Shadewood sandwiched between heaven and hell

Voices - or rather a voice he knew, pained, agonized, tormented - it desperately yanked at the curtain of haze that had blanketed his stalking mind with tumultuous heaves. And not much after, a push that had knocked his weak form forward, far from the stability he once had been. A titan brought to become a twig. But that shive was what his body needed, what his mind needed, to be given a sliver of sight through that fading abyss he had begun slipping into. 

And he saw her, then. 

Weak and pitiful, he laid on the frigid ground and brought his melting glacials to the drowning sapphires he couldn’t help but dive into every single blessed chance he got to stare into them. The name left his lift shamefully, tears dripping from the hymn of the ‘n’ that finalized her calling. “Gwen...” he didn’t deserve to speak to her. But he dared that enchanting name sail free betwixt them. He was a sorrowful weight right now. 

But he hadnt dared forget her name.