𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed , @faebanes & @dcybrck .
𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: zora & deron find a broken cerys amidst the crowd , attempting to bring her to safety .
oh how naive she'd been . to think she would ever be safe in anyone's hands but her own . something of a pipe dream that only ever expanded during her residence in the night court . but the searing pain she feels in her leg , feels oddly familiar . a pain that she finds herself sinking into , as if a nostalgic memory of her life before prythian . the tears have already begun their stream down her cheeks , back digging into the cavernous wall behind her . hands attempting to stabilize her leg , in an effort to pull herself to her feet again , but to no avail . in another time , cerys had been no stranger to violence. but this , this was nothing short of a massacre . frightened hands raise when a body approaches at an inhuman speed , but as she awaits the final blow , those sad , lost blue hues look up in questioning . only seeming to water even more at the sight of zora , deron guarding her back with blade she never thought she'd ever see between his normally gentle hands . ❛ zo ? ❜













