Apricity

the warmth of the sun in winter


Okay another chapter with sentences related to a single universe. This time, my AU Introuvable ( s/6872541/1/Introuvable) and its probably never to be written prequel Iskra (Russian for "spark"). For scrollingdown/hybridlykin because alsdkfhlskhdf she "has always loved that fic" and requested stuff with Aroan. *insert flailing here*

Again, prompts are from Anthony Horowitz' Russian Roulette, which is somewhat appropriate. But please note that they are not in chronological order this time. Good luck, haha.

I will accept word prompts until the end of the month if you wanna send me some. :)


561. Royalty

Vladd knew that no one else approved of his friendship with Madlin and Jac, two inventors from the surrounding city without a single drop of royal blood or royal breeding, but what was the point in having power if you didn't get to use it to choose your friends?

562. Menace

Danne looked up with wide eyes at the shadowy shape towering above him, the red eyes peering down at him, and understood that he wouldn't live to walk back up the path to his home.

563. Charge

The Ancient Tribunal only relented in their death sentence when Vladd put forth the argument that, alive, out in the hills, they would be able to resume their research to perhaps find a solution to everything in a place where they couldn't cause any more damage.

564. Mirror

Grandmother's family had travelled all around the world to find the finest fabrics and Grandfather had been the last in a long line of tailors catering to the needs of the entire valley, so Aroan, when he wasn't muddying his clothes in an escapade across the river, was one of the best dressed people in the town.

565. Comfort

All he wanted now was to be caught up in his mother's arms or to hear his sisters playing outside or to smell his aunt's blackberry tart or even hear his uncle and father bickering at the table, but he knew all of those things were beyond his reach now, so he huddled closer to the stone wall of the cave and forced back the tears.

566. Accuse

It didn't feel like he had done much, when he watched his only friends leave the city, knowing they would never return and he would never see them again; but there wasn't anything else he could do… he knew more than anyone else just how true the accusations against them were.

567. Woodland

He knew that nowhere would be safe anymore, not after his town had been razed by the creatures, but they had come out of the mountains and swarmed over the valleys, so he hoped that by skirting into the forest, he might buy himself time to die of starvation or exhaustion instead.

568. Faith

The flash blinded him and heat flared up his arm, but in that moment, he still trusted Danne completely.

569. Time

Danne desperately wished that there was something else he could do, some other way he could find to fix this and to save them both but he was wounded and had been running too long with the poison in his veins and when the last ghost came barreling through the cave's entrance looking to avenge its kin, there wasn't time to consider an option other than throwing himself between Aroan and the hissing creature.

570. Vulnerable

Aroan stared out over the valley as the sun began to set, casting a red light to the tips of rugged stone towering above him and, for the first time since he left his burning home behind him, he felt like he might survive the night.

571. Permanent

When weeks had passed since that day and he could still make his hands glow in the dark of the night when no one was watching and he could barely believe what had happened by the river, Danne realized that this thing, this power that Vladd had left him with, would stay with him forever until he found someone to pass it on to.

572. Strategy

Vladd didn't know how on earth he could begin to kill, capture, or contain the creatures that had been let loose to terrorize his people, but they were his responsibility and he somehow knew that he was the only one who would be able to protect them.

573. Isolation

It was lonely work for the Phantom, ghosting across the lands trying desperately to keep up with the monsters fleeing from their prison, fighting fire with fire to save the townsfolk that were so scared of the person who had saved them that they almost always refused food and shelter even for a single night.

574. Purification

Nobles in the court clamored for the apprehension and destruction of The Phantom; Vladd listened to their demands with a stony face, knowing that every one of them were aware of just how grisly their fates would be if they somehow managed to control the one entity able to save them from creatures that could rip them limb from limb before they had a chance to scream.

575. Identify

It was easy to tell who he was now—The Phantom, anyone in the country could recognize the flowing black fabric and white sash—but knowing what he was… with glowing hands and the inability to breath whenever he accessed his powers… that was a little harder.

576. Compound

Vladd knew that going to see them broke the spirit of their exile nearly as much as inviting them back to wreck havoc in the capitol would have, and that it would probably only make matters worse if he went to meet his makers even if he managed to keep it a secret, but… he was passing through their spur of the valley anyway and no one needed to know that he had stopped by to look in a window just to see their faces again, now did they?

577. Reconnoiter

Vladd smiled down at the boy—hoping the gesture was reassuring but he had little experience with teenagers or putting on a front for anyone that was not ice cold—and put a hand down firmly on his shoulder to emphasize the necessity of staying exactly where he was before he melted into the shadows to double back around and find out what the noises had been.

578. Contained

They thought they could hold the creatures in the hidden crevices of the mountains, but they should have known that it would not hold them forever and, once they had been set free, their wrath and desire to destroy everything in sight would only have increased with the years trapped in darkness.

579. Patrol

Danne saw the smoke as soon as he came out of the trees, sickly billowing clouds of black that meant he was too late to save the town from the pack of creatures he'd been tracking, but that didn't stop him from going toward the wreckage with dwindling hope that some of them might have stayed to watch the destruction; he didn't realize he was right until three of them came up behind him.

580. Venomous

Vladd hoped that his… abilities… would grant him immunity to the poisoned claws of the red eyed monsters, but he soon realized that while one swipe wouldn't kill him like it would an ordinary human, he would still feel the effects.