firewoodfigs:annaleigh:a little tangled au that the server and i came up with! we’ve been making so
firewoodfigs:annaleigh:a little tangled au that the server and i came up with! we’ve been making so much content for it recently.. my heart.. so full@annaleigh as promised, equivalent exchange :’) thanks for ripping my heart out!!! I didn’t need it to begin with anyway L O L ilysm and thanks for sharing your beautiful art with us ;v; —Riza had never seen death before. Not in her sheltered life, where she’d been kept far away and isolated from the perils of the world and the disasters that struck mankind on a daily basis. All she’d ever known was herself and the four walls that imprisoned her in her castle. But if she ever saw death, it was in the colour of Roy’s face. “Roy!” she cried, running to his side. His face was terrifyingly, hauntingly pale. An ominous shiver ran down her spine as she saw the pool of crimson that had gathered on his side. Slowly, so as to not aggravate his wounds, Riza lifted him up and cradled an arm around his neck. Roy let out a groan of pain. He was dangerously cold to the touch, she realised. “Roy, please. Stay with me,” Riza whispered. She drew him closer to her chest, all the while careful not to jostle his side. Helplessness descended upon her like a heavy curtain. What was she even supposed to do in these circumstances? Was there anything she could do to stop the bleeding? And why him? Roy would’ve never gotten entangled into this mess in the first place if it wasn’t for her. It was all her fault. “Riza,” he breathed. The chains jangled against concrete as Roy attempted to raise a hand. Gently, as if he had all the time left in the world, he tucked a stray strand— now brown and cropped, because he’d done that to save her; all for her sake and not his — behind her ear. Then he swiped at her cheeks, now inexplicably damp. “Don’t cry. It’s not your fault.” She hadn’t even realised she was crying. But she was. Riza was mourning, grieving over the loss of someone she hadn’t even known she loved. And she couldn’t afford to lose him. With renewed desperation, she threaded his hand — his cold, lifeless hand — through her hair. “Flower, gleam and glow,” Riza sang. Her voice cracked, a desperate plea for the spell to work once more somehow, by some miracle. “Let your power shine…” Make the clock reverse, she begged inwardly. Yet there was no glow, no glimmer of magic this time to reverse Roy’s injuries. With every passing second, the life drained out of Roy, pulling him farther and farther away from her reach. “Riza,” Roy murmured. Riza held on tighter to his limp hand, as if she were begging him to stay in this universe. His lips parted once more, and Riza leaned in closer to decipher what he was trying to convey. “You were my new dream.” A sob wracked through her body, merciless in its grip. “And you were mine.” Riza only prayed that her dream would not be lost forever. Figs I’m sobbing on the floor. I still can’t get over how perfectly you intertwined their two stories and I never will. Thank you -- source link