[ It is nothing like Yuri's fall from Zaude, in the end.
Flynn lived in the teeth of those warnings for weeks, trying everything he could reasonably think of short of banning Yuri from this fight (which wouldn't have worked anyway, because Yuri is Yuri, and he can never leave well enough alone) to make sure that the salt-soaked terror of those dreams didn't come true. Death doesn't count here, but Flynn has been through that, has felt himself fade from the world, and he wouldn't wish it on Yuri for anything. Yuri needs to live, and that is that. Non-negotiable, a point of truth so strong that Flynn orients himself around it.
Except.
Maybe they'd gotten cocky. Maybe there was a part of him sure that Yuri escaped certain death so many times over that it couldn't touch him now, maybe he'd thought that by grabbing Yuri's hand just a few minutes earlier, all those predictions were null and void, that they'd managed to do what Yuri always does best and kick fate right in the face, choose something else.
Or maybe Flynn's dreams were just dreams, and this is another fate entirely. He slams into the jellyfish with a force that knocks the wind from him, twists with a wild kind of fear that isn't entirely his, watches Yuri fall and yells his name but it happens so fast. In that way, it is just like Zaude: pain runs lightning-hot along Flynn's skin from a tentacle he doesn't see, and his limbs seize up, his voice freezes in his throat, and he watches helpless and mute as Yuri is there and then a moment later is gone. He meets Yuri's eyes, and then teeth close around him and blood explodes glittering and Flynn yells with a voice not his own, stuck to the jellyfish and full of terror.
He should be stuck there. The venom is a paralyzing one, meant to stun fish and hold them there for a slow death, but Flynn is a force of nature on a good day: this is a very, very bad day, and so he wrenches himself free through sheer force of will and dives for the shark just as Yuri's sword goes flying. He can't feel anything, he can't feel Yuri, but Flynn smashes his sword into the shark's nose anyway, surrounded by an unholy aura driving him on harder and faster than he could ever be on his own. His sword connects, and the air around him lights up, and magic and sword slam into the creature at once, battering it until its jaws open and its head is severed, but—
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Flynn lived in the teeth of those warnings for weeks, trying everything he could reasonably think of short of banning Yuri from this fight (which wouldn't have worked anyway, because Yuri is Yuri, and he can never leave well enough alone) to make sure that the salt-soaked terror of those dreams didn't come true. Death doesn't count here, but Flynn has been through that, has felt himself fade from the world, and he wouldn't wish it on Yuri for anything. Yuri needs to live, and that is that. Non-negotiable, a point of truth so strong that Flynn orients himself around it.
Except.
Maybe they'd gotten cocky. Maybe there was a part of him sure that Yuri escaped certain death so many times over that it couldn't touch him now, maybe he'd thought that by grabbing Yuri's hand just a few minutes earlier, all those predictions were null and void, that they'd managed to do what Yuri always does best and kick fate right in the face, choose something else.
Or maybe Flynn's dreams were just dreams, and this is another fate entirely. He slams into the jellyfish with a force that knocks the wind from him, twists with a wild kind of fear that isn't entirely his, watches Yuri fall and yells his name but it happens so fast. In that way, it is just like Zaude: pain runs lightning-hot along Flynn's skin from a tentacle he doesn't see, and his limbs seize up, his voice freezes in his throat, and he watches helpless and mute as Yuri is there and then a moment later is gone. He meets Yuri's eyes, and then teeth close around him and blood explodes glittering and Flynn yells with a voice not his own, stuck to the jellyfish and full of terror.
He should be stuck there. The venom is a paralyzing one, meant to stun fish and hold them there for a slow death, but Flynn is a force of nature on a good day: this is a very, very bad day, and so he wrenches himself free through sheer force of will and dives for the shark just as Yuri's sword goes flying. He can't feel anything, he can't feel Yuri, but Flynn smashes his sword into the shark's nose anyway, surrounded by an unholy aura driving him on harder and faster than he could ever be on his own. His sword connects, and the air around him lights up, and magic and sword slam into the creature at once, battering it until its jaws open and its head is severed, but—
but Yuri is gone. ]