the darkness falls around me at night
I glance his way just in time to see magic erupt from him, clean and brutal as it devours another corpse. My mouth parts slightly—not in fear, but sheer, sharp awe. That kind of magic isn’t subtle. It’s the kind you feel in your teeth. I’ve never seen anything like it up close.
”Noted,” I murmur, when he gestures to the unicorn. I take a second to check myself over, patting at my arms and sides. ”I’m alright. Nothing major, but thanks.”
I don’t get the last word out before another void-luxere bursts out of the trees.
There’s barely time to think. I lunge for my second dagger, managing to wrench it free from the snow just as the beast barrels toward me. Its head lowers. I duck, slice across its nose, feel the spray of dark blood, but I’m not fast enough to avoid the antler.
It slashes my upper arm—a deep, burning line that tears straight flesh. I stumble back with a strangled sound, blinking fast, shocked by how much it fucking hurts. My ears ring, my eyes even humiliatingly well. I’ve never been hurt like this before. Not really.
Still, I grit my teeth and twist, dragging the blade across its throat as it surges past me. It collapses with a groan of snow and blood and weight, legs kicking once—twice—before it goes still.
I clutch my arm, breath shallow, adrenaline starting to wobble in my knees. "Right," I grit out. "I’ve reconsidered. Healing sounds fantastic."
”Noted,” I murmur, when he gestures to the unicorn. I take a second to check myself over, patting at my arms and sides. ”I’m alright. Nothing major, but thanks.”
I don’t get the last word out before another void-luxere bursts out of the trees.
There’s barely time to think. I lunge for my second dagger, managing to wrench it free from the snow just as the beast barrels toward me. Its head lowers. I duck, slice across its nose, feel the spray of dark blood, but I’m not fast enough to avoid the antler.
It slashes my upper arm—a deep, burning line that tears straight flesh. I stumble back with a strangled sound, blinking fast, shocked by how much it fucking hurts. My ears ring, my eyes even humiliatingly well. I’ve never been hurt like this before. Not really.
Still, I grit my teeth and twist, dragging the blade across its throat as it surges past me. It collapses with a groan of snow and blood and weight, legs kicking once—twice—before it goes still.
I clutch my arm, breath shallow, adrenaline starting to wobble in my knees. "Right," I grit out. "I’ve reconsidered. Healing sounds fantastic."
Theea
and covers me in silence so bright
