Work Text:
It started with suspicion.
However, It came as no surprise. Who in their right mind would trust someone they found in a prison cell, dirty, beaten and starved. Turns out it was most of this bunch of misfits. Except for one, as he hid from view, figure obscured by the shadows he so easily melded in with.
-The first dark feather falls.
It continued with mutual indifference.
The silent agreement that we were both here to accompany and protect this band of oddballs that had somehow became family. Even as he still glanced at me with his dark eyes narrowed and a scowl etched on his infuriatingly handsome face, as blood slowly dripped from the twin punctures on his neck.
-A second joined the first.
It ended with a soul shattering scream.
A body hitting the floor of a sunken tomb echoed through the silence as the world held its breath. Tears and pleading words bouncing from the wall as he stood there unmoving, staring blankly at his other half. Tears the brightest thing about him as the shadows around him seemed to pulse and twist as if alive.
-Then a third and fourth settle beside them.
It begins again with a bang.
A second chance given to someone built to inflict pain upon the very world she dwells. A hand outstretched in forgiveness and a bullet delivered to a heart that beats with compassion as the world tilts and fades. A scream of his name echoing over the embers of fire around him as a rough calloused hand ran through his hair, pulling him into a dark figures lap as dark ebony hair blocked the red glow of destruction.
-Four more follow and land gracefully.
It resumes with a promise.
A group of seven split into four, each going their separate ways to grow and learn in ways they can’t together. As heartfelt goodbyes ring through the court yard as five companions who became family take their leave, a shadow settles behind him. A whisper of mischief and contentment following in its wake as blue eyes meet dark hazel, a playful pledge leaving his lips.
-The last flutters to a stop on a sea of raven.
It dies with him.
A fight lasting 48 seconds taking everything yet nothing at all. We had won, the pepper box in my hand still radiating heat as our eyes meet as the realization hit us. The joy and relief cut short as pain flickered across his beautiful face, and a dawning look of grief as he turned to look at his Goddess, glancing back at me before vanishing. Only a pile of Raven feathers left drifting gently on the wind before settling helplessly on the ground where he stood.