[vampires smp ep 4 spoilers]
[tw- almost self drowning (accidental)]
Avid slides his bruised body into the bath, letting the fire warmed water wash over him. He leans his head back, taking in a shaky breath.
He lets his hand fall into the water before running it through his hair, pulling out a stray leaf.
"Shelby... Oh, Shelby..." He breathes, the cold air in the house burning his throat. "Please come home... Plea-" he abruptly starts to cough, darting forwards, doubling over. The tears that were welling up in his eyes starting to fall.
Avid leans back after the small coughing fit subsides, sniffling softly.
"it's my fault... I scared you away- I-... Damn" he holds back fowler language, his head falling back.
His skin starts to tingle. He'd left the water buckets over the fire too long, the baths too hot. He glances at his legs, his head falling to the side, seeing his knees turning a bright red.
Avid sighs heavily, sliding further down. He slides his torso under the water, then his head, keeping just his face above it.
"please come home..." He mutters to the sky, a prayer, a wish, what ever it was it stung his mouth, leaving bumps in his throat, the words like blood bubbling up, clogging his airways as he chokes on soft sobs.
Avid takes a deep shaky breath before plunging his head under the water, holding his eyes closed tightly, his tears feeling like nothing to the burning water around him.
His arms brace him, keeping his body submerged, pressed against the wood floor of the tub.
Calm washes over him and... he finds himself back home... Face to face with his partner. She stands at the door, her eyes crimson, a stark contrast to their usual hazel colour that shimmer like honey in the light yet are deep and rich in the shadow.
She holds out a hand, Blood flowing slowly from two puncture wounds.
Avid stands there, not moving. He doesn't speak, he doesn't move, he just... Watches.
Watches as she steps towards him.
Watches her eyes cloud with hunger.
Watches her leap towards him, flashing large fangs.
Then the water rushes over him, his lungs screaming.
Just a little longer. I need to see her face just a little longer.
Lying there, unmoving, a wooden stake dug through her chest, tears still in her eyes. But they're clear now, staring up at Avid, fear flooding her face. She chokes on blood bubbling in her throat, her hand grabbing at the stake in her heart. She looks up at Avid, then at the papers on his desk, the research, the tools, the potions ... The cure.
A bitter taste floods Avid's mouth. The cure. He was so close... They were so close...
Then a dark wave washes over Avid, his mind turning a blank. He can't... Can't focus on... Her... Shelby... Drift...
Avid's weakening body is wrenched out of the water, the cold air rushing over him.
He gasps for air he didn't know he needed, his lungs filling with the freezing air before he starts to cough and splutter, a voice that's been calling him finally reaching his ears.
"AVID!" drift yells, worry and fear coating her voice.
Avid feels two cold hands on his body, one on his back, one on his chest.
Then another pair, one on hand on his chest, the other gently cupping his cheek.
He doesn't hear their words, they fall on death ears. He doesn't care to think what they're asking, what they're yelling, all that consumes his body is the need for air as a coughing fit takes over once again. All that consumes his mind is... her. He can't do this again. He won't let her down again. He will get Shelby home.
I'm forcing my coughing fits onto avid, if I'm suffering so is he. And if Shelby doesn't come home I'm putting my angst writing skills to good use just you wait.
This is supposed to be a stand alone scene but feel free to add on as a different character if you want to!]
