zephyr
"Get the fuck offa her!"
To say that you're angry would be an oversimplification. Angry, yes. Furious. Enraged. But also terrified, guilty, scrambling, drowning in the sheer panic that's sent you running to the 'Biter's house, even though you do not run. You do not panic. You do not yell.
But for her? You'd do them all.
You'd been looking for her when you heard. Things had been... weird, since the whole 'hey I wanna put a baby in you' chat, and while you stubbornly waited for her to come home at first, eventually you found yourself by the bonfires, asking for any sign of Vai. And that's when you heard what had happened, and you felt your blood drain out, replaced with fire and guilt and wrath. You'd grabbed the kid who told you by the collar, shaking them as they stammered more information - 'Biter, hurt bad, didn' see it but - and then dropping them and turning up the beach at a dead-ass sprint.
You don't knock, or take off your boots, or any of that shit. You have keys for just this occasion, and now you use them to enter without preamble, calling out in a shaking, booming voice: "VAI!" And when you see her---
---and when you see him---
You don't think. You only swing, grabbing at the back of Sunjata's shirt to pull him off of the bloodied and bruised form that is Vai. Your usually placid face is fully contorted by rage; you pull back a fist and swing is squarely, intending to connect with his jaw. "How fuckin' DARE YOU!" you roar as you swing, wanting nothing more than to reduce him to a pulp.
But there's more important things. Releasing your hold on Sunjata, you drop to your knees beside the couch, reaching with tender, shaking hands toward your lover, horror blanching your face white as you take in the extent of her wounds. "Vai, what'd he do to you?" you whisper, tears unshed in your eyes. "'m sorry, 'm so sorry, I shoulda- fuck, I shoulda been there. I ain't gonna let 'im hurt ya more. I'm takin' y'home."
To say that you're angry would be an oversimplification. Angry, yes. Furious. Enraged. But also terrified, guilty, scrambling, drowning in the sheer panic that's sent you running to the 'Biter's house, even though you do not run. You do not panic. You do not yell.
But for her? You'd do them all.
You'd been looking for her when you heard. Things had been... weird, since the whole 'hey I wanna put a baby in you' chat, and while you stubbornly waited for her to come home at first, eventually you found yourself by the bonfires, asking for any sign of Vai. And that's when you heard what had happened, and you felt your blood drain out, replaced with fire and guilt and wrath. You'd grabbed the kid who told you by the collar, shaking them as they stammered more information - 'Biter, hurt bad, didn' see it but - and then dropping them and turning up the beach at a dead-ass sprint.
You don't knock, or take off your boots, or any of that shit. You have keys for just this occasion, and now you use them to enter without preamble, calling out in a shaking, booming voice: "VAI!" And when you see her---
---and when you see him---
You don't think. You only swing, grabbing at the back of Sunjata's shirt to pull him off of the bloodied and bruised form that is Vai. Your usually placid face is fully contorted by rage; you pull back a fist and swing is squarely, intending to connect with his jaw. "How fuckin' DARE YOU!" you roar as you swing, wanting nothing more than to reduce him to a pulp.
But there's more important things. Releasing your hold on Sunjata, you drop to your knees beside the couch, reaching with tender, shaking hands toward your lover, horror blanching your face white as you take in the extent of her wounds. "Vai, what'd he do to you?" you whisper, tears unshed in your eyes. "'m sorry, 'm so sorry, I shoulda- fuck, I shoulda been there. I ain't gonna let 'im hurt ya more. I'm takin' y'home."
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
