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Alone

Who: Shouto and Allen + Dabi
What: June Event Prompt One. A few hours after THIS.
When: June 8th.
Where: The Farther Shores a mile away from the cherry blossom tree.

“Alone”

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

The nightmares started in April with the death of a friend.

Lying in a pool of Paleblood, clinging to the dying, the first seeds of corruption sank their teeth into his heart spreading doubt and fear. His brother's warm presence that first night kept him from spiraling to that end that forms every Beast in Trench. The next day, it was Amaterasu's guardian sapling that kept his nightmares at bay. He slept under the tranquil aura of the cherry blossom while he waited for his friend's return. For a week, it's calming influence kept his corruption levels low. Afterwards, it was Allen's kind and radiant presence in his home that maintained the sapling's work. It was only after Allen moved into Sancturary and Shouto returned to active duty with the Hunters that his levels started to rise. His omen kept strict watch on his levels waging war every time corruption started to spread, sending him back to the guardian sapling when his levels rose.

It usually happened late at night when his dreams turned against him, and he woke up in a frozen room with his heart beating frantically in his chest. He clung to Kizu those nights, burying his face into the snow leopards winter coat, finding solace in the cold. Ice crept past his sheets those mornings, covering both Sleeper and omen in a layer of frost. Yet, he managed to keep himself together. Foregoing sleep for more shifts with the Hunters until exhaustion forced him into a dreamless sleep after a few days.

Keeping his corruption to manageble levels was easier in the presence of his friends. His deep connection with them, kept the dark thoughts from finding purchase in his mind. Maybe that's why he spent so much time with them that second month after Allen's death. Accepting their invitations more readily, joining them for dinner, walking them home, going to parties. Their presence gave him a safe heaven, a place where dark thoughts didn't press on his mind, a respite from the nightmares. So, he slept, taking naps at every turn. Somehow, he managed to keep his corruption levels from spiraling out of control up until June when the demon arrived.

Prime for a takevoer, the demon found him in the midst of another nightmare and latched onto him the first day with Kizu nonethe wiser. It fed on him, plagued his every dream until his body couldn't keep up anymore and he stopped patrolling altogether on day five too tired to complete his rounds. Scrapes and bruises started appearing on his skin on day seven, and on day eight it sent him into a nightmare so frantic he lost control of his quirk, burning his surroundings. Terror set in then, afraid of himself unaware of his rising corruption levels. With the demon clinging to his back, his thoughts turned dark too quickly. Afraid, Shouto sought out his friends and found Allen's network post from a few weeks ago and he replied in search of a familiar face.

A hero agency.

The concept reminded him so much of home it eased some of the terror from his heart. Already feeling a little better, Shouto couldn't help but respond to ask him about his plans, offer his help. It'd give him an excuse to see him in person instead of conversing through the omini as they usually did these days, but the conversation turned sour when the Hunters were mentioned.

Dark thoughts crept into his mind so quickly, spreading like a disease. The demon was fully grown and it's influence more acute. Well fed, it was bigger than him now. The demon dug its claws into him, influencing his thoughts, turning them against him when the omen interfered but it was too late. It had grown too strong, held far too much influence and plunges him into a nightmare long before he reaches the guardian sapling.

When Allen arrives at the cherry blossom tree on the Farther shores, he'll find it empty. If he looks around, he might find a strange sight about a mile away. Upon inspection, he'll come across a glacier jutting out of the black sands, three stories high, and at it's center - at the level of the sand - lies an unmoving figure distorted by ice.

Shouto lies sleeping on the black sands, covered in frost, within an open space at the center of the glacier, cut off from the world. The demon clings to him, feeding readily while the carbon dioxide levels slowly increase.

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[ There is such a sickening sort of irony to be had in all of it, Allen who has felt troubled and a touch guilty for the last couple weeks since everything started happening all at once. Discovering Amaterasu's tree at the old ruined monastery, getting caught up in everyone's hopes, realizing something might actually be able to be done to make a difference and he could help, Sansa giving him all the right nudges to make him feel obligated to take such a mantle on while also supporting him... it was a whirlwind he got caught up in that he still isn't sure how to process, and...

And in the process he let himself be blinded by all that and forgot something important. Again.

He had even admitted being afraid of as much to Viktor. "Somehow I feel like it was the wrong decision even if it was also the right one, moving here." The distracting, empty feeling he'd had when Sansa brought him things for his room he'd tried to brush aside. Even if that was always going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, his staying with Shouto was temporary while he was recovering; he wouldn't want to be a bother and overstay his welcome after all. Except... part of him recognized that wasn't quite right, either. That his being there helped Shouto in a way as well, otherwise he wouldn't have even stayed as long as he did. That there was still lingering damage from all the events leading up to his death; grief is insidious like that. It's the literal story of Allen's own world.

Part of him knew. And it's why he said "And I can't help but feel it was a bad idea to leave him there alone after everything that happened." But this, that abrupt conversation that spun so quickly out of control...

You've been suffering, haven't you? And he wasn't there to see or do anything about it. That's what's on his thoughts as he races through town as quickly as he can, feeling maddeningly slow from the limitation of his crutches he's only recently graduated to using. Replaying that conversation and just how much he should have reached out more, how he should have tried to drop by in person to say hi and not just rely on communicating through Tim... every coulda, woulda, shoulda over and over. Shit.

Finding no one there at the tree is when he starts to realize maybe things are a lot worse even than he thought, though, as he also comes up short on having any other ideas where he could be. Were it not for the massive glacier in the distance that Tim tugs him towards, and Allen goes a little still as he tries to process what he's seeing so far off. ]

Tim, is that...? [ He doesn't need to wait for Timcanpy's confirming look, the dread creeping into his tone clicks into place and he's off running. Yes, running. Dropped his crutches where he stood and invoked his Crown Clown, ribbons from his cloak binding along his legs. It probably hurts tremendously, pushing them to a strain he's not yet ready for, but he doesn't care and it passes in a panicked blur anyway. Especially when he's about two thirds of the way there, and a buzzing ache that begins in his left eye, leaving him more startled even than the sight of the glacier. The curse coming alive as his left eyes washes black and red, focusing in on that distant pinprick. Not the ice, but inside the ice... Fuck, that was... Beast? Which is nauseating. Can't think about it. Can't think period.

The time it takes to reach the ice melts away though and he slams into it when he gets there. Tendrils of his cloak whipping out and burying themselves into it when he's close enough so he can yank himself forward with greater speed and strength and digging the long bladed claws of his left hand in deep both for purchase and in dread. He pounds on the ice with his right hand. ]

Shouto! [ Slamming his hand against the ice again, harder. Trying to reach him, or see. That figure inside, distorted in such a way he can't see it properly but that his left eye sees the dark and corrupted spiritual outline of so very clearly...

One that screams to his instincts Beast. ]

Can you hear me? Shouto!

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[ Cracks form where the ribbons slam into the ice spreading with the constant pounding at the cliff-face dislodging shards of ice that strike down the offender. The long-bladed claws that dig themselves into the glacier mass soon breach the hollow space in the center weakening the walls surrounding the sleeping figure. A loud - CRACK! - rips through the solid mass deforming the thawing ice in the summer night.

Ice chunks sheared off by the bladed claws hit the demon and the sleeping figure spasms from the pain, dragging him from the nightmare world of blood and terror. Chunks of ice, three feet wide and heavy, keep crashing down on the groggy figure who instinctively rolls away. Catching the faint sound of his name, dampened by the thickness of the ice, Shouto lifts a muddled head. Exhausted, he touches the groaning wall of ice making out a figure on the other side. He can't see them, but he recognizes the voice. ]

Al-- Allen?

[ Trapped by ice, he instinctively activates his left side melting through it too drained to recognize the fault in his action. The warming on the inside happens too quickly, causing the ice to rapidly expand, creating a chain reaction. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The pressure rips the solid mass in half and the walls buckle under their own weight, caving in on themselves. ]

Edited 2022-06-20 17:06 (UTC)

[ ! It was weaker than he thought. Crap, though his next move if that hadn't worked would have been to try and blast through and get to him before it started to collapse. But he's still himself, he hasn't become a Beast. Which means...

He doesn't know Shouto started to melt the ice from inside, just heard his voice before the entire structure begins to crack through and he realizes a timer has started. Being berated by chunks and shards of ice shorn off from his half-intended assault on the outside aside, something he shrugs off with a momentary staggering as bruises he doesn't care about thanks to his cloak, he raises his left hand up then, power vibrating through his claws in a palpable building wave. Something he releases in an explosive upward slash, carefully aimed away from the figure inside, with a force that can pulverize stone. Gotta destroy what ice he can safely and clear a path before it collapses, even if probably won't have time to get them both out...

He leaps up nimbly into the space cleared by his attack, quick as a wink amidst ice blasted into snow and chunks that continue to fall. There's no time, so... punching through whatever ice remained in the way, he leaps directly to Shouto in the small hollow space, skidding and dropping into a low protective crouch over him as one leg swings wide around him and the other stays firmly planted to the other side. A crackling billow of light and white as his cloak spreads wide above them and seems to momentarily hang in the air, even as his eye pulses agonizingly with a heartbeat not his own at being so close to the thing it senses right there, right underneath him, right in his face. BeastBeastBeastBeast...

Taking a breath as he knows he has no time to figure it out or pull them out, he braces as his cloak hardens and winds itself into a protective shell around them and tucks in. ]

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[ His heart circulates the heat generated from his left side, and soon his entire form emits that destabilizes heat, forcing the ice to expand well beyond its limits. Half-spent feeding the demon while caught up in that nightmare, Shouto ignores the thundering sound that snaps through the glacial mass and continues to melt his way through, focusing on the figure on the other side. Questions like - Where am I? Why is Allen here? Where's Kizu? - get shoved to the side in favor of getting out of the collapsing tower of ice.

The demon continues to siphon off his energy, looking like a mass of darkness attached to his back. With its legs firmly wrapped around his waist, he's forced to carry the extra bulk, slowing his movements. An explosion then rocks the foundation of the tower, dropping down large segments of ice that quickly turn to steam the closer they reach the figure below who keeps his eyes focused on-- Where is he?!

A loud noise draws his head up, catching sight of Allen crashing in from above. A spike of joy flits through him, stoppering the energy feeding the demon. In a moment of clarity, he remembers he's still hot, broiling, and flashes of his nightmares come to life, cutting off his quirk before Allen reaches the bottom.

With his arrival comes a smattering of ice chunks that no longer burn up from the sheer heat of his quirk. One of them comes crashing down on the crown of his head, knocking him down. He lands on hands and knees, head swimming from the impact revealing the massive demon clinging to his back. Bursts of light start to pop in front of his eyes in every shade of the rainbow. Blood drips onto the ground, red at first, then silver as it catches the moonlight.

On either side of him, he catches sight of Allen's boots. Stance spread wide, ready to brace for what comes next. What is he... The sound of an avalanche roaring down on top of them clues him in. ]

Allen... don't move.

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[ Said faintly, voice scratchy like something's lodged in his throat. Doesn't matter. He can barely see through the blood, but it's enough to catch sight of what he's after. Reaching forward he sets his hand on top of a large segment of ice connected to the crumbling walls. Expelling another bout of energy, he swings right. Ice pours from his hand, refreezing the slab, hitting the wall, and making the climb. It freezes everything in its path, catching the tumbling mass in its snare and incorporating it into the new architecture. The result isn't pretty, but it's solid, enough to keep the tower from crushing them outright. When he stops hearing the walls cracking, Shouto lets go of his quirk.

Pushing against the ground with shivering arms, he stumbles back, landing on his ass with legs spread wide. He breathes out a mist of cold and tips back his head to look at Allen looking like a complete disaster with his left eye shut against the fresh blood still dribbling down his collar, disappearing into his uniform. Behind him, the demon stares at that eye, watching it closely as its razor-sharp claws inch deeper into his throat in clear warning.

He's mine. ]

Are you... okay?

[ Voice still faint, he forms the words despite the itch in his throat before reaching for one of his canisters. Unclips it, pops open the top and starts cleaning up the blood on his face. ]

[ Braced as he was with Crown Clown around them as a shield, Allen blinks in some surprise to not only not feel a thundering avalanche of ice pummeling itself against his back and burying them, but to not hear it coming in behind him anymore at all. Eh? That was because--?

Following Shouto's hand to the ice he had touched, he lets out a breath that's somewhere between amazed and irritated. Idiot, stop exerting yourself, he'd chide almost, mixed in with a surge of relief that he was that much himself still, if his attention wasn't on something far more horrifying. Yes, Shouto was there, was himself, and yet the thing that's clinging to his back as he rolls himself over, that's staring back at Allen with such quiet malice... ]

[ He'd answer him, help him clean up the blood, help get them both out of here -- except for that thing with its claws to his throat. Which is why he reaches with his right hand for the wrist of his left. Pulls from it the giant exorcising blade housed there in a burst of transformative light, and swings it backwards in broad upward sweep and a whoosh of chilled air. Humming with radiant power that makes the air dance and fills the entirety of their space with its presence and his billowed cloak. ]

Please don't move either. [ The words are polite, but his tone is clipped and stern. Soft-spoken as ever but deadly serious, as his eyes are focused not on Shouto but the demon staring back at him.

Doesn't move a muscle, realizing its unspoken words, but he grips the hilt of his sword held in warning above harder in response. My ass he is. ]

How long...

[ His throat starts to tighten, and his jaw works for a moment before he continues. His normally quiet voice rising and building in crescendo, twisting in a mix of rage and anguish at the sight of them both. ]

...how long has that thing been on your back?

[ His question is met with a familiar huff leaving him to continue his work cleaning up the blood. Wary of exacerbating his corruption, he works fast unaware of the pointed look Allen throws just past his shoulder until he feels that sword come to life, radiating an electric hum that feels like a punch to his senses. He holds his breath within his chest, flinching when he swings that broad sword upward too shocked to defend himself.

He stares, so utterly confused, looking up at Allen with that broad sword held at the ready, waiting for judgment. His fingers dig themselves into the black sand, limbs trembling with the sudden infusion of adrenaline he does nothing with unwilling to attack. Kizu is held at bay, raging against the confines of her prison, trapped within his ribcage. ]

... What's wrong?

[ Barely audible, it's all he can push past those claws digging into his throat. What are you looking at? He wants to ask. What are you seeing?

He can feel that thousand-mile stare brush past him just to his left and follows its trajectory. He turns his head slowly, over his shoulder, and stares directly at the demon. He sees nothing but ice. Feels a slight twinge at his cheek but that could also be his heart pounding in his chest from unclaimed adrenaline running through his veins or Kizu throwing herself at his ribcage demanding to be set free.

Presented with fresh blood, a forked tongue flicks out of the shadowy haze licking it off his cheek, claiming its share. The demon greets that deadly stare with a wicked smile that shows off razor-sharp teeth gleaming silver in the moonlight. ]

Mine.

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[ It double-down on its claim, and Shouto turns his head back to Allen, no less confused, but finding a calm within himself to weather the storm. He slowly releases that breath and swallows thickly past the dryness in his throat. He trusts him, even if he can't find an explanation right now, he trusts him. Meets that clipped tone with steady eyes, catching the way his jaw tightens under the strain of... what? What's wrong? He tries and fails to follow Allen's train of thought but doesn't dismiss it. On his back?

He turns his head around a second time, faster than the last. Peers over shoulders this time, down his back. Ice still clings to him, but there's nothing there he can see and it worries him. Didn't he once say he could see the corrupted souls? Was he... seeing him. Like Touya? The demon exacerbates that feeling of exposure while that forked tongue licks up more blood. In its intoxication, it becomes more corporeal revealing a humanoid creature with dark scales. It sucks at the blood within reach, drinking it with as much enthusiasm as a newly minted drug addict.

Shouto turns back to Allen. ]

What thing?

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[ He can't see it. Allen's brows furrow at that, conflicted, as his mismatched pale and red-glowing eyes flicker between Shouto's and the demon in hesitation. Back and forth, and he grits his teeth when it licks the blood away, his sword arm shaking for a moment from trembled rage. Not yours, but he isn't going to dignify that with a response. But his posture tightens, every muscle tensed and instinct screaming to strike.

Not like a Beast. Not like any normal one at least; there's no soul in there that he can see, although he senses something like it, maybe the past remnants of one and something long withered now. No plaintive suffering of another-- just malice. He'd found small, shadowy creatures that were weak and clinging to the backs of people more and more over the last few days, strange things his eye had also screamed "Beast" for but were intangible wraiths that were easy to cleanse but he wondered about... but this thing?

A demon. An actual demon.

He swallows. ]

...do you trust me?

[ His gaze, looking down at Shouto and choosing to ignore the demon's leer for now, is gentler. Apologetic, tormented, conflicted-- but still determined. If I choose to do this, it could be really dangerous... And yet, as his stomach churns in revulsion from the creature lapping at and painting itself with the blood in giddy abandon--he finds that determination easier, and redoubles the grip on his sword. Keeps his stance wide and low, the blade swung back high.

It's a bad choice but there isn't any other. ]

When I say that I see something terrible on your back... [ it's low, soft, and serious ] ...do you trust me?

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[ The demon bathed in pools of Paleblood in his nightmares, yet it never imagined the real thing could be just as sweet. It's addictive like his dreams. Nightmares so sweet, it grew fat from indulging in his screams. Fire and ice. Ash mixed with snow. Decadent morsels at every turn, it grew and grew and grew, winding itself so tightly into his psyche they've become one.

Sleeper and omen. Sleeper and demon.

Do you trust me?

Grey and teal meet grey and red.

Instead of answering he watches Allen's hesitation. Too many thoughts flash through his eyes, one after the other, zipping by before settling his resolve.

It's selfish, isn't it? To put this all on him? Kizu crashes against her prison, held back by the desires of a heart finally settling on what it wants. They both know what comes next. Saw it unfold when Allen ran his brother through with that same sword. It's better this way. Let it end, how it started. A storm brews inside him, Sleeper and omen, in conflict, but this time he takes the reins. I'm sorry. I always made you take the lead. This is why his brother hates him, isn't it? Weak and pathetic always following someone else's lead, even his omens. This time, please follow my lead.

Despite the warning not to move and that sword still held high, ready to strike him down should he disobey, Shouto starts to rise. He stumbles a little at first, feeling unbalanced, but makes it back to his feet in the end.

I trust him. Please trust him too.

Standing before him on equal ground, Shouto meets his eyes with calm acceptance. ]

I believe you. Please cut it out.

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[ When he doesn't answer him at first and begins to stand instead, forcing Allen to step back a pace and straighten a little as well, there's a briefly vulnerable sort of flicker in his pale grey eye. Uncertain, as if being briefly afraid of what that answer might be. Of what it might be again.

So when he says "I believe you," Allen lets out a shaky sort of breath that fogs in the chilled air lightly. Eyes softer for a moment as he meets the other boy's calm stare, before he gives a small nod and steels himself once again. ]

Alright. [ He adjusts his grip, the small cross dangling from the hilt clinking faintly as he does so. His voice stays gentle though, a myriad of small things flickering across his face in an expression that's ultimately accepting too. There's a bit of sweat on his brow, but that's the only uncertainty he'll let himself feel. One eye on Shouto, one eye on the demon as it's still lost itself in its drunken feeding.

Tim... if this doesn't go well... you know what to do. ]

I'm sorry... [ He lets his eyes close for a moment, so very gentle in demeanor that he radiates none of the violence one would expect from someone prepared to strike with such a sword.

I'm sorry I left you on your own with this. ]

I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. [ Eyes snap open and he moves.

Not his body or his sword at first. Not radiating one ounce of battle intent while the demon seems distracted, ribbons from his cloak whip out again and this time bind 'round what appendages of the creature they can, soft and supply as they weave themselves in the air before pulling tight. It might not be entirely physical in this world but neither is Crown Clown, existing in the spiritual as well. Hand or wrists if he can, to pull those claws at his neck away or at least hold them steady. Don't flaunt your threats.

In the same breath he twists his wrist, twirling his sword around as easily as a baton to bring the point to bear... the sword that can only harm "that which is evil", that would cleanse the corruption in "human" flesh as gentle as a breeze while searing entities made of darkness with cold-burning radiance... and, putting aside the rising knot in his stomach-- plunges it straight through the both of them. Shouto and demon, friend and foe.

One strike flooded with so much care it's violent, to the core. ]

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[ Unflinching, he submits himself to judgment and greets the broad sword with tones of peace and acceptance. ]

Sorry, I made you do this.

[ Who he's talking to - Allen or Kizu - is unclear, but the omen balks at the apology. A new horizon shapes itself before her, and she grows frantic at the prospect. No longer free to roam, bound by orders, caged within her haven. The twisted logic burrows itself into her psyche, where corruption takes root. Fueled by the blood he never had the chance to clean. It feeds the demon entangled in his psyche, corrupting his omen. Corrupting him. With Allen there, Shouto staves off its influence a little longer, but Kizu doesn't have that luxury. Shunned by her Sleeper, it embeds itself within her, corrupting them, raising his levels past mid-tear for the first time.

Salvation comes in the form of a sword.

It cuts through him, carving out the evil from root to stem. First, the corruption, old and new, Allen saves the duo from Beasthood. Then the demon, the one neither of them caught, feeding off of him, inciting his nightmares. The sword rams straight through it too.

A heartbeat passes.

The stabbing pressure around his neck abruptly slackens.

Another beat.

The stomach wound becomes unbearable. His mouth twists, grimacing at the very real pain of being stabbed, but there's no wound, no blood to mar the moment.

A third beat.

Kizu, quenched of her corruption, wavers with doubt, so very hesitant, wondering if she was wrong. ]

Edited 2022-06-21 06:03 (UTC)

MINE!

[ Allen's sword fails to cut the demon from its treasure horde.

Shouto's heartbeat shoots up, the clamor of Kizu's rage unmatched when he starts screaming. Clutching at his bleeding head, fingers digging into his scalp. The monster in the pit roars with murderous triumph. Reckless, savage, maddened by rage. Born of nightmares uncontested, it ravages his psyche with malice and spite, setting his mind ablaze. Setting him ablaze, reaching temperatures unmatched in a fraction of a second causing an explosive expansion of air that sends a shockwave through the tower of ice, bursting it from the inside out in a sonic boom. ]

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[ "Sorry, I made you do this"? He's confused a bit by that too, though dwelling on it will have to come another time. In the meantime he holds fast his sword hand and heart both as he stabs clean through, as the thing he wouldn't easily admit is... that it scares him a little, honestly. Using his sword on a friend. He understood how his sword worked fully in his past life, but he doesn't understand it fully here. Doesn't understand all the myriad of different ways creatures can be corrupted and dark, how they can be "evil", and the lingering concern he sometimes has...

...what, here, might react similarly as when he tries to cut the Noah from a person?

Something about that demon's face and its malicious glee triggered some red flag in his mind. Something he probably should have listened to, even if that wouldn't have made a difference in action. But when Shouto starts screaming... doubled over, clutching at his head screaming like Tyki had screamed, like Allen had screamed... ]

Shouto?!? [ He whips back in startled terror, yanking his sword clear as the demon's voice booms again in victory, but it isn't soon enough. He's left wide open, stunned by his own horror over what he's done ( Was he not strong enough? Was it embedded into his soul somehow?), though even if weren't caught flat-footed he wouldn't be able to react quickly enough to realize what's about to happen. The first lick of flame appears and he realizes just how bad this is-- except it's far worse than even that.

Shit. He throws the sword aside and reaches out to the other boy, his cloak whipping itself up as if on its own. ]

Sho— [ Except Shouto bursts into literal flame in a way unlike even when he's lost control of his Quirk before, and Allen's voice is swallowed up by a boom he doesn't understand, so silent yet deafening that he can't hear himself, can't hear anything except the sudden excruciating pain in his head that's somehow audible as he's thrown back. Caught too off guard to protect himself as the ends of his own hair are lit on fire and there isn't even a sense of burning so much as his face and neck being seared, and the pain of it doesn't fully hit him yet.

Knocked clear off his feet, he lands in a smoldering pile of luminous white that's briefly motionless. ]

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