He'd made this mistake once before, with his Master— when he'd been fresh and unlearned, before he'd been forged into the sort of weapon that wouldn't flinch under an attack. The memory is hazy, made that way by the exhaustion and the stress of the moment, but he'd begged the same way for relief.
The Light sears him, a hot iron cauterizing a wound. It lances through all his darkness, like a beam of light cutting through storm clouds. Elden doesn't stop and Vanitas chokes on the burning sensation in the back of his throat, on the copper flavor on his tongue. The dichotomy leaves him reeling, the agony of all that Light dumped directly into his body and the gentle, cradling warmth underneath it— the faded out sensation of taking his own life and the freedom to rest in it afterwards. A task done with nothing else to follow.
Vanitas makes a horrible sound, animal and agonized in the back of his throat, but the strength sapped out of him from the injury slowly reverses, until finally he can feel his arms again. When he can, his grip flexes, pulling Elden's shirt into a fist, and Vanitas gives him a sturdy shove in a desperate attempt to interrupt the spell. ]
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He'd made this mistake once before, with his Master— when he'd been fresh and unlearned, before he'd been forged into the sort of weapon that wouldn't flinch under an attack. The memory is hazy, made that way by the exhaustion and the stress of the moment, but he'd begged the same way for relief.
The Light sears him, a hot iron cauterizing a wound. It lances through all his darkness, like a beam of light cutting through storm clouds. Elden doesn't stop and Vanitas chokes on the burning sensation in the back of his throat, on the copper flavor on his tongue. The dichotomy leaves him reeling, the agony of all that Light dumped directly into his body and the gentle, cradling warmth underneath it— the faded out sensation of taking his own life and the freedom to rest in it afterwards. A task done with nothing else to follow.
Vanitas makes a horrible sound, animal and agonized in the back of his throat, but the strength sapped out of him from the injury slowly reverses, until finally he can feel his arms again. When he can, his grip flexes, pulling Elden's shirt into a fist, and Vanitas gives him a sturdy shove in a desperate attempt to interrupt the spell. ]