big bad wolf down {mauve's death thread}
Aug 8, 2021 7:44:37 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Aug 8, 2021 7:44:37 GMT -5
M A U V E
Run.
The word is stuck in her throat, she chokes on it as her eyes skim past Robin, landing on Areto who moves with a speed that he dying body cannot contend with. Fear surges through her, sudden and crippling, and it was in that moment she realised that this was it. That this was the moment that she craved in her victims, the moment they realised that death was imminent. She didn't need to see her reflection to know that the ghost of defeat lurked within her.
And when Areto's spear plunges into her stomach the careers name dies on her lips, eyes meeting her killers with disbelief as she looked down at the steel that her stomach had swallowed. Hands cup bloody steel, pressing into the wound as though she could save herself, as though she couldn't comprehend that this was the end, even though she already knew it was.I will never love you.
Bloody gurgles in the back of her throat, bubbling from cracked, pale lips.You're a monster.
It dribbles down her chin, and she realises she can no longer feel her fingertips, or her feet, or much else for that matter. In fact, she was so fucking cold. Body trembling, her knees give way, smashing with grass, which might as well be cement, her teeth grinding together roughly from the impact.When you die for your sins, Mauve,
no one will cry.
Lips tremble as her vision blurs, tears forming like crystals in there corner of her eyes. "I-I..." The tears feel foreign, spilling down her cheeks involuntarily. Hastily she wipes at them, smearing blood and tears and dirt into her skin as her world spins. As her mind reels. As her heart weakens.I will be grateful when you die,
even if your death means my own.
Areto rips the spear from her stomach and she falls, her back hitting the earth, eyes staring up into a sky that surged with angry dark clouds and for a moment she can heart nothing but the fading sound of her own beating heart.You can't give up, not yet.
A surge of blood floods her throat, choking her and she rolls to her side, growing from the inside. Coughing and splattering she spits blood onto the grass, her body convulsing and she desperately fought to live even though she knew it was futile. A well known pattern from victims, their last wind striking, fake belief that they might somehow survive their fate which would usually be sealed by her own bloodied fingers.
In her haze she see's the girl from ten fall, and for the briefest moment she feels relieve because that meant that they had succeeded, that she had broken the boy who proved to be her largest challenge, his strike the killing blow. Then Robin hover's in her vision and behind him she see's the monster that she had created.
"Robin," she croaks through blood soaked lips. "Robin,
Run."