Connections

by uriekuki

he breathes, they breathe. she bleeds, they bleed. they're in this together, they just don't know it. fate weaves a strange web. {A collection of drabbles}

38. Cold-Blooded

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"I have a task for you, Apollo."

"Tell me then, Miraz."

"Kill Titan's mate."

"Is that all?"

"Steal his youngest daughter."

"It will be done."

A puddle of blood, spreading, spreading, sliding down furrows in the stone, slipping into the shadows. A small kit with mouth wide open, staring, not feeling the slight tug, just watching her world fade.