Witch AU : out of context snippet
She's lying before him, unmoving. He wants to call her name. His throat tightens. Red spreads on her dress.
He catches movements where that man and that woman stand. He doesn't care. He brushes hair off his mother's face.
Warmth is leaving her body, and he can feel it, already, softly filling his veins. It's oddly comforting, like an embrace. Her last embrace.
She couldn't even say goodbye.
It's so peaceful, he feels like this isn't happening. But it does. The witch is dead, her offspring shall inherit her power. He'd seen assimilations before, too much for his taste. None of the malhkim had survirved it. He had saw them writhing, suffocating, drowning, saw their mind shattering. And yet there's only peace washing over him.
The heat is getting stronger, calling to the water he's made of. He can picture it, like a fire on the shore, gently washed away by the tide. There will soon be no trace of it.
His forehead feels too hot, metal burning his skin. Fingertips rest on the circlet there.
She had gave it to him a long time ago, saying it was something important. Someone had made it for him before his birth. A family tradition.
The fire spreads on the shore. Water boils.
There are many reasons why a malak's body would reject a witch's power. He'd never considered that one of those reasons could be love.
He won't let the flames be swallowed. He won't let what's left of her disappear.
He had made his choice. He had chose death. Sorey would have been safe. But she has decided otherwise. She has imposed a third option.
This is what she wanted but he can't let it happen. There's too much anger. Too much pain. He doesn't want her to fade away. He wants his mother back. And if he can't have this then everything shall burn. He will let her flames consume his body if that is what it takes.
Fire spreads through his veins. It burns but he doesn't care. This kind of pain his nothing. His left hand grabs the circlet, metal scorching skin.
The man who made it killed his mother. And for what ? Her only crime was to let Mikleo live. She had given up everything for it. She had thrown everything away without turning back to protect an innocent baby from a certain death. She had blamed herself for taking that child with her, away from his true family. She had never allowed herself to be called a mother.
And she loved the child so much she chose to die for him. He will never see her smile again. Never feel her warmth. Never hear her voice. Never hear her laughing at her own stupid puns.
She's the only mother he needed.
He can see flames dancing in violets eyes. He can see tears rolling on that woman's cheeks. He can see horror deforming that man's face. He tosses the circlet at them. They were never his family. His family is dead, lying in a pool of blood.
They deserve this. For all the guilt Lailah shouldered over the years. For leaving her no choice and blaming it on her. For all the innocent souls they'd "purified". For trying to do the same thing to him. For putting Sorey in danger. For killing his mother.
