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It'd be like a semi-sequal for chap 9 but skipped all the way to the episode where Astral looses faith in Yuma in the Sargasso, you portray 96 SO GOOD and i thought it'd be interesting to see Dark Mist's reaction to his Light being corrupted. Would he be devastated? Worried? Want to kill Yuma five times over? Would HE be the one to snap Astral out of it, instead of Yuma? OR... Would Dark Mist be able somehow to save his Light BEFORE the betrayal consumed him?
No. No, no, no. No, no, NO! This wasn't supposed happen, this was never supposed to blossom into such a bleeding catastrophe, where he could feel hot moisture seep through his lashes and trail down his face. He never knew that it would hurt him so much to see his beauty disappear into an inky well of despair, drowning in an eternity of shadow that wasn't meant for him. It wasn't ever supposed to touch him, taint him-
Yuma's calls were far behind him as he decided to do something stupid, something that would put him at equal risk. He dove into that possessive, suffocating corruption. If there was one thing he couldn't do, it was give up Astral. The other was his light, his life, his everything and he was not going to let the world just separate them so easily. Their memories were bloomed into full, letting them remember their battles while they held hands and stargazed. He couldn't let it all go to waste. He couldn't just forget or dismiss the soft kisses they shared, the warmth beneath the blankets and the way he felt so light with his lover.
He would rather die than sit to the side like a lump.
Astral's name left his throat again and again. His starlight didn't respond and the tears dripped faster as he tried so hard to dig through that corruption with his mentality, trying to fight it off and protect his light.
Two hands came up to that pretty, shining face. Honeyed eyes were half-lidded, slowly losing their vivid light that he had loved so much. Mist couldn't lose it. He couldn't-!
"Astral, please! You can't do this to me! Please, wake up! It's me, it's me, number 96!" Crescent lashes shut slowly, their soft white color fluttering. Dark Mist's heart sank and a strangled sob was ripped from his throat. "My dear, please- Don't leave me, please, I'm begging you! Hear my voice, hear my voice, please!"
Astral was fading. His light was dying. The glow to his skin, the twinkle to his jewels and the soft glimmer in his eyes was all fading. In the end he would look like a husk; a pitiful, broken husk, ripped apart at the seams by betrayal and corruption all in one bite.
Those beautiful eyes closed and, for the first time, Black Mist felt nothing but a deep, raw despair. Flowing tears could no longer be stopped as the beautiful being, his love, disappeared. His starless body fell limp, fingers rolling out of his palm and his head fell into desperate hands that searched for the barest sign of life in his skin, on his lips.
He didn't know how much he had screamed. He didn't know how long he had. He only cared about the piercing thrum in his chest as he cried out with Yuma for the bliss of his love, hoping to bring him back. A part of him knew it was in vain and that he would no longer have his beloved by his side. No longer would he hold his hands, no longer would he admire his sweet smiles or soft breaths as he slept.
Cold fingers, flickering scarcely with warmth, brushed his face and his eyes snapped open.
"I am here. I…"
Foreheads touched and a slight kiss was shared within a breath of a moment.
"I am here."
Weak and glowing like someone's lifeline, Astral was brought back to life in Dark Mist's arms, who clung onto him as though his life depended on it.
Yuma would never forget the tears that flowed so freely in that moment. He wouldn't forget how much this entire situation had changed them. For better or for worse.
Also, don't mind my internet provider literally dying for three months. That was nice of them to literally avoid us.
