death by a thousand cuts | will v nakom day 6
Jul 27, 2023 8:07:33 GMT -5
Post by alex 🐺 on Jul 27, 2023 8:07:33 GMT -5
She sleeps fitfully and it feels like the day before the reaping when she opens her eyes. She feels like she's back in the house with her father breaking stones in the small courtyard. And then the sounds of the day begin and she realizes where she is, who she is.
Morning breaks hot, but her breath escapes her chest despite the warmth all around her. She can feel the humidity in the dew in the grass. Today the sun would bake the sky and the grounds and blood would run again.
Krueger was asleep next to her, his head lolling to the side. Even in sleep, he always seemed like he was watching his back. Looking out for the knife that would inevitably come. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wouldn’t ever be from her. Blood was on her hands from Elijah and she found that she didn’t like its color.
The rush begins the same way it did yesterday - a whirl of sound and buzzing that rips and tears and scratches at her skin. She barely has time to grab her pack and her glaive lest it get ripped out of her hands. Krueger is spirited away in a flurry of wings and she quickly loses sight of him.
The furies drop her in the middle of the woods, her lip scratched and bleeding. What she faces makes her jaw drop and a “fuck me” falls from her lips. A swarm of butterflies blocks out all ambient light streaming through the blighted woods. Willow had always loved the dark, but not what lingered around in it. In the darkness you find shadows that like to play tricks, demons who take pieces of the past and lace it with the present, and memories that fill one’s hollow heart, but empties the organ once morning comes.
But no, this was worse than the Spring Queen, worse than the nightmares that had taken shape last night. Their wings sparkle and shimmer even as visions of Xaa, Krueger, and Thomas dance around her with fungus covering their faces and chunks of flesh replaced by grass. She shakes her head to gather herself because - it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Terror made corporeal by the magic of the Capitol.
But the goddamn butterflies were very real. And they were pulsing, a beating heart waiting for the first move. The first step.
"You know, I really fucking hate butterflies. So like, points for creativity, I guess."
She raises her glaive and steps into the swarm.
will attacks the fey nakom - glaive
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+9.0 dmg
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