How do I keep myself from fallin' apart when I ain't never felt part of a whole?
Ru’in’s voice calls for her, broken and raspy, and Enzo’s still-warm hand lies limp in hers like a phantom sensation that even gripping her own hair can’t force away. Her boys - her babies - they need her and she can only cower in the mud, useless, crying for help that isn’t coming-
Strong arms wrap around her, and Hotaru’s hands grasp desperately for the body that falls over hers, for a moment thinking it’s Deimos - until Noah’s scent hits her animal hindbrain. Her fingers curl desperately into his clothes, profound relief washing over her and through the bond as her half-focused magic simultaneously provides a few precious moments of clarity. Noah, she breathes, muddled amidst his commands, a prayer that has no purpose other than the comfort it brings her to utter it.
Her legs are shaky and hurt like hell from falling out of the sky and onto them, but she would follow Noah to the ends of the earth. No amount of terror and trauma can stop the instinctive heeding of his words, the implicit trust in the man that utters them. Though she doesn’t recall telling them to move, her legs half-carry her in the same way Noah half-hauls her forward, and then Deimos is there and their magic combines like a familiar maelstrom. Finally able to breathe, Ru clings to Noah even as the terrible images fade, looking towards Deimos through wind-whipped hair. “It can’t be magic, there’s nobody around,” she croaks, voice tight and ashamed. All she can do is keep her magic at work, attempting to appear more put together than she is even as her hands remain clawed into Noah’s clothes.
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Ru goes with Noah to meet the others and keeps her air magic up against the fog.
Strong arms wrap around her, and Hotaru’s hands grasp desperately for the body that falls over hers, for a moment thinking it’s Deimos - until Noah’s scent hits her animal hindbrain. Her fingers curl desperately into his clothes, profound relief washing over her and through the bond as her half-focused magic simultaneously provides a few precious moments of clarity. Noah, she breathes, muddled amidst his commands, a prayer that has no purpose other than the comfort it brings her to utter it.
Her legs are shaky and hurt like hell from falling out of the sky and onto them, but she would follow Noah to the ends of the earth. No amount of terror and trauma can stop the instinctive heeding of his words, the implicit trust in the man that utters them. Though she doesn’t recall telling them to move, her legs half-carry her in the same way Noah half-hauls her forward, and then Deimos is there and their magic combines like a familiar maelstrom. Finally able to breathe, Ru clings to Noah even as the terrible images fade, looking towards Deimos through wind-whipped hair. “It can’t be magic, there’s nobody around,” she croaks, voice tight and ashamed. All she can do is keep her magic at work, attempting to appear more put together than she is even as her hands remain clawed into Noah’s clothes.
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Ru goes with Noah to meet the others and keeps her air magic up against the fog.
HOTARU
