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The sickening thud of Chance’s body into the snow piled around them made everything so, so much more real.
iTrapped stepped back, breathing heavily, his sword dangled to his side and dropping blood onto the snow. So, so much blood. Too much of it and too little of Chance’s remarks.
He looked down at him, trying to keep his face neutral as he watched the other clutch the wound on his chest. No point. He’d die from blood loss soon. He considered to turn around and leave- foot mid swerve until…
”Please-“ and there was a sniffle, before another, and another, “Please don’t leave me here.”
Chance had sat up a little more, pushing himself up against the tree. He wiped his eyes, blood smearing further across his face.
iTrapped froze for a moment, staring down at him once more. He was conflicted, too conflicted for this. He swallowed hard, grip tightening on the Darkheart was the other began to cry in front of him. The sight was… beautiful. Glistening tears fell against his cheeks, catching the light and reflecting off of the water in rays. The winter air was bitter and harsh, but for a moment he was stunned.
He quickly scowled, recomposing himself.
“Don’t cry,” he huffed out, ignoring how his heart twisted in his chest. He said it again, trying to put a more demanding tone in his voice- anything but the feeling of vulnerability that came with this. “Don’t cry.”
He stepped closer tentatively, snow crunching under his feet.
”You don’t- you don’t get to cry,” he gritted out, voice cracking uncomfortably. He saw Chance’s mouth open, but he quickly raised his sword again for another plunge into his chest. “Stop- fucking stop, for once! You- please, stop, stop crying-“
He was sobbing before he realized it, chest rising and falling as he continued to watch his sword disappear in and out of the other, each pass only serving to make him more irrational. Why was the other so goddamn loud?
He sobbed, collapsing next to him, the sword falling out of his hands and into the snow again.
“Please stop crying.”