:| A Story of a Fight |: {Fallron vs Clinglet; Day 2}
Mar 12, 2017 0:05:54 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Mar 12, 2017 0:05:54 GMT -5
you can't turn back the hands of time
just let it go and you'll be fine
what's done is done and its alright
you cant turn back the hands of time
just let it go and you'll be fine
what's done is done and its alright
you cant turn back the hands of time
The moment the creature went slack and motionless Fallon started, letting out a half startled, half horrified squeak and dropping the knight sword as if it had burned her. She scampered back a few steps, trying to figure out if it was the whole world that was shaking or if it was just her. Either way everything seemed to tremble, and she swore someone had painted the entire world red.
The storm slowed to a stop, and gradually the world stilled until the only movement she noticed anymore was the trembling of her hands.
Tamron handled things better. He always did. She couldn't watch the way his blood dripped onto the floor as he drew, though, so instead she averted her eyes and focused on a splash of blue against the world of red. Tamron's koala. Slowly, willing her breath to steady, Fallon reached for the little carving. At first her fingers were shaking to hard to get a good grip on it, but eventually she managed to pick it up and clutch it close to her chest.
She breathed in. She breathed out. She listened to the sound of Tamron working and used his presence to steady herself, focusing on the sounds of him working to distract herself from the reek of blood in the air. Her hand throbbed.
After a moment, though, she forced herself to keep working. To be steady and sure, like Tamron. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, she pulled out one of her crayons. Her stomach lurched at the color - red like dried blood - but Fallon pressed her lips together and ignored it. She didn't want to touch that knight sword again. It had been too heavy, too bulky, and now it had far too much blood on it. When Zanita had taught her how to fight, it hadn't been with a sword.
It had been with a knife.
Slowly, carefully, Fallon traced out the shorter shape of the blade. At the joint where it connected she hesitated a moment, afraid she would ruin the whole picture, before sucking in a deep breath and drawing a rose. The hilt twisted beneath it like a tangle of vines and leaves. It wasn't conventional, and perhaps it wouldn't even be useful, but the flower reminded Fallon of home. It was enough.
Once she'd finished she pulled out another crayon, relieved by its bright blue hue, and sketched out a water bottle like the ones Mama had made her take outside with her during the summer. If she closed her eyes she could almost remember those days spent lying beneath the beating heat of the sun, feeling the damp grass beneath her fingertips and closing her eyes so she saw absolutely nothing.
When Tamron approached her again Fallon rose cautiously, wondering if he would take her up on her offer despite the fact that the creatures were dead. He didn't. Instead he tugged her close and she released a shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut. For one beautiful, precious moment, she felt safe.
"I know where we should go."
another day is gone
washed away with sorrows that you dwelled upon
and as the moon is rising, you think to yourself
i could be gone, if i go now
washed away with sorrows that you dwelled upon
and as the moon is rising, you think to yourself
i could be gone, if i go now
[Fallon picks up Tamron's koala]
[Fallon performs First Aid on Tamron for -3]
[Fallon draws a Dark Venetian Red rose knife]
[Fallon draws a Turquoise Blue water bottle]
