Lying in the Cold, I Feel Right at Home // [Day 6 fight]
Nov 18, 2019 21:34:49 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Nov 18, 2019 21:34:49 GMT -5
"I'll only let you kill him
if I get to kill you after.
An eye for an eye, right?"
if I get to kill you after.
An eye for an eye, right?"
And I scoff at this, feeling the strain of my efforts pulse through my arms — through my veins and my blood and all my scars. Through all the pieces that have been left of me. I do little damage with my axes, but my voice is honed and sharp.
"There's just one problem with that, baby. I can't die." There are many layers to my words, soft metaphors beneath hard facts, but the sound of them never changes. The movement of my lips stays the same. 'I can't die.' And saying that doesn't stop the bleeding, but it distracts me. This is a shield I've made of my own steel.
"I'm the one going home.
That's all there is to it."
That's all there is to it."
Her sword bites at me, small teeth and a smaller heart — and I have no right to judge her for her bitterness, for her anger, but I still snarl. I still want her to know that I hate her. And she was a stranger to me, but I know her now. I see the wolf in the woods.
I see myself.
And then I watch him die. Quick, quicker than I realize, and I'm turning on my heels and lost. I know these trees, and these strands of yarn, and this bloody grass — but suddenly I feel sick, alone. I don't know where I am, and yet I've been here before. I watched her die, too. I pretended like it didn't kill me; and now I'm blinking, moving dark hair out of my face with a blade. I am made to hurt.
Myself,
or others?
Ridley breaks the silence, breathing life back into the thick tension that surrounds us — the smoke on the air and the iron against our skin. There is no time to think of corpses, only the dying. She is a guardian, arms outstretched before a boy I want to destroy. Someone I want revenge on. Someone that wants to live, too, but I can't let myself think about that.
I focus on what she has to say, laughing when she finishes.
"And where are the people who tried to kill me? Where are my hands now?" A different sort of fire catches around me, burning in my eyes. "I never needed someone to protect me, so why does he? I killed the people who hurt me myself." I lift my blades, the raw stumps that still haven't had the chance to heal. "It hurts, doesn't it? I know."
Am I talking about losing an ally, or losing a limb?
I understand both.
( penelope attacks milo ; axe )
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( Severed Right Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage | +1 strength )
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( Severed Right Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage | +1 strength )
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