@atomancy : ❝ i’m not leaving you here. ❞ ( thanatos / hurt comfort sentence starters / not accepting )
it was a hurt that rippled through her shoulder blade down to the backside of her thigh, as though the bolt’s heavy energy continued to pulse through her body and pinned her to the floor. it took all of her strength to slide her palms back and bend her arms at the elbows, but that alone felt unbearable. her arms went slack. ❝ i can’t move, ❞ she hissed through gritted teeth, even as she repeated the motion and failed once again.
her wing was gone, visciously ripped from her body in an act of olympian rage. she was lucky to have wrenched herself free before zeus plucked the other one, even if she fell helplessly back into the underworld anyway. even if her muscles overflowed with pain and the hot ichor dripping down her back made her feel as though her skin was melting, there was a hollowness that already began to settle in — there was a piece of herself, stolen and discarded so carelessly, that she could never get back. gone. her first true loss to make peace with, and in the grimy depths of tartarus no less.
at last, she turned her head to rest her weight on her other cheek and face him. she didn’t know how he found her, or why he insisted on staying — if this wound killed her, it would not be a gentle or swift death. at least she wouldn’t suffer alone. ❝ well . . . don’t just stand there, ❞ she panted as she closed her eyes, ❝ sit. i’ll . . . be a while. ❞