♚ ↕ ✈ ✂
//because i am hella stress i’m just picking one of these. i am picking my Fav of the ideas i have
✂ — a vivid memory
Fire.
Smoke, creeping into his respirator down his throat into his lungs–his eyes sting even behind the goggles–there’s blood on the floor (his blood? the other’s?), on his shirt, on his hands. He can’t breathe. Someone is crying. A woman. Through the haze of panic, he calls out her name. Or he tries; his voice gives out in a hacking cough and he collapses to the floor.
Everything is burning. And he, he is burning most of all, a seething hatred roiling and flaring in his chest. The thief, the thief, the murderer–because he is sure, so sure that he will die here in the wreckage of his own creations, alone and unrecognized, bleeding and burning and hating without closure or vengeance. If he does not die, the ones who trust him will; he knows they will die for his sake, they will burn to drag him out of the inferno, and he hates the other so much more for hurting the ones in his care.
Another cough. Blood drips from his lips and onto the floor. He shakes. He will not die here. He will not die here. This is not how it ends. This is not how it ends.
