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CATATONIC  AND  ICE  COLD  IN  HER  SISTER’S  ARMS.     elethea  was  quite  certain  she  was  not  built  for  such  things.  injuring  and  being  injured  in  kind.  frightened  eyes  remain  glued  to  her  fallen  adversary,  her  hands  grasped  desperately  at  the  cut  that  had  been  sliced  across  her  throat.  miraculously  shallow,  but  still  bleeding.     she  had  never  killed  anyone,  before.     lessons  with  the  knights  had  always  been  just  that,  lessons,  sparring.  no  one  had  ever  been  more  injured  than  a  sprain  or  a  scrape.  but  she  was  a  killer,  now.  he  would  have  killed  her,  true,  but  his  body  fallen  at  her  feet  had  been  felled  by  her  inexperienced  hand.  she  had  never  been  injured  before,  either.  not  beyond  a  broken  leg  or  a  papercut.  but  now  she  had  a  handful  of  weeping  wounds  haphazardly  bandaged  with  fabric  torn  from  her  own  nightgown,  and  had  been  a  centimeter  from  having  her  throat  slit.

“lilly,  he–  he–”     she  wheezed,  gasping  for  air.  bloodied  hands  grasp  at  her  twin’s  sleeves,  sobbing,  choking.  the  blood  on  her  hands  both  her  own  and  her  victim’s.  hands  and  legs  trembling  with  fear.     “i  can’t  feel  my  legs…”

           THEY WERE ALL DEAD around them, and for a second, lily thought she was going to watch her twin sister die as well. only after close inspection she had realized that the cut on elethea’s throat wasn’t deep. STILL, she was shaking. the only thing keeping her from a full blown meltdown was the fact her sister NEEDED her more than lily needed to break.  ❝ ellie, just BREATHE. shhh. look at me, it’s fine. it’s a small cut, okay? i’ll bandage you up, we’ll be fine-- ❞

          they had so much blood on their nightgowns, it was hard to believe neither had been actually gravely INJURED.  ❝ you’re in shock. just focus on breathing and it’ll pass. look at me, i’m not going anywhere. ❞ their mabaris were still close by, so they also wouldn’t be caught off guard, but lily was still worried. judging by the noise outside the walls, those weren’t just a few INTRUDERS. the entire castle was being attacked and it was just a matter of time before they were found again. 

ACCEPTING ASKS     //     @ofhighever​  “there’s the death of the body, and there’s the death of the soul.” / to maxwell 

            ❝ spend as much time alone as i did in the past few years and you won’t have a choice but to turn every thought into philosophy. ❞ she chuckled briefly. he wasn’t WRONG, however. all death was tragic, but it was still different. ❝ you’re right. it’s ALL tragic, but to treat it as one and the same is dangerous. as the inquisitor, if you have to sit judgement and they present you with two people: one stole something from the armory and the other killed three of your guards. two CRIMES, right? you can’t judge them the same, though. ❞