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Temp hushes him with gentle words, and Cillian's lip twitches feebly. It will be all right if he rests. His eyes flutter closed, breath barely ghosting past blood-flecked lips.[break][break]

Blood oozes between fingers that lack the strength to hold a wound closed.[break][break]

Faolan emerges from the prison of his pokeball into a space saturated with negative aura. The jackal's ears flip back in distress, a low whine rumbling in his throat. Cillian's not let him out in days; his master's grief is overwhelming to the canine, whose health had suffered in return.[break][break]

But Cillian's scent is drenched in blood, and something is wrong.[break][break]

Faolan doesn't so much as acknowledge Temp before he's scrambling toward the living room, LIFE DEW already beading on the pads of his paws. Cillian barely notices the pressure against his neck. Droplets drip like tears onto damaged skin, knitting flesh but not cleansing the wound of its horrible death-black edge.[break][break]

Breaths come wet and ragged, and Faolan rolls Cillian onto his side until he's coughing bloody spittle.[break][break]

He's so tired.[break][break]

Faolan barks loudly in his ear, and Cillian scrunches his nose at the harsh sound. His ears ring, and his vision feels narrow when he cracks open his eyes. He coughs again and his whole chest aches with it, throat bubbling as he clears it. The taste of iron is thick on his tongue.[break][break]

Through blurred vision, he sees that brilliant golden shine. Like the eyes of an angel.[break][break]

Faolan barks again, breaking the pretty illusion with a spike of pain to his eardrums. He tries to push himself up but he's still too weak, slumping back against the shattered china cabinet with a groan.

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Faolan darts out of the room, chased by Tempest. He stays on the jackal's heels, watching as the Lucario works first aide on Cillian Quinn. He drops back down on his knees as more panic climbs up the back of his throat. The proper tang of blood has finally hit his taste-buds; the implications of it make him feel like he might vomit.[break][break]

The house shakes violently, a few pictures behind knocked off of walls. A struggling red and black wing slams over the broken window for a brief moment, throwing the room into further darkness. Black energy pulses just outside, the Dark Aura from it inspiring dread even from inside the walls of their home.[break][break]

Newly golden eyes only stare for a moment before snapping back down to Cillian's.[break][break]

His hands take Cillian's, gripping it tight as he leans over the other.[break][break]

"Don't die." He pleads, but the words are eaten by a sharp bark that makes him flinch.[break][break]

When Cillian tries to sit up, Tempest jumps to place firm hands behind his back and head, to keep him from further harm from the effort.

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Hands grip his, and some animal instinct sees him try to pull away. Though the fog in his mind blocks the memory of the past few minutes, the body remembers.[break][break]

He tries to murmur a quick, "Sorry," but it's slurred as if he'd just woken from a deep sleep.[break][break]

Strong arms cradle him softly, and his own golden gaze locks with that of his husband. He sees Tempest for who he is, even with the foreign lines upon his flesh and the strange glow.[break][break]

Comfort. Home.[break][break]

They're in danger, though. He knows that, too, for Faolan seems frantic and they're all covered in blood and fuck, there's broken glass all over the floor and rain pouring into the apartment and-[break][break]

Oh. The fight. The now-healed marks on Tempest's neck.[break][break]

His lip quivers. "You were dead."[break][break]

Pleading. For reassurance? Forgiveness?

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"Shhh." Is eased, gentle, from blood smeared lips.[break][break]

He tries to smooth his thumb over Cillian Quinn's brow, press away lines of tension. Even the movement feels hollow, though, sitting in the dark while the Mother of Storms floods their home with her fury. And Tempest is sure it is Lugia, now. The tense and feeble connection burning in the back of his mind is Yveltal. Her cold fury is from... was she losing?[break][break]

The threads are there. It's hard to grasp at them, imperfect from how fresh they are. Tempest feels like he could get swallowed up by it at any moment. If he thinks about it too much, tries to peer at it too closely within the veil of his mind, his head starts to ache dully.[break][break]

Cillian's voice pulls him from the spiral.[break][break]

"I was?" Questioned. But, unreasonable to ask someone still recovering from... whatever Tempest had done to him. When he strokes over Cillian, he seems stiff like stone. Though, it seems to be fading as Faolan works his healing.

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A broken sob tears from Cillian's throat.[break][break]

All the grief and pain he's experienced in the span of Temp's absence crashes over him like a wave.[break][break]

"I watched you die."[break][break]

He'd been angry, too. Angry that Temp had dared to break his promise. That he'd martyred himself. But without Lugia's corruption surging through him, Cillian's anger doesn't seem so important.[break][break]

It is guilt that he feels, unable to tear his gaze away from the claw marks around Temp's throat. Though it is the first time he's seen what scars his horrible claws can leave, there is no doubt that the blackened veins around the site of the injury are a reflection of his power.
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He realises for the first time with a stab of panic that he cannot feel Lugia at all. That there is a void in his chest, in his mind, and no matter how many times he's told Lugia in the past week that he doesn't want her anywhere near him, he doesn't want to feel so alone.[break][break]

He's crying. He can't stop, even though it saps at his minimal strength.[break][break]

"What happened? What did it do to you?"

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Lips part as if to reply. To refute. How could Tempest had died when he was sitting right here, alive?[break][break]

But only a soft puff of air comes out as he tries to remember.[break][break]

The last few hours had been a blur. He, Cillian Quinn, howard slayte, and Hitoshi Inoue had walked into the Borders. They had fought Yveltal. They were winning! Then... then... it gets fuzzy. He climbed up on Yveltal's back, gripped her head, and then... pain. He just remembers hurting. Then he was dark, and warm, and he was crying. He fell asleep.[break][break]

Then he was... how had he gotten here? He had walked, right?[break][break]

Tempest glanced down at himself. Mud was still streaked over his clothes, clumped on the ends of his pants and his shoes. He runs a hand down his chest, pauses when skin meets skin.[break][break]

A hole is ripped through where his heart should be. A puckered mark of knit-together flesh.[break][break]

Tempest looks down at his palm as if just now really seeing it. He has always had dark skin; both his parents sat very firmly on the 'dark skinned poc' scale, so that was not surprising. But the color of his palm, of his hand, was... unnatural. Black like it had been dipped in ink. A few red, faintly glowing marks like fractal burning running up his veins. Darker black lines similar to Yveltal's wings creep up the already darkened skin.[break][break]

"What... what did it do to me...?" Repeated, his voice like that of a wilting flower.[break][break]

He can feel the Infinity Energy burning in his veins. It is not like when he felt Lugia's. Now, Tempest understands what Cillian had always argued.[break][break]

Tempest jerks and crawls away as he gags, emptying the few contents of his stomach into a nearby potted plant.

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A hole in Temp's chest where his heart had been gored by Yveltal's horn. An undeniable reality of the truth that ghosts from Cillian's lips. You were dead. I watched you die.[break][break]

He had not watched him change. Dark metamorphosis. Where Cillian has embraced the corruption of shadow and his veins run purple-black with poison, Temp's dark skin carries the darker lines of Death's herald.[break][break]

"It chose you," he whispers.[break][break]

Horrified, where anyone else might've been proud.[break][break]

Because he knows that for Tempest, this is no blessing. This was no choice of his own. This was something inflicted upon him, a life saved with the expectation of-[break][break]

Cillian isn't sure he wants to know. Had Yveltal sent its chosen here to end the Harbinger's cursed existence? Had its plan merely failed when Temp's memory cleared? Cillian hates the distrust that worms through the back of his thoughts as he watches his husband vomit into a plant. It had been dying anyway, Cillian hasn't been keeping up with the gardening this past week, but it's a withered husk of what it should look like. Because Temp has drained it just as he'd drained Cillian.[break][break]

Am I safe with you?[break][break]

But he doesn't think he could bring himself to leave even if he wasn't too weak to stand. Seeing his husband again, even so different, is too sweet a promise.[break][break]

"How did you get here...?"[break][break]

Lugia bellows. THUNDER splits the heavens.[break][break]

"Yveltal's here," Cillian realises, horrified. He cannot feel what Temp does. "It'll try to kill her-"[break][break]

He tries to stand only to collapse again.

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The vomit is mostly acid. It burns when it comes up, stinking in a way that makes the eyes water. Tempest rubs the remains on the back of his hand and backs away from it, uneasy and nauseous.[break][break]

The connection, now that he is fully aware of it, burns in the back of his mind like a live-wire. Tempest wants to grab it and rip it out. He wants it to be gone.[break][break]

The feeling of it flickers colder, darker, a quiet resignation with the fury. There is no fear there. Death does not die. In this instance, though, it could be paused. Yveltal was tired. Almost as tired as Tempest had been upon waking up. Groggy and hungry from the cocoon, energy further sapped from creating as shard to keep balance.[break][break]

Tempest rubs his hand down his face and groans, shaking his head to try and clear the muddled, overlapping thoughts. They make him sick. He knows he can't throw anything else up to appease his stomach.[break][break]

"She's losing." The she being Yveltal, this time. Tempest does not know why he associates 'her' with the Destruction pokemon.[break][break]

His vision starts to double, head hurting. All at once, Tempest pushes himself to wobbly feet. He glances over at Faolan for help before holding his hand out to help Cillian Quinn up.[break][break]

"We gotta... stop them." The results would be disastrous if they didn't. "She's going to cocoon again if we don't."

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"No." Cillian's voice breaks around the word. "She can't."[break][break]

He doesn't realise that this time, Tempest is referring to his own patron. The screams of pain and rage from the warring legendries are too hard for him to parse, and Cillian feels blind and deaf without the psychic connection he'd willingly rejected.[break][break]

He hadn't rejected the bond, however, and his heart wrenches with a different sort of grief when he can't summon the SHADOW MIASMA.[break][break]

Was Lugia too weak to maintain the connection?[break][break]

Or has she abandoned me?[break][break]

Cillian can't stand on his own, but this time he doesn't shy from the death-black hand that reaches for him. He grips it with all of his meager strength and while it is far from graceful, manages to steady his weight against the cabinet that had broken his initial fall. Glass shards slice the bottom of his feet and he looks down to see shattered horse figurines, one of the unicorns intact but for a broken horn.[break][break]

His head is spinning, but determination spurs him onward. He had to help Lugia. Even if she'd abandoned him when he needed her most, he wouldn't do the same.[break][break]

"Fire escape," he gasps.[break][break]

He staggers several steps toward the front door before an irate Faolan shoves a pokeball into his shaky fingers. Cillian's brow furrows before he recognizes the small seal that differentiates it from the others. His Dhelmise.[break][break]

"Fuck, what am I doing?" He blinks his thanks at the jackal, then sends out the accursed anchor whose PHANTOM FORCE can tear a portal through reality and to the roof. As soon as he steps through it, though, Cillian loses his balance amidst strong winds without the support of the cabinet. The ground pitches up to meet him, and Cillian collides hard with the cracked concrete of the roof.[break][break]

"Lugia!" His desperate plea is swallowed by a SHADOW STORM.[break][break]

Feet away, the Diving Pokemon has Destruction pinned beneath her weight, jagged teeth mere inches from Death's throat. Triumph burns in her ruby eyes.

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She can't, Tempest silently agrees, not realizing that wires are crossed between them. All he can imagine in the cocoon pulling itself together on top of their building. The Destruction pokemon sucking the life from every living creature in this small corner of the town.[break][break]

Tempest is ready to charge into the fire escape, only stopped by Faolan's bark. He follows Cillian Quinn through the Phantom Force, his own feet slipping on the slick concrete of the rooftop from the rain. A corner of the roof has been broken off. Yveltal's beak is open, panting, glaring upwards at the Storm Mother above her.[break][break]

He flinches to help Cillian up; from this close the overlapping emotions feel stronger. It feels uncanny. To look upon Yveltal's body, his enemy, his warped savior. Her gaze slides over to the two humans as they appear.[break][break]

"Lugia! Stop!" His voice is not quite enough to rise above the storm, much like Cillian's.[break][break]

But something else does.[break][break]

The air tenses, the veins of Tempest's body shining red, his eyes flashing to the same bright electric blue as his patron's. Idle sparks of red lighting would flicker around Lugia's body. Harmless, except for the intense pit of dread that would surely open in the Sea Guardian's belly.[break][break]

Marked for Death. Unintentional.[break][break]

Tempest seems dazed after the glowing fades from his body. He slumps forward, catching himself barely to stay sitting up, scraping his palms. A wave of dizziness having overcome him makes him fall, makes his vision swim as it struggles to make sense of what he sees.

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Red lightning arcs around Lugia's flared wings.[break][break]

"No!" Cillian cries out, eyes wide with panic and desperation. He doesn't know what it means, what his husband has done, but he recognizes Yveltal's dark influence in the bloody lines that pulse across the Sanguivore's skin. "Temp, leave her alone!"[break][break]

He is not the only one who notices.[break][break]

Without the bonds of Avatarship to soften its effects, the PRESSURE is overwhelming. It intensifies with Lugia's rising panic, and the mother of shadows abandons her prey to swing around and face her attacker.
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Ruby eyes narrow on Temp with intent.[break][break]

Cillian yanks his husband down toward him and out of the way as the THUNDER slams down on the roof where Temp had been standing, leaving a great black stain upon the concrete.[break][break]

She sees him, then, and her red eyes widen as they lock with Cillian's gold.[break][break]

Instead of lightning, the Harbinger is struck by a lance of INFINITY ENERGY. It courses through him with an intensity that hurts, veins burning purple-black and eyes darkening to deep violet as the connection she'd severed to stop Temp from draining the last of his life is returned. PRESSURE lessens as Cillian pants, fingers sharpening to black claws that scrape against stone.[break][break]

He's too weak to block her out as he'd done for days now, and the mixture of fear, fury, and concern is nigh impossible to disentangle from his own emotions, at first.[break][break]

Don't hurt him. He's too overwhelmed to speak the words; the storm would steal them regardless. Please don't take him from me again.[break][break]

Lugia returns her attention to Yveltal, claws still sunk into Death's flesh. Her gaze is full of hatred and contempt, and for a moment Cillian thinks she'll finish what she'd started.[break][break]

RELEASE YOUR HOLD UPON HIM, INTERLOPER.

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Cillian Quinn is all that saves him from being a pile of soot to be washed away by the storm. He flinches as the heat of it still manages to burn his skin from proximity.[break][break]

"No, I didn't- I didn't do anything!" Tempest tried to defend himself, panic in gold eyes as they meet stark red. It's pleading, desperate, even if he knows as much as they that it is a lie. Just the final ringing of him denying a truth he did not want to face.[break][break]

One, Tempest had felt a strange comfort in the Pressure that Lugia provided. Now he only feels pinned down and weak.[break][break]

Yveltal stares up at Lugia unflinching despite the position the two of them are in.[break][break]

you hold no sway over me, abomination.

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It ripples in their minds, much like Lugia's. A soft, hissing whisper. The sensation of your eyes adjusting to the dark after a light is turned off. The last breath that tickles in the back of your throat. Death came for everything. It's presence was enough to linger in the back of the mind without the force of harsh, loud words.[break][break]

you only draw breath due to it.

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The 'it' is implied to be, through the vague connection, Tempest.[break][break]

Aforementioned man winces, shoulders hunching from his spot on the ground. Tempest can feel Yveltal's gaze burning into him. He looks away, ashamed.

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Cillian's eyes reflect the twinge of betrayal as Temp denies what they all know to be true. That lightning had only arced around the Guardian when Temp had called out to her.[break][break]

He's confused, Cillian tries to justify, but still feels the need to defend his patron.[break][break]

A new voice fills the Harbinger's mind, one that makes his skin crawl and breath catch. It is so different from the proud, deep rumble of Shadow Lugia's telepathic timbre. It whispers in the back of his thoughts, quiet and unmistakable. He doesn't have the strength to block it out.[break][break]

He understands the implications of Death's words with dawning horror.[break][break]

If Yveltal severed her connection with Tempest, he would die. And if they forced her back into her regenerative cocoon, that would likely break her connection to an Avatar.[break][break]

Cillian can feel Lugia's shifting emotions as she processes.[break][break]

"NO!" he snarls aloud, and this time the storm doesn't manage to steal his voice. It stills, instead, as the Guardian appraises her Harbinger. "DON'T YOU DARE!"[break][break]

His whole jaw trembles beneath the grief that threatens him. Lugia had already sacrificed Tempest's life once — but that had been to save the lives of her chosen and his allies. To close her jaws around Yveltal's throat now would only snuff one life, and save none.[break][break]

THIS INTRUDER WILL END YOUR LIFE WHILE YOUR BACK IS TURNED. HE HAS ALREADY TRIED. Cillian is conscious of the pulsing pain in his throat. WE ARE BETTER OFF-[break][break]

"If you kill him, you'll lose me, too."[break][break]

A line in the sand.

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i do not need a puppet to kill you, abomination.

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It cuts into the argument between Cillian Quinn and Lugia like a knife, slick and clean as it makes room for itself. Tempest only sits quiet, eyes far away as he stares at the ground in front of him. At some point his hands had raised to bury in his own hair, tugging the strands at the scalp. Cillian would recognize it as a self-soothing motion, one that Tempest had only assumed a few times in the history of their relationship. [break][break]

Yveltal turns her eyes upon Cillian. She does not blink as she stares into his soul.[break][break]

your chosen is not worth trickery. look at how weak it is. it was starving.

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Yveltal's cadence was hard to parse, but the first 'it' being Cillian and the second being Tempest. Those eyes seem to burn into Cillian's throat, eying the mark left behind by hungry teeth. There would almost be pride there, if she were capable of such a thing.[break][break]

"Cillian." Now, Tempest speaks up. He keeps looking at the ground. His grip tightens in his hair, knuckles white, while eyes glaze over. "I don't want to be like this." It's firmer than it should be. Both for what he is arguing for as well as how his voice shakes under each word.

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