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. ]
[video]
She blinks at her again, smiling once again though it's fainter. Her eyes flicker stubbornly.]
[video]
Natalia. [She wishes that she had not had to raise her voice, but it was a surefire way to keep her attention focused on her.]
[video]
Her green eyes are faint, her smile like the taped-fonons Asch applied to her wound, not steady enough. There's a possibility in the back of her mind, as a studied healer, that she's suffered a grievous wound.
And that she might not be able to come home, after all.
Tear's voice is firm and she has her eyes closed, white as snow--before that voice calls to her. There's a green flicker under her closed eyes.]
[video]
She would be there for her.] You must stay awake, do you understand?