until i'm ready, let me be
From the outskirts of the firelight comes a hoarse, tearful laugh.
Amalia staggers out of the darkness, bloody and disheveled but still up on her feet. "Deimos" she calls, clutching her bleeding and shrapnel-filled stomach with a bruised and trembling hand. Ronin and Remi are left to be tended to, the Shield too tired to carry them further; her eyes and attention search the crowd now for her own family, her own safe place to land.
Evie and Deimos. Sister and husband. Shelter from the storm.
She makes it to a nearby stoop on trembling legs, her face and body still covered in blood and viscera that is not hers. The only clean part of her are her cheeks: tear-stained, though the girl has long since run out of tears to shed. From somewhere Jyoti rockets through the crowd, calling urgently and leaving starlight as she rushes to her soulmate's side, but the Shield barely registers. "Evie," Amalia croaks out quietly, blinking in the blinding light. "Deimos? I need... I need help. Please."
Amalia staggers out of the darkness, bloody and disheveled but still up on her feet. "Deimos" she calls, clutching her bleeding and shrapnel-filled stomach with a bruised and trembling hand. Ronin and Remi are left to be tended to, the Shield too tired to carry them further; her eyes and attention search the crowd now for her own family, her own safe place to land.
Evie and Deimos. Sister and husband. Shelter from the storm.
She makes it to a nearby stoop on trembling legs, her face and body still covered in blood and viscera that is not hers. The only clean part of her are her cheeks: tear-stained, though the girl has long since run out of tears to shed. From somewhere Jyoti rockets through the crowd, calling urgently and leaving starlight as she rushes to her soulmate's side, but the Shield barely registers. "Evie," Amalia croaks out quietly, blinking in the blinding light. "Deimos? I need... I need help. Please."
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
