Cold and dark.
He lies in a deep pool of crimson that surrounds himself from head to shoe. Bright slits of flesh and red spots coat all throughout his skin. His tattered cape lies in pieces that scatter upon the black floor, trailing away from where he lies. His chapped, bloody lips part, as if trying to call out for something, but to no avail. He feels his whole body growing numb, cold, and almost lifeless. He struggles to take precious gulps of air. His wide, vermillion orbs dilate in shock.
For she stands before him, golden eyes that once were happy, are now emotionless.
"C-Cynthia..." croaks the redheaded male with a gaze that drips with betrayal and melancholy.
A single tear glides down her cheek as he calls out to her. Her head tilts to the side, long, golden locks flowing behind her. Her lips purse together into a tight line, and she takes a step forward.
The seconds tick on by. Everything around them disappears, only bringing black.
Her hands tremble onto the weapon in her grasp. She doesn't know how or where she receives the lethal, black gun that she grasps onto like her life depended on it. Cynthia takes one good look at the man before her, and smiles. She smiles her usual smile; that smile that she's so used to seeing ever since they met back when she was admitted into the league as the new Sinnoh Champion. Her eyes brighten up as they shine with even more tears that build up.
"I'm sorry..." she whispers softly. She raises the gun, pointing it towards Lance. He's in a shocked, frozen state, which makes her lower the weapon for a few moments. Her smile widens and she's glistening even more tears. Her locks slip to her front, making a small curtain from her and the rest of her surroundings. "So sorry," Cynthia repeats louder. She clocks the gun.
She pulls the trigger.
BAM!
Cynthia lets out a loud gasp as she swings up from her laying position on the bed. She pants, raising her hand to her chest, and clutching the soft, fleece fabric of her tank top. She then wipes the sweat beads that formed during her horrifying nightmare...
That nightmare... She...
Her body tenses up at the thought and she starts to tremble. Tears prick at her eyes, her head begins to throb from an unexplainable force, and she curls up. She buries her face into her hands and begins to choke on her awaiting sobs, muffling out her weak pleas.
Cynthia does not look up when a pair of strong arms wrap around her petite body. She's plopped onto his warm, familiar lap, arms wrap around her, and she curls up as his large land runs through her messy ringlets. She lets out a sniffle, and simply curls up against the small hollow that forms in his torso. Her hands move away from her face, and they desperately clutch at his muscle shirt, as if afraid to let go. She peeks up, the flow of her salty tears lessening.
"I'm right here," Lance mutters softly. He wipes the remaining of her tears, and rocks his body back and forth as a form of comfort. He relaxes when she curls back up into a ball, and buries her face into his chest. He repeats the swaying motion for a good twenty minutes. His eyes glance downward, and his mental guesses prove to be true. She's out like a light.
He was ready for her to wake up from the presumed nightmare, for she had been screaming in her slumber prior to her waking up.
A/N: Anonymous asked: Otp au where one person has a night,are of the other dying