MAEA
Maea swore and lunged for him the moment she realized what he was about to do, but it was too late. Blades sliced through skin and arteries and blood gushed out, bright crimson in the stark whiteness of the world. Hot droplets sprayed over her face, her hands, and it was all done so quickly and calmly that it chilled her to the bones. Panic wanted to rise up like some tentacled beast within, but she shut it off, shoved it down and acted instead.
Without a care for the precarious perch they sat on she tried to push the man over to his back, onto the roof as she grabbed for his wrists to clamp down on the wounds with her fingers, apply pressure and hopefully stem the dangerous flow. She would fight him for them if she had to, so she could hold his arms high over the heart - maybe it would help, maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked. Maea could taste his blood in her mouth, salt iron and rust - and she though she'd never associate him with anything else, ever again. It tasted like pain, like grief, like helplessness.
"You stupid idiot!" she yelled, "I said tell me, not show! Heal yourself!" And a cold, horrible thought wondered somewhere within if he could, anymore. If he hadn't spent it all on her, on himself...
But he could still shape the ice daggers. So surely there must be some dregs of the healing left.
Without a care for the precarious perch they sat on she tried to push the man over to his back, onto the roof as she grabbed for his wrists to clamp down on the wounds with her fingers, apply pressure and hopefully stem the dangerous flow. She would fight him for them if she had to, so she could hold his arms high over the heart - maybe it would help, maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked. Maea could taste his blood in her mouth, salt iron and rust - and she though she'd never associate him with anything else, ever again. It tasted like pain, like grief, like helplessness.
"You stupid idiot!" she yelled, "I said tell me, not show! Heal yourself!" And a cold, horrible thought wondered somewhere within if he could, anymore. If he hadn't spent it all on her, on himself...
But he could still shape the ice daggers. So surely there must be some dregs of the healing left.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
