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Nero. ([personal profile] ofthesword) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-11-01 05:27 am (UTC)

[Nero gives him another nod, and it's the closest to promising he's not about to jet -- even if his eyes keep going to the light. There's no image of her, no voice, but he swears he can hear it, just like he heard it trapped in the darkness of Sparda's asshole. Nero... you came for me. You wouldn't leave me, would you?

He shakes it off.

Clenches his hands.

His boots trudge through the snow deep enough he leaves a clear path behind him. With his distraction, with knowing the frosts had to come from him, he's not willing to try making anything, either. The best he could do was Queen, but even she couldn't hold up long. Nero kicks the snow as his thoughts tangle up, frustrated, wanting to pull out of the Horizon and knowing something is keeping him in here.

It's like the dawning realization of being trapped. Of darkness closing in on every side. Of the way the walls of that rock squeezed in on him. Sanctus's goddamn laugh. A single light in the dark.

It'll do. Nero tucks in behind Geralt, even though the place isn't really made for two guys as tall as them.

At least it doesn't stink.]


Hey, what was that thing you did? With the ice. That somethin' you can always do?

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