awaken, dear reaper || kahinta v. perdita || day eight
Aug 4, 2020 11:45:33 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 4, 2020 11:45:33 GMT -5
you should see me in a crown
your silence is my favorite sound
watch me make them bow
one by, one by one
your silence is my favorite sound
watch me make them bow
one by, one by one
She cannot see the monsters in the fog.
But she keeps her gaze on Kahinta advancing closer, keeps trying to back away and disappear into the sunlight. And it's almost funny — how desperate she is to say, and how often she leaves. A girl that comes, and goes, and always ruins something in the process.
Now she is the thing that's bleeding out, a thing made of broken parts and shredded wires. She is staring down the barrel of a gun, as she always has been, but now her emotions are raw and true. She is afraid, and furious, and so deeply sad. She cannot hide this.
This is how a god feels.
Before they start to cry, and flood the world.
"I'm not dying. They don't get to kill me."
Kahinta says it with such power; the same kind of power Perdita has been using the same thing. But here they are, pushing through this last mile, barely going anywhere. It's like being trapped in a moment — walking the same path, watching the same weapon swing forward.
Raising the same arm to block it.
Because it is already damaged, and she can take this hit. Even as a larger bone snaps, echoing through the clearing and fading off into the storm. To scream until the end of time, until there is nothing left but the whisper of her memory. She cries out, choking on a sob.
The pain bends her over, pressing a foot against her spine and demanding her to fall to the ground. To just lie there, and die, and let it be over. But she sucks in a shaky breath, allows her voice to tremble and her body to shiver. This is what it means to die.
It is proof that she is alive.
She can still use her legs.
Freedom is just a few steps away.
So it guides her through this dying moment — through the splinters of bone and the rivers of blood. These are all things that are alive, and terrible, and cruel. This is what it means to hurt. To ache. To feel your insides rip apart, and try to hold themselves together again.
This is living. This is what she wants.
"That's a sweet thought."
It's one she's had, too.
You don't get to kill me.
"But we can't control this. Clearly."
Another blade rising up.
Another ray of sun breaking through.
Another tear running down her cheek.
"I'm going to die. One day for good."
The knife goes flying, cutting through the dawn.
"Just not to you."
count my cards, watch them fall
blood on a marble wall
tell me which one is worse
living or dying first
♛
"crown" by billie eilish.
blood on a marble wall
tell me which one is worse
living or dying first
♛
"crown" by billie eilish.
{ table by rose }
perdita attacks kahinta ; throwing knife #7
1uiwrkRlxFthrowing knife
Knife in Hand -- 6.0 damage | +1 target practice (7)
throwing knife1uiwrkRlxFthrowing knife
Knife in Hand -- 6.0 damage | +1 target practice (7)