eye for an eye | dominic v callum, day 7
Jul 25, 2020 23:54:10 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Jul 25, 2020 23:54:10 GMT -5
The night started to improve once Dominic had put his arm into a makeshift sling and his anger at Callum and the girl from Ten (mostly the latter when it logically should have been the former) had begun to simmer down. The anthem came and went, with Pisces pointing out the tribute he had killed in the catacombs, and Zenia deciding it was too much of a downer to discuss.
Glowing dagger tucked beneath her chin, she launched into a story from back home, about some murderous doll that killed a girl’s entire family. Dominic quirked an eyebrow at the doll being named Meredith, especially after they had just watched the real Meredith’s face fade away into stardust, but didn’t question it. If Zenia was trying to scare him, she hadn’t done a great job - although he did eye Jade’s dragon with additional skepticism.
Pisces painted the picture of how he decided to become an artist, and Dominic imagined an alternate universe where they both got to live and he would get to watch Pisces reimagine their world in brilliant brush strokes. He then told the story of how he tried to learn to surf and woke up in a different part of the district after wiping out. He didn’t tell them how much he missed Madelyn and wished he could be surfing with her instead. He didn’t say that he had been surfing with Paisley the day she died. They had plenty of time to ruminate over what they had lost, but that was not right now.
Zenia fell into slumber relatively quickly, but sleep evaded Dominic despite the weariness that sunk into every inch of his body. A quick glance to the side told him Pisces was awake as well, and he decided to break the silence. "Hey."
He was quiet for a moment, absorbing the miracle that was just being able to say hello to someone and having them react. He sat up slightly, resting his head against the wall of the mausoleum.
"I’m happy you’re back. I… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come back."
The words didn’t hang in the air long before more followed, the culmination of a chaotic twenty-four hours without Pisces.
"It’s selfish of me," he said softly, "But I just want to keep waking up beside you every day. I want to be with you every day, even though I know what it would mean if it ended up being just us."
Dominic glanced up at Pisces again, and he felt a sudden pang in his chest. What the hell had he gotten himself into? It was one thing to befriend your ally, but it was another to be completely consumed by them, to wish that they were there for every breath you took. He was in deep.
He took a shaky breath, almost afraid to let the words spill out.
"If it were down to you and me, I would choose you. Every time," he said.
Dominic reached up to cup the side of Pisces’ head, fingers tracing along his jawline. "I love you," he breathed out.
Saying it felt freeing, especially when not on the brink of death. Pisces had told him the same before he died, and tonight he said it again, and Dominic could not feel more relief.
A gentle smile crossed his face, and he pulled Pisces closer to plant soft kisses on his face and under his jaw.
"I know you said you’d choose me, but I’d choose you."
Dominic silently vowed to never let him do that.
He assumed it was morning because he was awake, but the sky was hidden behind walls of gray and gave no indication of the true time of day.
A figure had materialized within the dense fog, dark hair stirring in the wind. The belt around their waist glittered on a white backdrop, the same attire that his friends wore now. Dominic blinked and rubbed his eyes, but the apparition did not fade. It merely came closer, allowing him to finally take in the features of the person standing before him.
"Jade?" he called.
As if the sound of her own name had frightened her, she turned and walked back into the fog as quickly as she had come. Stunned, Dominic wiggled out of Pisces’ arms and climbed to his feet.
As he began to step towards her, she only retreated further, her form becoming a misty blur. Dominic glanced back at where his allies slept, before continuing to hurry after Jade, who seemed abnormally averse to human interaction. "Hey. Where are you go-"
His foot found air rather than earth and he crumpled forward, jaw seizing as his chin banged against one of the headstones. "Ow. What the-"
Dominic placed a free hand against the cool slab, pushing against it so he stood up straight. The stone was mostly smooth, save for the crude ridges beneath his palm. He moved his hand to the side, heart leaping once he realized that the ridges spelled out his own name. He glanced down at where he had fallen - a gaping hole in the ground filled with nothing but dirt. He was standing in his own grave.
The initial shock eventually gave way to irritation, and he dug his good elbow into the ground to lift himself out of the grave. The last thing anyone would do was send him to a premature death, at least not before he made sure the people he cared about were alive and well. Once he had clawed himself above ground, he stumbled along behind the girl from One.
The further Dominic headed into the fog, the less certain he was of where he was headed. There was no sun overhead, no familiar glint of emeralds that seemed to litter every corner, no petals or thorns to embed themselves in his hair. There was only nothingness, and Dominic, and the ghost he was chasing after.
After some time, the consistency of the ground became softer, and the crunching under his boots and echoing of waves told him that he was at the beach again. Dominic closed his eyes, nostrils taking in salt and wood and the metallic scent he had come to dread over the past week. He had taken someone’s life here in a fit of rage. He knew he had not been the one to end it for good, but if he had kept himself in check there would’ve been no for good in the first place.
You did it for Jade, Pisces and Zenia, he reminded himself, opening his eyes. The former had stopped some yards ahead, arms crossed in front of her as she stared off at the invisible horizon.
Dominic took prudent steps forward, approaching the girl in the same way that one would a wild animal. This time, Jade swung her head around to acknowledge him, flashing the same smile he often caught her directing at the cameras. It was almost unreal.
"Jade," he said. She blinked.
"Say something." She did not.
He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, but just as his fingers tightened around bone, her image disintegrated. She was gone as soon as she appeared. He opened and closed his hand, adjusting to losing her again.
The sand rustled ahead of him, and he instinctively reached for his mace. "Jade?"
You know it’s not her.
"Zenia? Pisces?"
The boy who eventually appeared before Dominic was not a ghost. He was real, and he was one of the last people Dominic wanted to see.
"Callum," he said. "I guess you were the one that carved my name on a headstone?"
Dominic swung his mace by his side, stomach knotting with unease. He didn’t want to fight the boy from Twelve. He never had. But Callum’s choice yesterday was clear, and Jade was now gone because of it.
"I think you’ll be the one going under," he remarked, taking aim.
[dominic attacks callum with geode morning star]
cSjZOP8YUEspiked blunt
14159 - dg on chest - 9.5 + 1 strength
table by tomspiked blunt