[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded

unhinge your jaw —

Almost as if in an instant, Hotaru is there. And Kiada writhes and writhes, the bone sticking out of her leg as the searing pain continues and burns, tears well and fall from her eyes as she gasps, only pausing when Hotaru’s curtain of blonde hair and body blocks further onslaught. She does as instructed, deep breaths, calming and quelling the pain she feels, the panic at being unable to walk, unable to move.

But Deimos is there soon too, his rumble calming her enough too, until his hands are placed beneath her and she cries out in the pain of her leg that sparks lightning up the rest of her. The cries remain, hands gripping the dirt as Zuriel pieces her fracture back into place and once it’s done, once the skin is knit over itself and healed, only then does she finally calm.

Thank you… Go, I’ll be okay. It’s a breathless message, sent as she sits up finally to stand, heart thundering in her chest as she tries to get her bearings. Others needed him more than she did now. And while she still had scrapes and bruises, at least her leg was back in place.

— go for the throat

KIADA