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@blzfre​ said ‘ I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. “

SHALLOW BREATH / DEEP CUTS, Exhaustion consumes her whole. Hand flat against ground, the uneven sharp edges of cobbled floor; worn over time, cutting into flesh. Not deep, nor scars to be there upon healing, just a S T I N G.  Blood drips, staining the earth upon which she balanced her frame. Dry throat upon swallowing, daggering pain. A single dry tear slips down rosette cheeks.                                A  v o i c e in the distance. Familiarity. Emerald gaze upwards, just so to see more than the ground && her shaking arms. She is alive. Through the bare skin of her teeth. The ancient ambushed in a side alley, she alone. Fighting wasn’t her first nature, but close second. She was not afraid of the usual darkness that lurked in places uninhabited by human kind. These, however, had been stronger. Infused with some greater power. The wisps of dark blue hues that protected them, made them a greater challenge than she had initially      a n t i c i p a t e d.                          Footsteps, closer and closer still. Through blurred vision, she can see waves of rosy pink hair, and faint blue aqua, a pale white outline. ( Lightning ) she was here to save her. Though she may be alive, she could not predict how far she may get alone before she collapses, either from blood loss, pain or exhaustion. Quiet prayers to the earth on none of those being an option now that s h e was here to save her.      “It’s… It’s okay…”  Barely audible, and the daggering pain in her throat is prominent, causing her to cough which makes her fragile frame weaker still. One hand reaches, grasping the shoulder of her bodyguard, giving herself some sense of stability.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.  ( Accepting )

the path of a hero

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 as she responds with UNAMUSED noises. Her eyes narrowing slight with anger unto the bodyguard. Not hate for what it is she must do, but anger at her nonchalant speech. She so mighty, her strength powerful like none she bare  witness. But why such a guard for someone whom cares so deep? Mayhaps neither used to emotions such as these. t’was not until this woman with rosey hues of tresses, swaying in the stormy breeze, had entered her life and ENCOURAGED her heart to be accepting of more than just one gender. She only to have loved one man, and he to have left this world into the next. Her soul and being belonged to this woman, her bodyguard, and yet it felt as though such was being pushed to back thought. 

the path of a hero

@blzfre  

« kicks down her front door. »

𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄,                                    𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄         Jumping back from sudden intrusion, the Cetra gasping, hands raised just so in defence. Tis only as she recognises dusted rose waves that her excitement becomes the FOREFRONT of expression. Unsure to be angry about the damage to her house, or thrilled to see her. Dashing to the bodyguard who protected her but took leave, she is quick to throw herself toward her. Arms fling around her neck, pulling into EMBRACE. Lightning was not one for affection, this she knew. But to shock the ancient like this, the woman before her could expect nothing less.