[ the world has narrowed down to nothing. for vax'ildan, it's tunnel vision. he's still just staring, as the gore and violence continues - as the third man is torn asunder, as the fourth one's chest caves in.
yasusada's yell of his name sounds like it's coming from underwater.
vex'ahlia.
vex'ahlia.
vex'ahlia.
his breath is short and shallow. it's your fault. nothing had to say that, nothing has to influence vax to think it, because he's already thinking it. you couldn't save her. you did this, you did this, that should've been you.
vax grabs the knife from the room before. his hand wraps around the handle, trembling.
give her back. because he is fucking terrified that something could happen to vex because of him.
but he was afraid then, too. he was afraid when he held her body in that tomb. (when he looked away for just a second, and vex was gone, snuffed out like a light.) and it was fear that made him reckless. fear, and absolute, knife's edge courage.
(take me instead, you raven bitch)
and the minute vax is able to, he breaks free - leaping over the audience with a wordless shout and despair and fury as he rears back and throws the knife with more precision than he has any right to as fear is blinkered by fury and just bottomless, endless grief.
he'll take it out on every figure on this stage. tear them to pieces the way they tore her.
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yasusada's yell of his name sounds like it's coming from underwater.
vex'ahlia.
vex'ahlia.
vex'ahlia.
his breath is short and shallow. it's your fault. nothing had to say that, nothing has to influence vax to think it, because he's already thinking it. you couldn't save her. you did this, you did this, that should've been you.
vax grabs the knife from the room before. his hand wraps around the handle, trembling.
give her back. because he is fucking terrified that something could happen to vex because of him.
but he was afraid then, too. he was afraid when he held her body in that tomb. (when he looked away for just a second, and vex was gone, snuffed out like a light.) and it was fear that made him reckless. fear, and absolute, knife's edge courage.
(take me instead, you raven bitch)
and the minute vax is able to, he breaks free - leaping over the audience with a wordless shout and despair and fury as he rears back and throws the knife with more precision than he has any right to as fear is blinkered by fury and just bottomless, endless grief.
he'll take it out on every figure on this stage. tear them to pieces the way they tore her.
so what if they kill him next?
is there even a point to living, if she's gone? ]