princess natalia luzu kimlasca-lanvaldear (
meritocracy) wrote2012-05-09 08:39 pm
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♛accidential video;
[the feed blurs in, shaky and uncertain. there's grass, sky, and there's blood. there's golden curls and a familiar brown headband and there's blood.
the video screen is smeared with red fingerprints and there is suddenly white skin, spasming fingers reaching for the screen but there is not a single word. not a single sound.
it moves, slowly, the fingers twitching as if in agony before it moves to a face, blood smeared at the top of the chin, dirt speckled across the cheeks and eyes barely open. for a minute there's the flash of a horrible red, gaping wound beneath the chin but then it's back to a pale face, lips parting but no sigh coming out. then the video spirals upwards, once, twice, red fingerprints and all.
and the fallen woman hasn't uttered a single word. ]
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She should know better.]
Stop pushing yourself. Just get some rest.
[It's a quiet, chiding tone, more gentle than his previous words; he's still angry, no denying that, but his concern for her is subtly overruling that anger bit by bit. It's not alright, and she's not fine, and as much as her eyes might plead with him, he's not going to smile about this. There's nothing to smile about, not even to indulge her. He can't be happy.
Not while she's bleeding in his arms like this, unable to speak, barely breathing. Nothing about it would be real.
When he smiles at her he wants it to be real, always.]
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Asch's red hair was always so bright wasn't it? Even when it was dark. It's a little dark now, and her eyelids are heavy. She must look a mess, she thinks again, with blood smeared over her throat, chin face--hair..I can't call myself a Princess, she thinks wryly, as her head sags backwards, into his arms. It's lights out.]
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Natalia? Natalia!
[...Dammit, she's out. Cursing under his breath, he cuts off the fonic link and picks up the pace, trading gentleness for haste. As long as she's unconscious, he won't concern himself with the jostling causing her more pain; what's important now is getting her to a proper healer.
Thankfully they weren't far off, so before too long he makes it to the house, kicking loudly against the front door to get someone's attention, since his hands are (obviously) occupied.]
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