"Sorry about the landing," Aziel called out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of amusent. "Still working on the whole braking thing." He giggled, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. The fading sunlight caught in his hair, giving the edges an almost luminescent quality that matched the lingering traces of electricity still sparking occasionally across his skin.
Arthur was on his hands and knees, chest heaving as he desperately tried to catch his breath. The ground beneath his palms felt cold and lifeless, much like the field of gray roses surrounding them. Each inhale brought the scent of dust and decay into his lungs, a stark reminder of the desolation that stretched in every direction. After several ragged breaths, his fingers curled into the dry soil, crushing withered petals beneath his grip as he turned to Aziel with a face contorted in anger, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU... I- I DIDN’T NEED TO BE SAVED." His voice cracked with emotion, echoing across the desolate landscape. The words seed to hang in the air, vibrating with a raw intensity that made even the dead roses around them tremble slightly.
Aziel’s amused face of awkwardness morphed into shock, his playful deanor evaporating instantly. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again as he processed Arthur’s unexpected reaction. "What!? Are you being serious? Because you looked like you definitely needed saving." Confusion etched across his features as he stared at Arthur’s trembling form, his confident posture faltering for the first ti since his dramatic appearance.
Arthur rose to just his knees, his body shaking with emotions he could no longer contain. His shoulders hunched forward as if bearing an invisible weight, and his hands hung limply at his sides. Tears stread down his face, carving glistening paths through the dirt and sweat that clung to his skin like a second layer of misery. "WELL I DIDN’T!" he yelled, the words tearing from his throat like they physically pained him, leaving it raw and aching.
Aziel’s face contorted into disbelief, his eyebrows drawing together and his mouth tightening into a thin line. "Are you stupid or sothing?" His voice was laced with anger, the electrical energy that seed to constantly surround him crackling more intensely for a brief mont. But then he caught a glimpse of Arthur’s destroyed expression—the empty and torn apart look in his eyes that spoke of wounds far deeper than physical ones, pain etched so deeply it seed to have hollowed him out from within.
The air between them grew heavy with unspoken tragedy, thick enough that it seed to absorb the very sound around them. Aziel suddenly realized what Arthur ant, his own expression softening as understanding dawned across his features, and his voice lowered to a gentle murmur. "Ah, I see... It’s not that you didn’t need saving, it’s that you didn’t want it, huh?"
Arthur’s face grew more distorted as tears continued streaming down his cheeks. The fight seed to drain from him all at once, like water through cupped fingers, impossible to hold onto. He gave up, rolling onto his back to stare blankly at the sky. The fading light painted the clouds in muted hues of orange and purple, a beautiful backdrop to his personal hell, colors that seed to mock the grayness he felt inside.
Aziel did not move any closer, respecting the invisible barrier Arthur had erected around himself. Instead, he sat down cross-legged a few feet away, his muscular fra settling onto the barren ground with a soft exhale. The makeshift pack ford by his tied shirt shifted slightly as he adjusted his position. "Yeah, sorry, I guess. But letting you die there wouldn’t have sat right with , so I didn’t do it for you—I did it for ." His words were honest, stripped of his usual bravado, floating between them like an offered hand that Arthur was under no obligation to take.
Arthur didn’t speak, just staring blankly at the sky as if searching for answers among the gathering clouds. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the only indication that he was still present in the mont. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words and fresh grief, punctuated only by the occasional rustling of dead rose petals in the gentle breeze.
After so monts of this weighted silence, Aziel grew antsy. He shifted his position, disturbing the stillness that had settled over them like a funeral shroud. His fingers tapped an irregular pattern against his knee, betraying his discomfort with the heavy atmosphere. "I must say, I’m surprised to have found anyone here, much less soone from the academy. As far as I know, this place is an unexplored region of the second realm, so we couldn’t have gotten any more unlucky." His attempt at conversation fell flat in the space between them.
Again, Arthur t him with silence. Aziel’s eyes wandered awkwardly around their surroundings, taking in the endless field of dead roses and the darkening horizon. The shadows were growing longer now, stretching across the ground like grasping fingers. "I-I, uh, wonder if anyone else from our class was sent here." The question hung in the air, hopeful yet tentative.
Arthur flinched imdiately, his body tensing as if struck by an invisible blow. His fingers dug into the dirt beneath him, and he felt more tears threatening to break through. His stomach churned in agony, mories washing over him like a tidal wave of pain, threatening to drown him completely. The silence that followed was suffocating, pressing down on both of them with the weight of untold tragedy.
Finally, after what seed like an eternity, Arthur answered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, carried to Aziel on the cool evening breeze. "There was one other." The admission cost him sothing—it was visible in the way his jaw clenched imdiately afterward, fighting back a fresh wave of emotion.
Aziel’s expression brightened, and he snapped his head towards Arthur with renewed interest, his entire deanor changing in an instant. "Seriously? Who? Where are they?" His excitent was eclectic, almost manic in its intensity, a stark contrast to Arthur’s somber deanor. His eyes darted around as if expecting this other person to materialize from the field of dead roses at any mont.
But Arthur stayed unmoving, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky above. When he answered, his tone was flat and devoid of emotion, as barren as the landscape surrounding them. "They’re gone." Simple words, but that was all that needed to be said. The weight of those three syllables hung in the air between them, heavy with implications that neither wanted to voice.
Aziel’s excitent faded instantly, like a candle fla snuffed out. It was replaced by a grim look that aged his youthful face, understanding dawning in his eyes as the full aning of Arthur’s words registered. "Ah, I get it now... I- I’m sorry." The words felt inadequate even as he spoke them, empty platitudes in the face of such profound loss, but what else could be said?
Arthur didn’t look at him, his gaze still fixed on the increasingly dim sky where the first stars were beginning to appear. " too." The words were so soft they might have been mistaken for the whisper of the wind through the dead roses.
They sat for a while more in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as the light continued to fade around them. The world seed to grow colder with each passing minute, the dead roses casting long shadows across the ground that rged into a spreading darkness.
Finally, Aziel stood up and stretched his legs, his joints popping audibly in the quiet atmosphere. "Alright, we got to get going. Night ti is coming soon, and I want to get back to the temple I’ve been staying at before it cos." There was an urgency in his voice now, a subtle tension that suggested the coming darkness brought dangers best avoided.
Arthur again didn’t move, his body seemingly rooted to the spot as he stared into the dimming sky. "No. I’ll be staying here. You go ahead." His voice was hollow and empty.
Aziel scratched his head nonchalantly as he walked forward, releasing a yawn that seed deliberately casual. "Yeah, that’s not gonna work for , pal."
Arthur’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he finally turned towards Aziel, making eye contact for the first ti since his outburst. "What?"
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