EVERY WAY I SLICE IT, IF I GO AFTER YOUR SISTER ALONE, ONE OF US COMES BACK IN A BOX.
Tendrils of smoke, like the tentacles of an impending horrific monster, delicately curl around Caitlyn’s defined features. It helps frame the way her blue, blue eyes are wide with shock. Even in all of Caitlyn’s growing pain, so raw and new, there’s still a person that coddles her kind heart like a newborn baby. She just slides her way out of Vi’s grasp and takes one step forward without Vi’s help, in which she partially fails, lurches forward and catches herself on the council’s desk. She holds up a hand behind herself to still Vi.
It was a desk that was partially there. Those blue eyes squeeze shut, her head is pounding, the smoke and swirling dust feels nearly suffocating, both hands grip the the desk so tightly that Caitlyn’s knuckle can almost be seen right through. She can’t even breathe in, all Caitlyn can do is open her eyes and just continue to take in the scene. She moves around the desk, enforcers are starting to swarm in. Caitlyn’s walking with such a limp that she bounces up and down. Her eyes are wildly shifting around the room.
A large hand appears through the dust like a beckoning before it lands on the other side of the desk with a small, but audible thump.
A pause.
Then Caitlyn gasps.
She lurches forward again, as if she just FORGOT that her leg has a deep gash in it. Both of Caitlyn’s smaller hands finds Jayce’s other large hand as it comes up to grip the desk. One of her hands wrap around his wrist, the other tries to wrap around his palm. She pulls, as if that could help. Suddenly, she’s in his arms and he coughs, she can practically feel him trying to catch his breath.
“ Cassandra ... ”
“ ... Mel. ”
Both those names are said in unison, but neither the youngest Kiramman or the newest council member are moving.
They’re just crying.
I’M GLAD IT’S YOU, HAD TO BE YOU.
