(Mega) Absol

My dash would not be complete without them.

          no need for helping was felt until the moment words were heard, he had seen many stand with ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ on their faces, on their hands even clothes yet didn’t meant that same ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ belonged to the person caring it. hands quickly grabbed the fragile figure before she could fall onto knees, no heavy breath was released by the god as he could easily carry the weight of her.                    ❛ tell me what happen. ❜                     before taking her anywhere he needed to know what had happen for to this ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ. he had to be careful as he could not be seen just for any mortal.

The moon hung high over the Grand Cathedral, as it often did on nights of the Hunt. Pure white gleams of silver shown over the equally as white building, casting gleams upon the sleeping forms of the Reapers that otherwise protected the streets from vicious beasts. They were not interrupted by the quiet footfalls of a tall figure, dressed in Choir regalia, that made his way down the steps into the lower Cathedral ward. Odd, to see a Choir member so far away from the Upper Ward and the Orphanage, but, none the less, there he was and well kept to attempt to dart along the settled nights of the Pale Moon. 

          Cupping his hands, palm-fulls of lustrous water were brought           to dry, weary lips and sucked in - reveled and relished. It was           amazing how this had been the first source of seemingly clean           water he’d been able to find in three days. More amazing still           that the canteen he now removed from a belt laden with small           trinkets, sacks and vials had lasted him those three days. With           enough lacking grace to astonish even the most barbaric of           those he’d encountered, he dug his knees into the moist soil of           the bank and uncorked the canteen skin, dragging the pouch           through the water to collect its fill before capping it and beginning           to splash the liquid silver over his face and hair.

Slowly, he forces his eyes open, groaning. There’s a nurse in the room who is speaking to him, but he’s too out of it to process any of her words. Where’s Fleur? He vaguely remembers her being with him, but the details are taking a while to come back to him. He just remembers a loud noise, and pain.