WEAVER
There is a moment when he doesn’t stop, a moment when she’s getting ready to light him on fire simply because she cannot breathe anymore and there may be no other option. She calls to the fire, feeling her magic, holding back because she doesn’t want to hurt him, not like that, and thank the gods he backs off, rolling away.
Weaver rolls to her side, coughing, trying to catch her breath. Honestly she’s just glad she didn’t have to hurt him, because she would have. That’s the real truth, that she would hurt her brother to stop him, if that’s what it took. She sits up slowly, one hand rubbing at her throat as she works to heal herself, ending whatever bruises he might have otherwise caused. Her throat relaxes, and she can breathe again, slowly able to catch her breath.
It takes her a minute to finally lean over to him, to reach a hand out and place it on his arm. It is her way of saying ‘I’m fine’ without actually saying it at all. Because she is fine, and it would have hurt more to burn him than it did to have her throat slightly crushed. After a moment, she pulls out the paper and pencil, scribbling. You are not fine. What’s going on?
Honestly, she almost doesn’t want to ask, but she can’t just leave him like this.
Weaver rolls to her side, coughing, trying to catch her breath. Honestly she’s just glad she didn’t have to hurt him, because she would have. That’s the real truth, that she would hurt her brother to stop him, if that’s what it took. She sits up slowly, one hand rubbing at her throat as she works to heal herself, ending whatever bruises he might have otherwise caused. Her throat relaxes, and she can breathe again, slowly able to catch her breath.
It takes her a minute to finally lean over to him, to reach a hand out and place it on his arm. It is her way of saying ‘I’m fine’ without actually saying it at all. Because she is fine, and it would have hurt more to burn him than it did to have her throat slightly crushed. After a moment, she pulls out the paper and pencil, scribbling. You are not fine. What’s going on?
Honestly, she almost doesn’t want to ask, but she can’t just leave him like this.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
