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He lay there somewhere between living and dying, clinging to that thread that held him there. Wishing for the pain and agony to cease...yet it still rippled through his entire body.
He could still hear the sounds of the battle raging overhead. Could still hear the moans and cries of his fellow snatchers around him...dying or dead, he didn't know which.
His grey-blue eyes were open, focused on nothing. Yet still he clung to that thread...hoping. He heard footsteps lightly splashing in the water, coming near to where he lay, and soon he saw a figure hovering above him, looking down in deep and utter sadness at his broken body lying half on the rocks, half in the water.
He stretched out a shaking hand to them, groaning as the pain ripped through him, tears running down his cheeks. For a moment the figure above him did nothing, but stand and look, though soon they knelt beside him.
"Please." He whispered hoarsely.
He heard a soft, cooing voice speaking to him...than a hand against his cheek, gently wiping the tears away, tenderly stroking his skin.
"Scabior," the voice cooed softly, "Your time here is finished."
And still he tried clinging to that thread that held him between living and dying.
"It is time for you to sleep, my love..."
He felt lips brush over his forehead....he whimpered softly as the thread snapped, releasing him from the inbetween world of living and dying. And for a tiny breath of a second, before he closed his eyes, he heard the voice whisper...
"Goodnight, Scabior."
He could still hear the sounds of the battle raging overhead. Could still hear the moans and cries of his fellow snatchers around him...dying or dead, he didn't know which.
His grey-blue eyes were open, focused on nothing. Yet still he clung to that thread...hoping. He heard footsteps lightly splashing in the water, coming near to where he lay, and soon he saw a figure hovering above him, looking down in deep and utter sadness at his broken body lying half on the rocks, half in the water.
He stretched out a shaking hand to them, groaning as the pain ripped through him, tears running down his cheeks. For a moment the figure above him did nothing, but stand and look, though soon they knelt beside him.
"Please." He whispered hoarsely.
He heard a soft, cooing voice speaking to him...than a hand against his cheek, gently wiping the tears away, tenderly stroking his skin.
"Scabior," the voice cooed softly, "Your time here is finished."
And still he tried clinging to that thread that held him between living and dying.
"It is time for you to sleep, my love..."
He felt lips brush over his forehead....he whimpered softly as the thread snapped, releasing him from the inbetween world of living and dying. And for a tiny breath of a second, before he closed his eyes, he heard the voice whisper...
"Goodnight, Scabior."
Just something I needed to get out of my head. *sniffles*
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wooooooooooow tats so awsome OqO i totaly love scabior lol i even draw hes portaits on my DA profile xDDD but this is just awsome i dont want him to die nooooooooo.....
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