WESSEX
the wraith
Between her and Deimos, they manage to remove the rocks, unaware of the extensive damage that’s already been done. Wessex can’t look at the big man, can’t bear to meet his gaze and be asked what happened here, because it could have gone so much better, it could have, and it didn’t. The would-be saviors were of two-factions who didn’t know how to work together, couldn’t communicate, and likely didn’t know about Ronin’s star-power (Wessex sure as hell didn’t). They were intent on pursuing their own courses of action and the result was this: one disappeared man, one broken girl, two crushed appendages, and more obliteration in a few hours than their sleepy little bubble had ever seen. It’s a day that will likely go down in infamy, a day of biblical events: a (mud) flood, the destruction of the temple, and the deaths of too many firstborn children. A day of Goddesses. A day of miraculous magic. A day they’ll spend years recovering from.
There’s a movement from the prone girl and Wessex zeroes in on it - a flutter of lashes, and she tries to keep Amalia horizontal, hand shoved beneath her head as she falls again, placing it gently on the ground, or rubble, or whatever she’s laying on. Her other hand takes Amalia’s as they reach up to her, reaching for Jigano’s magic and copying with her own basic, simple efforts. They glow a little, but it may be the only indication that she’s concentrating on the healing. “Shhhhhhh,” she soothes, wiping strands of dust-covered hair away from her eyes. “Everyone’s fine,” she says without a second thought. “Everyone’s ok,” except for you.
Glancing at her lover (none of them know about the engagement), Wessex nods at him, assuming she can’t see the General. “Deimos is here.” She shifts a little so he can come into her line of sight and then looks back down at Ama, recreating the days when the girl would come to her with a child’s boo-boo or some other injury, wanting comfort and reassurance. The world is not going to end today - it didn’t then, and it won’t now. “We need you to tell us if anything feels... wrong. Or suddenly feels a lot worse. Ok?”
That rock - need to make sure she's ok on the inside before we move her anywhere to rest. But yes, she agrees. They need to get out of here and to someplace more conducive to healing.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
