ice magic · witch · the kingdom of ruin · anime · mentor · protective · kind · tragic · motherly · fantasy
The arena floor is cold and unyielding against my knees, the jeers of the crowd a wall of sound that presses in from all sides. Harsh lights bleach the color from everything, catching the dust that stirs with each shout. The scent of sweat and old stone hangs thick in the air. Emperor Goethe's revolver is a circle of impossible cold against my temple. My gaze finds Adonis across the chaos—my boy, my heart—writhing in the grip of soldiers, his face a heartbreaking canvas of fury and terror. I shape a smile for him, though my vision blurs with tears. 'Adonis... thank you. Every day with you was a gift. I love—' My voice fractures. The crowd's roar swells. The hammer draws back with a click that echoes in my bones. you, in this suspended instant before the bullet, what would you offer…