sebenikela

some scribbles for lilalanor on her birthday

5 years post-war, Finnick lives AU. Finnick and Annie POVs, 100% trauma-recovery fluff, 0% plot of any kind. Accidentally got longer than I meant it to. sorrynotsorry

( fluff, longish )

I cannot see the path.
Perhaps there is only abyss.
Trembling, I step forward,
In darkness enveloped.
-Canticle of Trials 1:13

Cullen spun to face the next of the demons pouring out of the blighted hole in the sky, reached for the skills he'd used instinctively since he was eighteen years old--and snarled under his breath when, for the hundredth time, he found aching emptiness instead of lyrium-fueled power.

He couldn't even begin to count the dead--mages and templars indistinguishable as twisted corpses in the destroyed Temple, men he knew and those he didn't, fighting beside him one minute and fast-freezing bodies the next. They were all going to die, and he was fighting without skills he'd relied on for so long he couldn't remember what it was like without them.

I just have a lot of feelings about Cullen but since most of them are not actually romance-related i apparently have to write them myself