Broken.
The morphix barrier between Bloom and Sky may have withstood his attack but Bloom's heart wasn't that lucky. Of course not. Valtor is meticulous in his planning and cutthroat in his nature. A perfect reflection of her. Something so fragile didn't stand a chance.
It is broken like the blue leaking out of Bloom's eyes as she runs through the maze blindly. She takes a wrong turn leading her farther away from her friends and then another one putting her on the path of danger. She is losing herself in the pain numbing any sense or intuition–a creature of passion, Valtor said and set out to prove it as if she needs more of Bloom's flames burning her gaze–to collide headfirst with the guards crawling all over the place in search for her. She'll never find her way out.
She'll never find her way out.
The thought bleeds in her magic, stabbing her to break her body into pieces, easier to transport in front of Bloom. On the line of fire. It isn't the first time she puts herself there. Fire has never been a match for her ice. Then Bloom challenged her – a burning heart amidst the dark sky.
The guards drop dead from a single ice needle in the heart each.
Her nails spill Coven blood digging crescents into her palms.
Another breath of pain scorches through her as she prepares to join the bodies she's just left behind, turning to look at Bloom.
Her eyes are broken stained glass. Still rich in emotion as it drains out of them in floods that can drown her own flames and Icy, too, if she doesn't freeze them.
Her fists are frozen at her sides as the blue shards pierce through her with insistent shock. Bloom's gaze never tears away from her. She has no eyes for the dead guards. Only for her. For her own safety. For the breath she didn't lose.
"You saved my life." A screech comes out as the cogs desperately turn inside Bloom to grind the ice covering them to dust and shake it off.
Broken. Broken. Broken.
She is broken.
Sky shot an arrow at her.
Icy protected her.
She helped the moron cause more damage. He shattered Bloom's heart into pieces still dripping from her eyes and she destroyed her world. She pulled the ground from underneath Bloom's feet and turned her existence upside down. For all the doubts Bloom has suffered in her relationship with Sky, she has never once had to question Icy's hatred. She saved her life and shattered the frame Bloom knew how to fit into.
"Aren't you going to deny it?" Projecting. Bloom's eyes are all over Icy looking for a place to exist in her frame now, for a way to make sense of the situation, for a feeling she can fit inside the remnants of her heart.
"Don't be stupid." It is impossible to deny an objective fact.
Icy has done the impossible before. She stole the Dragon Fire. She escaped from Omega freeing Valtor alongside herself and her sisters. She found the one way to destroy the princess the ruins of whose kingdom are far more tailored to Icy's tastes.
Maybe it is time to stop breaking through the restrictions of reality. Her next move can snap Bloom in half.
"Right." Bloom finally peers at the dead men lying harmlessly behind Icy's back where her heels can crush the pulpy mess left of their hearts. Yet, Icy's heart is the one wailing now in the heavy silence while Bloom's eyes crush it like two petals plowing through ice. "You want to kill me yourself."
"Do you ever listen to what I say?" If Bloom isn't asking, she'll have to be the one to throw a question mark she can grab on to out there.
Bloom's eyes widen in tact with her chest expanding to shelter the breath Icy has allowed her to take. She's heard her.
"I'm..." Her voice dies when she finds no words to continue the thought. Just the smothering freedom of endless possibilities. When you're nothing, you can be everything.
Icy doesn't have that option anymore. "You're still in danger."
She is a fool in love. She will pay with her life – one way or another. She will pay for helping Valtor break Bloom. She will pay for breaking her silence the moment Sky was out of the picture even though it will not last.
None of it will last. Bloom will put herself back together. Valtor will disappoint Icy. And Sky will be back with a new frame for their picture perfect delusion.
The only thing that might last is the crack in Bloom's eyes. Her gaze is sharp now even through the blur of tears drying like stains on her vision. The blue is gaining in intensity like her soul is flaming again. And there's a crack in the glass wall between them. Icy is not just a villain to her anymore, an enemy. And Sky is not there to keep her looking at the montage of the happy moments they've had that he's playing on repeat to give her deceptive stability.
There is a crack in Bloom's eyes, a piece missing from her stained glass that Icy took and stuck in her own heart so that Bloom could see her through the hole in her perfect world even as she turns and runs away from her without a single word.
For that Icy will spill all her blood. It is hers to give. It might even have the strength to break through the spell Bloom has caught herself into.
A spellbound fool. She has been ever since she first touched magic while Icy was on the other end of the universe busy breaking her own heart.