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the wounded . elegant . blitz May 29, 2020 3:11:26 GMT -5

Post by cass on May 29, 2020 3:11:26 GMT -5

m e r e d i t h .

Hallowed, but hesitated
Shallow, but full in all your veins
Shadowed by every other weight

Victor had yelled at her after Isabelle had fled the training session. He’d called her a fool, promised her that if she didn’t get her act together she’d be dead. Meredith had remained, knees planted on the floor, a hand covering her bloody, broken nose as tears had spilled from her eyes. Blood had continued to seep through her shirt, and her body screamed in pain as she’d listened to him spit at her, picking up her spear and snapping it in half. He should’ve broken it over her head, he’d say. Maybe it would have knocked some sense into her, he’d yell. She’d listened, none of it as painful as the venom Isabelle had spat at her.

A pale hand trails along the wall, fingers running over the splitting wallpaper. She’s walking down the dark halls, lost to her own misery when she sees him. Finn’s sitting by the kitchen table, hunched over. The house is cold, and the night air has begun to creep into the seams, biting at her exposed skin. Meredith pulls on the sweater she’s wearing, tugging it over her hands as she walks over to Finn. Her body aches, the exposed mess of her nose throbs in the chilly air. Dark circles line her eyes, and her face was a swollen puffy mess. The wound to her chest wasn’t any better, but she had managed to layer that one up with some bandages and gauze.

Moving into the room she walks over to the table, pulling out the chair beside him. There was blood coming from a nasty looking wound in his hand. “How’d you get that one?” She asked, tilting her head to take in his tired face and pain-filled eyes. It seems he had managed to get the first aid kit out but hadn’t been able to open it or start tending the wound, so Meredith reaches forwards, unclipping the case before digging in to grab some wound cleaner and bandages. She turns to face him, hesitating as she went to reach for his injured hand.

“Let me help you,” she said, giving him a faint smile.

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the wounded . elegant . blitz May 30, 2020 3:01:44 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker kelsier on May 30, 2020 3:01:44 GMT -5

f i n n .

"Please, give me something to
Convince me that I am not a monster
Babe, give me one excuse
Give me one excuse."

Empty words sliped through his head one by one and Finn stared down at his left hand, his right gripping his left wrist too tightly. He cupped the world gently then let it bead and drip down his arm to his elbow. You were supposed to elevate the wound, he knew that much.

He probably hadn't been supposed to take the knife out of his hand but if he hadn't, he'd still be back there in the training room, pinned to the wall.

So he had, he'd yanked it out and had tried to fathom the pain of it all in the same moment. He'd failed.

Finn sat in the kitchen, back against a table leg and first aid kit in front of him but unopened. It was hard to open things with one hand, he was learning that quick. He was working himself up to the moment when he'd finally lose too much blood and he'd have to buck up and bend his bleeding hand to open the case but there was only so much bravery he could muster in one day.

It's not a normal occurrence for Meredith to even acknowledge his existence, let alone speak to him and Finn realized that he must have really looked like shit to earn that. He watched her pull out a chair and sit beside him. She didn't look too good herself, maybe even worse.

He knew he shouldn't trust her, that she'd spent the last year probably hating him for killing Annabelle as most did, but Finn was tired. He was tired in an aching way and when she reached out for his hand, he rested his larger palm in hers.

"Ah I," he started slowly, "Maybe got a little uppity with Victor." His voice was softer than he thought it'd be, further away too. He leaned his head back against the wood of the table leg and sighed. "What'd you do?"

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the wounded . elegant . blitz May 30, 2020 4:55:57 GMT -5

Post by cass on May 30, 2020 4:55:57 GMT -5

m e r e d i t h .

Hallowed, but hesitated
Shallow, but full in all your veins
Shadowed by every other weight

Meredith snorted, shaking her head with mild disapproval as she reached for Finn’s hand. She had never particularly got along with the boy, after all, he had killed her best friend. But she had room in her heart and Anabelle had made sure to drill in as much empathy as she possibly could before she had been killed. It made it easier, taking out any anger she had on Finn, he was a reachable source to vent her rage, whereas Victor, Octavia and Killian were unattainable. It was a waste of time trying to shape her hate to be directed at them, they were the ones that told them when they lived or died.

“You’re really trying to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” There was an edge to her voice, and she silently chided herself. Finn didn’t need a lecture, with the wound she was looking at, it appeared that he had been punished well enough for his decision. She frowned, as she inspected his hand, mulling over his question. “I decided it’d be a great idea to let Isabelle know that Anabelle wasn’t coming back,” she said. A stupid decision, really, but Iz couldn't live in fairy tale land forever.

Victor was destroying her, using that pain and anger to change her into a monster. It felt like a lost cause, she was fighting against a sociopath, walking a tight rope over a canyon with Victor at the end holding a blade against the rope. There was pretty much nothing she could do to stop Victor from doing as he pleased.

She looked back over to the first aid kit, sorting through a few items before pulling out the needle and thread. The wound went through both sides of his hand, it would need stitches from both ends. There was doubt in her mind, that his hand would function properly after he recovered from this injury. “Finn, there’s a lot of damage here, I don’t think your hand is gonna be the same,” she met his gaze and offered him a sad smile. Then, as quickly as she could she grabbed the wound cleaner and dowsed his hand in the alcohol-based substance.

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the wounded . elegant . blitz Jun 2, 2020 2:36:46 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jun 2, 2020 2:36:46 GMT -5

f i n n .

"Please, give me something to
Convince me that I am not a monster
Babe, give me one excuse
Give me one excuse."

It'd been a long while since someone had touched him with kindness, he realized. Maybe the last time had been Annabelle almost a year ago now. She'd taken his hand and guided it carefully to point at the spot in her body where a blade would cause the least amount of pain. Annabelle's hand had been surprisingly rough. She'd been so sweet and pretty he hadn't thought that it would be.

She could have killed him if she'd wanted to.

Finn didn't know what to say to Meredith. On one hand, he could deny it, tell her that he wasn't trying to get himself killed, on the other maybe that wouldn't be so true. Only an idiot with a death wish would play with Victor the way that he had. He didn't really want to think too deeply about that though, didn't want to figure out what the hell was wrong with his brain.

He knew the answer was 'a lot'.

"She... she had to already know that," he murmured. Isabelle was a strange, terrifying thing that he mostly tried to avoid because he was pretty sure she wanted to stab him in his sleep. "Though I get it."

But Annabelle had never really left for him. Maybe not until he finally found her grave in the woods, then he could confirm that it had really happened, that he'd killed her. Sometimes he felt as if he had just been dreaming for a very long time.

Meredith was close, closer than she'd ever let herself be to him and Finn blinked, "Apricots?" he whispered, the scent from her hair washing over him. Girls got such nice smelling shampoos. His was called 'mountain stream' but it just smelled like nothing describable. It didn't seem fair.

"I don’t think your hand is gonna be the same,” said Meredith and she rummaged for something in the first aid kit.

"It's ok," he said, "I draw with my right mo-"

Searing pain that made his body shake pushed through him and Finn curled forward slowly, mouth shut tight against it. He kicked his leg out and curled his right hand into a fist that he bit into but not a sound left his lips.

"Maybe, next time, a warning?" he breathed.

But he knew Meredith probably wanted nothing more than to see him in pain.

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the wounded . elegant . blitz Jun 2, 2020 7:23:48 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jun 2, 2020 7:23:48 GMT -5

m e r e d i t h .

Hallowed, but hesitated
Shallow, but full in all your veins
Shadowed by every other weight

Meredith took no pleasure in the pain that she caused him. She flinched as he kicked his leg out, biting into his free hand to stop himself from screaming. The cleaner splashed all over the floor, soaking into her sweatpants and she frowned as she felt the unpleasantness. She was not a fan of wet clothing, but she continued onwards, grabbing some gauze, making sure the wound was thoroughly clean.

She was impressed, in all honesty, she didn’t think she would have made it this far. A stab in her chest and a head-butt later and she hadn’t been able to stop herself from tearing up from the pain. And then, later in the night, the tears had fallen out of self-pity, out of a need to let her anguish flee her. The wall couldn’t be her only release, sometimes she just had to cry herself to sleep.

Shrugging at his comment, she brought his hand closer, inspecting the wound with a practiced eye. She’d grown accustomed to being the one that many of them approached for treatment. Anabelle had always come to her with fresh injuries and she’d fixed them all up without blinking. Agnes tried to pretend she wasn’t hurt sometimes, but Meredith was persistent, knowing very well what an infected wound could result in. Besides, what was the point of losing to a wound, she didn’t think Victor would accept the notion that they couldn’t train because their leg was falling off.

“There’s less chance of overthinking it this way, quicker too, you don’t have to prepare yourself.” She pulled the needle out, tugging the thread through, her grey eyes found Finn’s and she gave him a moment. “This is going to hurt, no element of surprise for this one, but,” she reached forwards grabbing a rolled-up bandage, “you might want to bite this instead of your hand.” She handed the bandage to him, giving him a sympathetic smile, “bite wounds have a nasty tendency to get infected.”

Pushing the needle into his skin she threaded it through, working in tight, systemic loops that gently tugged the ripped flesh back together again. She moved with as much care as she could, whilst working as smoothly as she could so as to not prolong the pain.

“You know,” she spoke softly, not even sure if Finn would be able to comprehend what she was saying with the pain he was in. “I forgave you a while ago, I knew she wouldn’t fight, it’s just not something Anabelle would do.”

She couldn't look at him, or meet his gaze, "it's just that sometimes the reality of a situation makes it harder to let it go. I'm sorry it took me so long, you didn't deserve to be isolated for it."