you won't let me down ; elettra day 1.5 oneshot / drawing

Tears stained my cheeks, eyes were glaring red. Elva's cannon, well, that rang true and heavy in my skull. It would be a small miracle in order to get that dreaded sound out. Not that I'd ever want to forget - I'd rather that torture in every second of my life than letting myself forget her in my head, that I failed my promise-

{ i promise to never let you- BANG!
"ELVA!" }

Hearts are never made to be broken: I can't let Iris fall to the same fate for the cracks that lie on mine will never truly heal. It cannot beat when the other half of it is asleep, no matter how hard it tries to stay ticking alone. If Iris went as well, then the any link to who I once was will be lost.

I am petrified of losing myself in a place like this.

Silver parachutes fall from the sky; met with the soft tinkle of bells, greeting my ears the same as Jeq's soft notes did all those years ago. They are hauntingly beautiful in the silence of a single heartbeat. The red-rimmed eyes teater on the edge of tears again; I'm such a mess. Elvaina's shaking head is all I can see: it's all I need to see. Memories of home, of everything I held close have no value in this place. It's only the strength of what you can fight with and your resolve.

I suppose I should be ready to fight against anything this place throws at me. Anything to protect Iris. Ripred knows how much I will sacrifice to make sure she's safe. I reach into the white box - filled with crayons, like that mess at the start of the games. We're in a giant playhouse, that much is clear. I'd try to convince myself that this blood that coated my hand was red paint - but I'd only be fooling myself stupid.

I grip one crayon, light blue-gray. All those stories of make-believe always talk of swords, glinting in the moonlight. They talk of classy rapiers, of cutlass's gripped in the fingers of gnarled pirates. I don't want to fight like a monster.

Angles of geometry was never my strong point: a somewhat straight line extended on the floor, crayon drawn on marble. A butterfly shape followed, and a handle. I've seen those swords in previous games, ones which are ornate and lethal. I just hope it worked like it did with Elva.

I grab the one from the bloodbath, light pink. A jug for water, that wouldn't be the worst idea that I've had. I wouldn't want to insult Elva for letting her down for not drinking. I draw a circle with a spout. Terracotta pot, short, narrow spout, and a bulbous space in the middle.

I hope this place still has tricks hidden up its sleeve, as I wait for something to happen.
[ attempts to draw some things ]