DATE & TIME: may 18th, 11:38pm LOCATION: library, the lair STATUS: closed for @dvikonrvse
what he needs: an escape.
it is almost strange to consider, given how he had spent his life rooted in the council; irony for how he was the first to leave in first lives, and now first to stay in ones too late.
(perhaps the last one, he does not say)
it is not too far off from expectations, given how he was known to be a crumbling thing. pieces of him are to be littered in corners where smoke is a little bit easier to breathe, and this is his -
the library is in a disarray. the echoes of the loud sobs from emperors usually so stone-faced still ring loud, and the air is too heavy on chests; feel it pushing down on sternums, makes him swallow thickly as he looks between shelves for familiar figures nestled in between the pages.
find him in corners of his own instead, and this - fire is easy to swallow now, but what seems to be burning his throat is something of a different kind, and kian can’t quite name the way it seems to catch onto veins, tracing through systems.
“ziyu, are - what’s happening?” to you, to me? he takes a careful step closer, hesitating. “are you hurt - why - “
(he’s choking on fire now, and it’s not his anymore)