[ Bone chilling. Horrifying and horrific in turns. November glances up at the sound of the can tab popping open; April's no longer hiding her worry and he feels a swooping sensation like guilt. She's so put together, someone he's always been able to count on to weather the storm.
He hates that he's reduced to this, that his old life has dredged itself up through the cold blank. Picked through the sheet of ice he's had over his conscience, cracks spidering along at random intervals. ]
How can I not?
[ She's the only one who has ever been recorded to have gone through this. The regression, the erosion of her power until it blinked out and left just her. A human with blood on her hands.
(But she made something of it, hadn't she?)
November picks up what's left of his drink and downs it in a neat swallow. He gestures to the fridge with the glass still in hand, looking weary, circles defined by the shadows in the room. ]
i'm always happy about these two tbh
[ Bone chilling. Horrifying and horrific in turns. November glances up at the sound of the can tab popping open; April's no longer hiding her worry and he feels a swooping sensation like guilt. She's so put together, someone he's always been able to count on to weather the storm.
He hates that he's reduced to this, that his old life has dredged itself up through the cold blank. Picked through the sheet of ice he's had over his conscience, cracks spidering along at random intervals. ]
How can I not?
[ She's the only one who has ever been recorded to have gone through this. The regression, the erosion of her power until it blinked out and left just her. A human with blood on her hands.
(But she made something of it, hadn't she?)
November picks up what's left of his drink and downs it in a neat swallow. He gestures to the fridge with the glass still in hand, looking weary, circles defined by the shadows in the room. ]
Pass me one, will you?