🌸!!
send 🌸 for a starter from a randomly generated muse!
he awakens with a splutter, memories a vacuum before rushing in all at once. the slashing claws of harpies, their siren's call ineffective on him but a melody that rang alarm for his brother. a clarity rune is still imprinted on his collarbone but fading fast. the clamour of feathers in an attempt to harass and distract is not sufficient to erase the searing pain of deep rooted talons in his stomach, seeking his liver, wishing to pry his entrails from his abdomen until he were little more than viscera for the vultures to scavenge from.
why isn't he ?
intuitively his palm reaches for the phantom lesion, recalling its depth ( far too severe a gouge for even his half - nephilim tinged blood to heal alone ) and finds little more than a mottled ridge, a small mountain range of bumps where a canyon should be. scars, scabs, stitches ? his head is too heavy and aching to discern the details.
more alarmingly, he starts at the realisation of company. more a feeling than any definitive sound, the same nigh telepathic sense that alerts one to being watched. vulnerability is not a ravine he traverses well.
❛ who are you ? what do you want ? ❜
a demand, stiff and clipped syllables from a throat hoarse from lack of use, fatigued. still ever the noble lightwood even in the dreaded role of victim. the blurring of his vision slowly dissipates, three women becoming two, then one. his shoulders relax, although whether or not they should is another matter.
♡ @parentify.
