’t her moirail and she felt fine, “You worry too much Domovi.” she would say giving him a kiss before leaving the office.
She’s right… I do worry more than I should.
But then why doesn’t that make me feel better about this?
He kept his concerns to himself for a while, but her escapades didn’t stop. Was she getting more reckless? Or was he just noticing it more? The more he tried to keep his concerns to himself the more he flipped pale on her. They started arguing about it, but the more they argued the more they started sounding like they were reading from a script.
“You’re my matesprit not my moirail, I don’t need you to fix me!” She said in frustration
“Sikori you don’t know how much I clean up after you.” He sounded calm but she could hear the bite in his voice.
“Oh I’m well aware…” She crossed her arms.
“What do you want from me Sikori?” He sighed.
“Not this! I want you to trust me to make my own decisions, cleaning up my mess isn’t helping me, and it’s not your job.” She said, a bit hasher than she intended. But that’s how this conversation always ends.
“You make it really hard to ignore your self destruction.” Wait what am I saying?
“That’s… That’s not my problem.” Sikori says taken off guard.
“Actually I think it is. You say you don’t want me fixing things, yet you make no attempt to change.” He pauses. “I can’t just sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”
Sikori didn’t say anything, she was too shocked. They sat in uncomfortable silence, staring each other down. Both unwilling to relent, to say something that could change everything.
“Maybe…” Domovi broke the silence, “Maybe we’re just too different from we were before.”
She could hear something in his voice, sadness? No. Defeat.
“Domovi…” she didn’t know how to respond.
“I love you…” He said
“I love you t-” He cut her off.
“But. I can’t do this anymore.” He looked away.
“What… What are you saying Domovi?” She didn’t want to hear the answer.
He ran a hand through his hair, not wanting to give the answer.
“I can’t keep fixing things for you, you’ve made it clear that you don’t want that from me. But I can’t sit by and watch you ruin all you have made for yourself.” He walked to the window and looked at the city below. He couldn’t look at her. Not now.
Tears ran down her face silently as she grabbed her coat. She headed to the door and opened it, turning to look at him. He was still not looking at her, his face reflected in the window, stoic. She leaves, closing the door quietly behind her. He sat down at his desk and stared down at it for a few minutes before putting his face in his hands and he cried.
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After work he headed home, it felt like an eternity getting there. He kept playing over the conversation in his head. Then he was trying to pinpoint the exact moment that lead to all of this. He couldn’t figure it out if he was being honest.
Eventually he made it back to his hive. He walked into his study, something was not right. The window was open, curtains billowing in the light breeze. Before he can process a light in the corner gets turned on.
“Domovi Oorisk. I’m glad you can join us.” A sleazy looking tealblood was sitting in his chair, Domovi recognized him, he was a lackey for an ex client. But he wasn’t alone, at his feet he had a bound and gagged Sikori.
Domovi’s face hardened, his psionics kicked in instinctually, making him more intimidating. Or at least that’s what was supposed to happen.
The tealblood started laughing.
“Hmm seems like we were right about your abilities.” He taped something metal on the side of his face. Whatever it was it interfered with Domovi’s power.
“What do you want?” Domovi said clenching his fists.
“Me? Oh I don’t want anything. My boss however, she’s very upset with you. She doesn’t understand why you would drop her.” He looked at domovi with the smuggest look.
“It was just a business decision. She was eating up to many resources, and was trying to talk down the price of her contract.”
“See that’s not how she sees it. She took it very personally.” His expression went cold. “I’m here to send you a message about how personally.”
Before Domovi could react he grabbed Sikori by the hair pulling her up to look at him and dragged a concealed knife across her throat. He tossed her to the side and wiped the jade from his knife on the arm of the chair. Shock settled on Domovi’s face, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be actually happening. It couldn’t be real.
But it was.
And it did.
Emotions flooded Domovi, he barely heard the teal laughing, he barely registered anything. He dropped to his knees holding his head in his hands he screamed. His emotions feeding into his psionics and they flared up. He couldn’t control it, all he could do was scream, in rage, in pain, it was too much but they kept growing in intensity.
The tealblood stopped laughing, he started choking, the air was getting too thick to breath. He was told Domovi’s psionics were all telepathic, they weren’t supposed to manifest physically. He was not prepared for this! Suddenly he clutched the side of his head in pain, the interference device had been overloaded.He looked at Domovi in fear, his fear was being amplified. He felt like his head was going to explode. He knew, he was going to die.
Domovi stood up. He walked over to the now paralyzed tealblood. He leaned in taking the knife from him. He drove the knife into his chest, over and, over and, over. He screamed with each plunge of the knife. He kept stabbing and stabbing, tears running down his face, until he dissolved into sobs. He crumpled to the ground losing grip on the knife still in the teal’s chest.
Domovi looked over to Sikori’s lifeless body. He crawls over to her and pulls her into his lap holding her. He was breathing raggedly as he looked down at her. His hand went to her throat to futilely stop the bleeding. She was dead.
This is really how it ends…
But then he realized, Sikori is a jadeblood, maybe…
“Come on Sikori!” he begged “Come back to me… please.”
He shook her a little and patted her face. He started crying and rocking her, repeatedly saying “Please.” But she didn’t move, it seemed like she wasn’t coming back.
No.
He couldn’t let this happen.
He stood and picked her up as gently as he could. He brought her to his car and laid her down in the back seat. He heard rumor of a few necromancers in town. One of which was nearby.
He was going to fix this.
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He drove like a mad man, barely paying attention to traffic lights, the sun was coming up so no one was on the road to get in his way. He parked haphazardly in the front yard and took Sikori and hurried to the front door. He banged on the door while trying not to drop Sikori.
Eventually the oliveblood answered the door in a huff.
“What the hell d-” they cut themselves off as they took in the scene. “Wha-”
“Save her!” Domovi commanded, his psionics kicking in again in his desperation, if they wouldn’t help he would make them.
“I…” they look from Domovi to Sikori, fear in their eyes, “I can’t…”
“What do you mean you can’t? You’re a necromancer aren’t you? Save her!” Domovi pushed into the olive’s hive.
They backed up as they raised their hands in defense. Their voice trembled as they spoke.
“I am… I don’t have much success with full resurrections. I won’t be able to save her, her body will still rot.” they backed up against the wall, too fearful to flee.
“You have to… I can’t lose her… not like this.” He sinks to the ground cradling her.
The scene is frozen like that for what seemed like forever. Domovi was holding back more tears, unwilling to breakdown more in front of this stranger. He brushes a hair out of her face, tears starting to roll down his face despite himself.
“I’m so sorry Sikori.” he kissed her forehead and buried his face into her.
“What the hell?”
Domovi looked up at the oliveblood then looked at Sikori. Her hand was twitching.
“Sikori?”
She took in a deep ragged breath.
“Domovi?” Her skin was going pale.
“Shh it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He smoothed out her hair and held her head. “Let’s get you fixed up. Okay?”
She nodded weakly as she closed her eyes.
He snapped back to the olive. “Bandages. Now.”
The oliveblood quickly scrambled up the stairs to get them. As they did he turned back to Sikori. She was breathing, she survived. She came back. All Domovi could think in that moment was this would never happen again.
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