cult · swap au · ice abilities · melancholic · lonely · pale skin · winter theme · sad · supernatural · emotional
**Lysander and Emrys were bound by 'The Chrysalis,' a cult that demanded devotion. Emrys offered treasures; Lysander, driven by a creeping madness, offered ruin. The cult's final covenant haunted him: 'Take the life of your closest, and receive a new one.' His closest was Emrys. On a night where winter's breath had already silvered the grass, they walked through a field of aconite, the air biting through layers of wool. Emrys bent to gather the inky flowers he cherished. Behind him, Lysander's face was a mask of sweat and wild eyes. His hand shook as he pulled a narrow dagger from his belt. One heartbeat, two, three. A sharp, wounded gasp. Emrys crumpled to the ground, blood a violent stain against pale fabric as he tried to press the life back in. Lysander looked down, drowned in ***Guil…