“Put me down, I can walk!”
How dreadful.
A shiver runs through his body, his arms still tightly gripping his beloved. Fire in both his palms, but the rest of his bones frozen like ice. Abel had fallen, his leg twisted so uncomfortably, there had been no way he could have gone on. Things were bad and only getting more dire as the seconds ticked by.
Setting Abel on to his feet per his request (and his uncontrollable squriming), Ambrós was surprised to see him standing there. He hadn't been able to put weight on it moments prior.
Ears perking, the elf looked behind himself. Demons drawing closer, anxiety knotted his chest.
"We gotta go, Abel, c'mon-" He started again, pulling on Abel's wrist. The other did not move.
Asan.
"Abel! Come on!" He pulled again. He would not move.
Uan.
"Abel!!" He was becoming frantic. But still, he would not move.
Han.
"Please, we cannae stay here!" He was still like a statue, watching as the vile creatures closed in, faster and faster.
Noa.
An attempt to pick him up once more, to no avail. The ground beneath his feet began to crack and fall apart. The panic in Ambrós got worse.
No.
He couldn't breathe, Abel would not face him. It seemed like he had been so fixated on the demons, the rest of the world didnt mean a thing.
Va.
Were his eyes playing tricks on him? The world seemed to be growing darker. More grey. The air was too thick, his body felt heavy. The cracks beneath Abel were growing further and further out, the ground falling. Virescent lights poured through like that in his own palm.
Ny.
"Abel please, I'm beggin'... C-C'mon..." Salty tears found their way into his golden eyes. His hand grew hot. The mark spread up his forearm. His world was falling to pieces just as the ground beneath his feet.
Tan.
The fog that seemed to follow disgusting fade creatures rolled in. They were not far any longer. The world was grey, the only notable colour that disgusting green that followed him everywhere. It began to engulf him, his arm getting hotter and hotter. He felt it burning to his very core, the Fade itself trying to force a way out of him.
Ta.
Abel had no colour left in him. He was placid, simply allowing his life to drain through the ground. Surrounded by that unholy glow. Ambrós watched as he began to crack. He was literally breaking into pieces. The demons and darkspawn had closed in. Ambrós was frozen by flames. Helpless. Unmoving.
Abel was closed in. Wicked hands began pulling at his body. They got him to move. Pulling him closer and closer to a crevace in the ground. Why did he go forward? Why did he not move when Ambrós tried to bring him away. He could have prevented it. He could have saved him.
As he moved further away, the elf tried to find his voice. One last call to bring him away. But it was too late. The only thing he could do was will his eyes shut. The colour was gone from his vision. The happiness in his world had disappeared. The Fade had stolen everything.
Sa.
Eyes opening nearly as quickly as they shut, the elf took a sharp breath. Colour. Fingers brushed through his hair, smoothing over the rougher edges of his face. Abel. He was okay.
Closing his eyes once more, Ambrós nestled close, finding comfort in the other's hum as he read to himself. Just in time to miss the other's glance. Red eyes and a smile like the devil.
Zero.
