The blade bites her flesh clean and smooth- slicing through like a dream, proving the worth of the hours spent honing it. The shallow cut bleeds steadily, slicking her arm in red as it drips onto the drawn runes of the floor.
Rose doesn’t hesitate to open a second, third, and forth cut. They’re all opened in the exact spots of their predecessors; once again reddened scars that never get a chance to settle and fade.
The runes- representation of twin moons, entwined chaos and order surrounding them, a center being which feeds and creates both- burn brighter with each droplet to fall on them. They flare a deep, rich gold for a moment, and then they pale; ghostly white flames spread across the carefully painted spell work, bringing it all to life.
Rose raises her eyes from the flames, meeting the gaze of her partner in this.
The white light of the spell shines oddly across Dave’s face, casting shadows on sharp cheekbones. His aviators reflect the flickering magic between them; the only movement in his solemn features.
He holds out a hand before Rose can extend hers.
She passes him the dagger.
Four cuts to Dave’s wrist, identical to Rose’s, his hoodie sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he does. With his blood added, the ghoulishly white flames burn vividly red, then gold again, and then a mix of the two before settling into the stark ivory they’d been.
The air around them drops to subzero, Rose’s breath misting from her lips. The flames of their spell burn colder and colder, sucking out all other light and warmth in the room. Shadows tower around them, their own twisting and writhing into shapes that are not in any way human. The walls creak, figures darting along them, the single window of Rose’s bedroom cracking across the pane.
Without hesitation, Rose and Dave reach to each other over the burning rune circle, and clasp hands as they step into the flames.
daverosed 