Losing Myself Piece By Piece

It didn't register with her how she must look to her poor children - at least not yet. All she could think about was Resin, the image of her teeth swallowing up her vision burned into her memory, her worry over what would come next absolutely overwhelming her. She wanted to make sure Resin was okay, she wanted to go assure her mate that everything would be alright. It wouldn't be, but it was a lie she wanted to believe. She vaguely felt Artorias rubbing her back and barely heard his reassurances as her children kept her from trying to get up while Gwynevere continued to work away at her wound.

The cloths soaked in infused water stung the open flesh for a moment, but eventually the smell of lavender was able to overwhelm the metallic scent of blood, breathing it in deeply as the panic continued to work at her lungs. A combination of the pure exhaustion, blood loss, and the soothing smell of the herbs Gwyn was using eventually lulled her body into sleep, though she wasn't entirely aware of it until she was swallowed up in blackness. Her body forced her brain to turn off just long enough for her to rest and calm down, shutting herself down out of self preservation.




















"Tamsyn" | "Blue"