-E-xtra x.Crispy.x ((Iver/Nightshade))

[Destiny]

Truly, he could have been dead.

The air was muggy, warmer then usual. Humid... heavy, even. The breeze had slowed to a still, but now it began to pick up, whipping at the tree's more roughly then before. It was a light mist at first, a blanket of liquid that seemed to fall down upon them as the air grew sticky and the drizzle started.

(....Yeah I wanted to have some tornadoishness in here.. xD)

Iver let out a short, quiet groan. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment, then slipped open but a few centimeters, before falling shut once more. "...Uhhnngg..."

[Sivoncé™]

Nightshade, now resting her head against Iver's chest, was a solemn statue against Iver's own statuesque brilliance. Two sillhouettes, illuminated only faintly in the hazy wreckage of what was left of the world they both loved, still. But even stone could be shattered ; and the funnel of horrific nightmare, rippling ever-closer, was living proof.
Nightshade snapped into full awareness now, soul returning, regretfully, from her dance with Iver's and taking its place in her body once more. She stood with some struggle, backed up a few feet and tilted her head to the sky.

And then an angel screamed.
"IVER! IVER WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"