Whumptober 11: Drowned
Was he... dreaming?
All of this felt fake and unreal to him. The ringing in his ears comforted him as he felt himself crash into the ocean below him, sinking deep in the cold rush below. He should be enraged with Marvin, hating every minute of his breathing and living time, but how come his last thoughts, his last moments alive, is of him?
Anti should hate him and kill him in the most slowest way possible, but all he can see is the bright green and blue eyes in the dark under the star littered sky. His scars across his skin were a map of different stars and stories. Marvin's voice would fill his ears like a forgotten lullaby, and Anti always loved how perfect Marvin fitted in his arms so nice and snug. Even as they fought and tried to kill each other, fighting fire with fire, his wings fighting the deathly hands of the cat. He tried and tried, but Marvin fell deeper and deeper into the darker magic.
Even though Marvin cut his wings off and pushed him off a cliff, Anti's last thoughts were back to a July night in the midsummer's heat. He'll never forget the full moon on Marvin's skin, and he'll never forget what happened between them. Was it love or lust? At this point, it was a line in the sand that Anti couldn't tell.
He back hit the watery grave and sand, but his eyes never left the surface above. Air bubbles from his lips rolled so smooth and easily that he couldn't tell if it was a trick or a lie. When the cold water filled his lungs, letting go was the easiest as his eyes started to close...
... he coughed violently as he rolled to the side, coughing up water and ink. Anti's damp clothing was cold and stuck to his skin like the sand under him. Confused and dazed, he looked around to find someone sitting next to him. Blood dripped from his chest and arms from their fight, but Marvin looked as if he was in a dazed dream. He breathed heavily as he coughed, his icy blue eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Help me?"
Anti's head shot up at him. Marvin's voice was back--it sounded like him for the first time. "Marvin--?"
"Please, Anthony?" He hasn't used his name in years. "Help me. I don't-don't want to lose control." Anti could hear the struggle in his voice straining. "I-I don't want to lose. Please--"
"Who has you under control?" Anti sat up from his spot, his blue eyes a glassy yet soft look. "Marvin--?"
"Him... it's always been him."
"Who?" Marvin bit his lip nervously as if the fallen angel won't believe him. "Marvin," Marvin felt two hands cuffing his face. "Who has you under control?"
Marvin found himself leaning into his touch, closing his eyes like Anti did in the water. "It's-it's --"
He stopped as he lurched forward, blood spitting out of his lips on Anti's skin, falling into his chest. Wildly, he looked around to see who was with them, but there was only him and the sea. As if it was magic, his ripped wings were back and larger than the last. He looked down at Marvin's purple and blue magic fading, growing back his wings. As he felt them, they shielded around them, making a dome. He held Marvin close and turned him on his back, letting his head rest against his shoulder.
"Marvin!" He held him protectively as thick blood fell from his lips and heavily from his eyes. "Hey, stay with me!"
"The... master is... here..." Marvin's voice was broken and tore as his eyes looked blankly at the stars above them. "He... knows... and saw... everything..."
"Marvin, please tell me! Tell me who's doing this to you!" Anti could feel hundreds of eyes on him all at once. "Let me help you!"
"My master... his... his puppet," Anti felt his stomach turning, "I'm his pup-puppet."
Anti couldn't wait as he pushed up from the sand, flying up from the sand, kicking up dust like stars and water in a twisted and mixed dance.
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The name of the game has changed. A twisted fate in fallen snow. Who do you trust? Who should you trust?
Fallen Angel Part 2: The Snowy Fire
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