AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
At once, life surrounds her--
--but Remi isn't breathing.
The roar of the crisis fills her ears like water, flooding, flooding, flooding her brain, trickling through her thoughts. There is a stranger, falling beside her, torn apart by shards of ice. There is Wessex, her hands on Remi, pushing as though to force the life back into him (why?). There is another scream of anguish, and she doesn't know if it comes from her or from someone else. There is Evie, her hair as red as blood (is it blood?), pushing in and looking at her and she's saying something, something, and Amalia knows she has to do something---
Shakily the girl rises, gently and reluctantly releasing Remi's head. "Put them on me," she whispers, black eyes never leaving the face of her friend. "I'll carry them to... to the infirmary. Both of them. They shouldn't... they shouldn't be separated." With a last, firm look at those around her, Amalia shifts back to qilin form, waiting for the precious cargo to be placed upon her back.
--but Remi isn't breathing.
The roar of the crisis fills her ears like water, flooding, flooding, flooding her brain, trickling through her thoughts. There is a stranger, falling beside her, torn apart by shards of ice. There is Wessex, her hands on Remi, pushing as though to force the life back into him (why?). There is another scream of anguish, and she doesn't know if it comes from her or from someone else. There is Evie, her hair as red as blood (is it blood?), pushing in and looking at her and she's saying something, something, and Amalia knows she has to do something---
Shakily the girl rises, gently and reluctantly releasing Remi's head. "Put them on me," she whispers, black eyes never leaving the face of her friend. "I'll carry them to... to the infirmary. Both of them. They shouldn't... they shouldn't be separated." With a last, firm look at those around her, Amalia shifts back to qilin form, waiting for the precious cargo to be placed upon her back.
you're breaking your own heart
