[ blood spills in a torrent from his opened chest. he hears a scream. faintly, he knows that it is her, but he cannot process or consider it past the bitter, burning cold reaching into him, encasing his heart, freezing the breath stuttering from his lungs. he cannot see anything but the blur of movement around him, the vivid focus of the frost giant's crimson eyes alight with malice and delight.
whatever is left of his blood hardens in his veins. his pulse ceases with a few excruciating beats, the branching of dark veins climbing from the black of his frostbite up his neck. he feels the graying of his skin, the desiccation like a familiar poison, like an old enemy claiming its hungry vengeance.
it feels as if he is dying, but he knows that can't be so.
what does he know, in this place?
he hopes she doesn't come for him. he hopes she stays away. those are his last thoughts before oblivion starts to takes him, before he's released like heavy weight. he does not feel the floor underneath him. he does not see the frost giant lifting his foot to bring it down on him —
cw character almost death-ish
whatever is left of his blood hardens in his veins. his pulse ceases with a few excruciating beats, the branching of dark veins climbing from the black of his frostbite up his neck. he feels the graying of his skin, the desiccation like a familiar poison, like an old enemy claiming its hungry vengeance.
it feels as if he is dying, but he knows that can't be so.
what does he know, in this place?
he hopes she doesn't come for him. he hopes she stays away. those are his last thoughts before oblivion starts to takes him, before he's released like heavy weight. he does not feel the floor underneath him. he does not see the frost giant lifting his foot to bring it down on him —
to deal the final blow — ]