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Jayce isn’t sure how any of it happened
One moment he was making all kinds of magical friends in an alternate dimension
With his partner Viktor by his side
Across a field of hopes and dreams
Through a shining futuristic city of progress
Along the way of a jaunty game show beyond his wildest imagination
The next…
A devastating prophecy written in oil spill-starry-blue danced again and again across his vision
Rows upon rows of motionless acolytes obscured his path, frozen in worship
Until at last—
A dark shadowy figure stabbed into his leg
And a black wind burst forth
A cold fountain ripping the screams from his lungs
Flashes of blue pink and green…green… in his periphery…
And Viktor loomed above him great and terrible, his face entangled behind a four-pointed mask
When he next opened his eyes he was in the hospital
Leg bandaged
Body screaming
Viktor asleep in the chair next to him
Holding his hand
His right eye also bandaged
A dark circle under his visible left eye
Darker than he’d ever seen
Jayce shifted aside in his bed when Viktor woke
So he could slide under the covers next to him
They cuddled close in shocked silence
Outside they could hear the sounds of the festival
They were supposed to perform a dance routine today
On that grand stage by the Holliday’s manor
The shadows shift
The light turns golden
“Something is coming,” Jayce finally whispered.
“Bigger than whatever it was we saw…back there.”
“But before it comes.
Before the sun goes down.
I want to spend this moment with you, while we still can.
Will you…will you sing with me…at the festival?”
Viktor looks back with his uninjured eye, at the one thing most precious to him in the world…in all worlds, light and dark.
He nods.
The showrunners rush to adjust the performance schedule, more than happy to accommodate their best act and their injuries.
Despite their aches, their fears of that which is to come…
Viktor adjusts his cowboy’s hat on his head. He readies his fingers on his guitar, to accompany the voice of his friend, his lover, his partner.
Next to him, Jayce smiles, glittering and adorned with flowers.
The tulle on his dress catches that golden light, as Jayce opens his mouth to sing.
Like two flowers turned towards the setting sun /
I feel the dying light shine on my face
With your arms around me tight now /
Nothing feels impossible
