JUDAH.

Menunda meninggal untuk datang dulu kondangan. 💃 (pakai dress cantik)

( @foulcaust )

Judah’s jaw tightened, teeth grinding hard enough to ache. He wanted to scream. To shake Ilya until sense rattled back into him. To carve the idea of staying into his bones if that was what it took. “But you? You still have people who need you alive.” ( I need you alive )

There were times when breathing was easy. Where all he needed to do was follow what he was ordered. That was how it worked. That was how his sister was kept alive——at least in the stories he told himself to sleep.

@foulcaust // SEJAK KAPAN?

/ JANGAN, ADA ANAK KITA DI KANDUNGAN JUDAH.

@sacerdotalia // Marahin tuh Ilyanya, udah dibilang biar Judah aja yang mati, eh malah nyelonong duluan. 🙄

@etfracta Ростова。 Plorotin aja celananya please. Iket atau cekek juga boleh tp jangan dibunuh huhu (gifnya jimat agar Ilya gak mati) pic.twitter.com/3yKzO87zd2

Ростова。 Judah kakakku jangan dibunuh ya

It made his anger twist into something desperate, because Ilya's surrender rob the future he had gambled everything on. “Get up,” 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. “Emerys is waiting.” ( @foulcaust )

Ilya was supposed to emerged victorious, take Emerys and Nine far away. Keep them safe—all of them—where Mother’s reach would never find them. If Ilya fell here then all of it would be in vain. Emerys. Nine. The fragile hope that had kept Judah moving when nothing else could.

“Got you,” straddling Ilya, his hands circling tight around the young master’s neck. Any tighter, he could stop Ilya from breathing and his suffering would end——once and for all. ( @foulcaust )

He lunged forward, closing the distance that Ilya had desperately tried to create with his attacks. Their bodies collided and the world seemed to tumble with them.

/ Situasi Ilya dan @etfracta sekarang:

For every move he took felt like a betrayal to the love that had grown for him——but alas, fate is a cruel mistress. He could not stop now, could he? “Stupefy!” thus he forged on, wand snapping as another bolt of magic streaked through the air. ( @foulcaust )

@foulcaust “My… what a s̵a̵d̵ terrifying face you're wearing.” Judah drawled, eyes flicking towards the imposing figure of his young master. A pang of guilt lay heavily in his chest, apologies looping through his mind like a chorus he could not voice.