#signyan

Can you say you’ll ever be rid of me?

Like a wind through the streets, she came in to that clinic like it was her thousandth time there. She ran her fingers along the door frame, past the wall and circled the room. Hovering, briefly, along the various pill bottles, the surgical tools, the cybernetic limbs...

It was cold, callous, and impersonal. It resonated with Klim’s heart. It reminded her Rhizome 9.

“You’ve been busy,” she remarked. It was absent, a formality.

“You’ve been here a while, haven’t you?”

Another formality. It was understood she knew enough about the situation to find her way here, to meet him, but she acted ignorant nonetheless.

She always acted. Old habits die hard.

Looks at you so hard

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signyan

It wasn’t often that he woke up in the middle of the night. Usually it was from the cats pawing at him around 5am for food too. But this was different. He’d woken up as soon as he heard a loud ‘thud’ going on somewhere in the house. Looking over to make sure his boyfriend was still asleep, he slid out of bed, nearly stepping on one of the cats in the process.

Shushing it gently as it meowed a bit from the near encounter with his foot, he tried to listen to what was going on. As quietly as possible, he opened the door from the bedroom to the hall, hoping to follow the noises to their source. From what he could tell it was coming from the living room, so that’s where he headed to, grabbing a broom that had been left in the hall on his way.

Gripping onto the broom tightly, he just inched forward slowly, trying not to alert whatever was making the noise to his presence. Once he got to the living room, he saw the outline of a person. Was it a robber? Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past the people in this city. It was more likely than not. Or an assassin, that also seemed like a likely guess.

He decided to hope for the former though considering he was pretty sure he wouldn’t know how to handle the latter.

Sneaking up on the figure, he just raised the broom above his head, making sure the figure didn’t know he was there. Once he was close enough, he brought the broom down, smacking whoever it was in the face.

“Klim” is a cotton-y blue, clean and simple with its own charm. It has light green overtones, but they’re pretty powerful. I can’t really say if he’s definitively cotton blue or light green, but the cotton blue speaks to me a little more.

Life bled back into his body within a blinding stream of white.

He was shivering, his slitted eyes squinting against an unbearable brightness. It felt like he was waking from a long, feverish nap -- the type that was riddled with barely-there nightmares, haunting images born a long period of fitful slumber that left him drenched with sweat. At the present he was stuck somewhere between waking fully and drifting back under, but it felt like an unnatural sleep, one that he was far more tempted to resist. Truth be told, he would be glad to wake if not for that dreadful light... It made everything look fuzzy, and the half-formed images made him feel the faintest stirrings of nervousness.

A groan bubbled up from his throat, so hoarse and foreign that he didn’t recognize it as his own. He wanted to turn over, or move his arms, or something, but his body refused to answer the call, adding a low thrum of frustration to the flutter of anxiety. Gradually the blue of his eyes became more visible beneath their lids, though his dry gaze appeared largely unseeing as it scanned the ceiling overhead. There was a complete lack of comprehension on his tired face; none of the stimuli around him was successfully connecting within his anesthetized mind.

As she lay there on the ground bleeding out, Sora considered the events that had brought her to this end. It wasn’t all too complicated, really. Days had passed and still the war between the cities raged on, with twists and turns that were too difficult for her to keep track of.

Far wiser it would have been for her to stay put in a safe zone, but seeing the wounded that were brought in each day, Sora had found herself unable to remain oblivious, and with her habit of sticking her nose into things rearing its head, the bright young girl had soon headed to the streets, remaining wisely hidden and trying to use her acrobatic skill to help bring as many as she could to safety.

It had been a simple enough plan, but that had gone to pieces at the sight of a soldier encroaching upon a small girl, flicking out a long and dangerous looking blade with jagged edges with a cruel smirk upon his face.

All thoughts of her own well being had fled then, as they might have at any earlier time had she not been lucky enough not to face such a situation directly.

Rushing forth, she successfully managed to disarm the soldier by delivering a kick to his wrist with an agile backflip, dodging his attempts to grab at her without much difficulty. Scooping the girl into her arms and breaking into a run, Sora would have been successful too, had it not been for the second and third soldiers simultaneously firing shots at her. Twisting her body to take a bullet that would have hit the girl, pain shot through her right shoulder as the bullet plunged through flesh.

Setting the girl down and positioning herself to block her from the soldiers, a last bid effort was made to save a life, telling her to run, and then she had lunged for the soldiers to attempt to knock them to the ground. She was not expecting to win, but at that moment, that had been the best she could think of to distract them.

The rest had been a blur, and now she lay bleeding from several different bullet and stab wounds as the soldiers stood sneering above her.

it’s almost like we’re the same person