Work Text:
somewhere, something pulls.
the dark is eternal. there are no lights here... on Sophism's work desk.
but somewhere, something is pulling.
something out in the black snaps its proverbial fingers. Whether that thing is Sophism or Ephemerys or a god (although those two might be synonymous) or just some weirdo with nothing better to do, who doesn't like the way LauKi is written in most fanfiction, it snaps its fingers.
Somewhere, in a place that may have been gone already, or in a place that will exist in the future, four people leave holes in the world.
A woman, walking back from her visit to the man who murdered her parents, takes a step and is gone.
Another one, asleep in a bed, tangled in sheets carefully embroidered with watermelons, vanishes with her.
A man sitting at a piano presses one long finger down on the final note and disappears, the deep chord reverberating through the large room, as if some imaginary foot holds down the pedal to make the scene more dramatic.
The note fades.
A man, on his knees, wearing the red that marks him as prey, as a victim, fades with it just before two fists make contact with his body.
and it is over, for now, because when they wake on the wood flooring of a four-bed, two-bath house in Canada, they will, for a short while, be free.
and, hey, maybe two of them will fall in love. you never know. or, well, you do, because this is being written by someone with, again, nothing better to do with his time.
but as we said, something pulls. something will save them.
and if that thing ends up being themselves, their carefully laid plans, so be it.