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Upon Jimmy finding Scott, alone and cold, lying spread-eagled in a patch of snow and blue ice, he noticed three things.
The first thing he noticed was how incredibly thin Scott was.
His cheekbones were high and pointed. Bones jutted out and jostled each other under thinly stretched, fleshless skin.
The second thing he noticed was Scott’s skin. White and waxy, darkening at his fingertips and greyish circles under his hollow eyes.
The third thing he noticed was that he was looking at Scott’s corpse.
A strangled scream escaped Jimmy’s throat, rough and raw against his chapped lips. He tried to run; the wind buffeting him from all sides. He repeatedly tripped in the knee-high snow settled on the rocky ground, but he managed to reach Scott and grabbed his arm. The Elvenking, so bright and vibrant, constantly laughing, constantly smirking, so sharp and swift, so gentle and strong, was limp under his touch.
Jimmy felt inconsolable. The weight of everything lay heavy on his entire being. He clutched Scott tightly to his chest and screamed. He didn’t- he couldn’t understand why- HOW anyone as luminous, as shining as Scott could fall so low and… lonely.
Scott was alone.
Jimmy sobbed body wracking sobs that made his body shake and tremble as he struggled to understand that Scott was gone, that he would never hear his laugh, see his smile, kiss his lips. He dragged his fingers through Scott’s hair, his cyan hair he was so proud of. The fabrics of Scott’s navy coat and white undershirt were soaked through with water.
What hurt the most was the crown around Scott’s head, or rather, lack of. Jimmy, with a shaking hand, traced a loop around Scott’s bare temple.
Scott never wanted to be king.
Jimmy knew that much, at least.
If Jimmy shut his eyes and ears, he could pretend they were in his little shack off the side of his empire. Scott in his arms, crying, cursing the God who dumped the pressure, the legacy of his empire, onto him. Scott was a child when he assumed the throne.
Scott died as he started.
Alone and confused.
Jimmy lived his life as he will die his death.
By Scott’s side, just the two of them.
The sword didn’t even hurt as it plunged into his heart.