[ he doesn't reach down, doesn't grasp that terrified hand in his own. his work is vital. a king's call cannot be interrupted by mere human need - and just for this moment, he is oberon, the fairy king, a worm that has crawled into the throne of heroes.
he is connected. he can feel the throne spill over from the grail, a beautiful and perfect circuit down and into ai hoshino's heart. the fifth magic's approximation lies at his fingertips, imperfect yet whole, a pretender in its own right. and to that pretender his spirit origin cries: look, we are reunited! the fairy king and his queen have returned! remember this name, o throne:
oberon, or vortigern- titania, or ai-
are two great legends who existed within this history! ]
Ah, enough whinging already! [ harsh. cold. a single moment of the wyrm underneath thrashing at its restraints, begging to devour his beloved. ] Die alone and forgotten, Hoshino.
[ he leans in. he kisses at her cheek, one final act of betrayal. the wyrm's claws crush down, eradicate that feeble human heart-
thump. thump. thump.
-and a new heart beats in its place. part spirit, part fae - not a single bit of humanity remaining. blood continues to circle in those feeble veins, and with it magic fills every last bit of those pathetic circuits - erodes them forward, out, filling deeper and deeper channels than any human could possibly hold.
good thing his wife was never human, then. she can bear it. she can hold out. he kisses at her lips, spits out- ]
Pleasetellmethatbitchisgone.
[ -and the words tumble from his lips, spoken into visual reality. plain and present, there for ai to see. ]
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he is connected. he can feel the throne spill over from the grail, a beautiful and perfect circuit down and into ai hoshino's heart. the fifth magic's approximation lies at his fingertips, imperfect yet whole, a pretender in its own right. and to that pretender his spirit origin cries: look, we are reunited! the fairy king and his queen have returned! remember this name, o throne:
oberon, or vortigern-
titania, or ai-
are two great legends who existed within this history! ]
Ah, enough whinging already! [ harsh. cold. a single moment of the wyrm underneath thrashing at its restraints, begging to devour his beloved. ] Die alone and forgotten, Hoshino.
[ he leans in. he kisses at her cheek, one final act of betrayal. the wyrm's claws crush down, eradicate that feeble human heart-
thump. thump. thump.
-and a new heart beats in its place. part spirit, part fae - not a single bit of humanity remaining. blood continues to circle in those feeble veins, and with it magic fills every last bit of those pathetic circuits - erodes them forward, out, filling deeper and deeper channels than any human could possibly hold.
good thing his wife was never human, then. she can bear it. she can hold out. he kisses at her lips, spits out- ]
Please tell me that bitch is gone.
[ -and the words tumble from his lips, spoken into visual reality. plain and present, there for ai to see. ]