burning versus drowning
deluge & morwenna
Bard
04-17-2024, 02:35 PM
Is he dead? Too many faces swimming in his mind's eye. Rocking like the constant beating of the waves on his sides. Halo, Kite... Andy... Sirius, as well. It's Sirius's face that gives way to Azure's, startling Dread as it shifts and changes. Different feelings, caustic feelings, rage instead of loss. As the feelings rear their ugly head, shapes shift and twist. Azure becomes Kotori. The reason that he was here, toe to toe with all these faces, all these feelings, all this... what is this place? Though he reaches out to bite, to retaliate, to make anything happen for himself here, Dread can't find purchase. The ghosts come out to play too. Tugging at his fur, and Dread can swear he smells his mother. For the first time in how long, he can smell Zee. She's so real here, and he's already aching. How could he have forgotten? How could he have lost this to his memories? She's not alone. There's Keahi here too, encouraging him while he trains, teasing him about a girl. About a girl. Collapsed in a heap on the beach, Deluge is the first thing to come into focus through seawater. Through seawater, through tears, through the blood that still streamed from the wound that was his ear. It's a cough that comes after a fretful pause, followed by a retch, a wheeze. Sputtering, though Dread is weaker than even he anticipated. Edges of his vision fuzzy, blurry in the middle, everything still swimming. Why does it still feel like he's being buffeted by the waves? Through all of it, Dread aches. He seethes. Out here drowning, with injuries from flesh and blood to blame. Bitterness, and something worse resting on his tongue. There's so much to come to grips with, too much, and here he sprawls. "Fuck're you, an ang--" Dread cuts himself off, another round of choking and gagging as still more water comes up. An angel? Blood and spit, nose running, and he's trembling. Shaking, can't control it. Coughing and hacking, but that means he's breathing. Breath in his lungs, though Dread can't beat the trembling back. Morwenna too, her voice echoing through his head, the smell of valerian sharp in his nose and in front of his face. Reaching up to swat at the bundle, though his gaze is quick to track to her face. A weak smile, grateful. A sight for sore eyes, but alive. Dread reaches up for the bloody side of Deluge's face with a trembling hand, finally trying to catch his breath. Something has come to life in his chest. Come alive. A few more silvery threads have snapped, have broken. Too much has pressed Dread too far. The man that's come out of the water is a different one, different than the man that went in. It's aged the boy in ways he can't describe, though it's etched across his features. "That motherfucker," Dread shook his head incredulously, groaning at the pain in the side of his head. Right. Tattered ear, still... it's bad. It's bad, and the bleeding hasn't stopped. Tattered, probably would need to be cut back to heal properly. More concerned with Deluge, as the extent of her injuries come into focus too. "All of them... they're really all like that." Tone flat, bitter where it rests in his mouth. Dread's chest ached, ached in ways it would ache for the last time. He's certain of that much. |
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