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#but third degree burns?? Dude cannot catch a break πŸ˜”
lmelodie Β· 1 month
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So, this was supposed to be for tomorrow, but it completely fell out of my just now so I'm posting it now!! This was supposed to be just a little doodle, but I got carried away and now there's this! A very slight continuation of this Power Swap AU thing I did ages ago.
This au makes their breakup SO MUCH WORSE. I'm starting to realize that maybe the original timeline is like, the BEST possible series of events, and that's really saying something.
Because in this au Kills gets straight up burned, Zuko style. And also, he's the Sandman but that's lets important. I think his hair gets longer in this au instead of shorter.
But here's a little itty-bitty snippet of something about All This.
He didn't even know how it happened really; it was too fast to notice. One minute he had his back turned as Killian was behind him, talking to what might as well have been a brick wall, all but pleading with him to take a step back and calm down.
Trying to reason, to make him understand his plight, trying to see why this pipe dream was so important to him, why it was more important than him. Begging to make this work.
And then in an instant he was on the floor, smoke and the scent of burning flesh filling the room, Jack turned on his heel and out the door.
He couldn't even see him walking out of his life, only the bright, burning flame that was threatening to consume him whole. Caught in his hair and his clothes he stumbles and mostly crawls to the only bucket of water he has in his place, his shaking hands dowsing himself with it, leaving only a few blossoms of flames here and there were left to put out by hand.
But only when the adrenaline subsides does he start to feel it, the skin boiling and melting off of him. On his face, arm, across his chest and in his hair, it was all burned beyond recognition.
He only managed to teleport to Duna's home, right in front of her, before passing out from the pain on her floor.
Carted off to the nearest healing center, they tried their best to undo as much of the damage as possible. They managed to save his left eye and keep it intact, with now substantially lower vision, but the rest was going to leave a large and horrific scar no matter what they did.
Good dreams for a time, for everyone, were hard to find after the fact.
And most were quick to assume the boogeyman was getting a bit overzealous, but it was really the fact that the sandman was in bed more than usual. Uncaring about the dreams that needed to be weaved, he did a lot more sleeping than usual, but it didn't help him find peace like he thought it would.
Jack Frost has never had a good dream since.
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