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05-28-2016, 08:57 PM
I pray all ten fade away.
A long pained moan reached her despite the distance between them. Rikyn. She sighed as she studied the ruined landscape around him, her small shadow rolled over the earth underneath her. The dark from of the boy she'd befriended laid as a crumpled heap on the ground. The memories of their time in the cave together sparked her memories, the way they'd argued then flew. Landing softly beside him, Aelin bent down and gently nuzzled his neck, trying to soothe him. The scent she'd inhaled once before filled her senses, it was so familiar she always felt better. "Rikyn..." Her whisper may be lost to the winds, her eyes study his crumpled frame. There was a plea and a question in her whisper. Why did you do this? Please, please be okay. The wounds are (as expected) gruesome, why had he gone and done something so stupid? He had to have realised this was the state he'd end up in. Tears threaten to break from her eyes, determinedly she blinks them away. Sniffling she moves so they come face to face, her gaze fixed upon his face.
Likely the appearance of Gaucho would scare him, so she attempted to block his view of her father. It would most likely be unsuccessful unless he kept his gaze on her and blocked out the rest of the world. "Look at me." Soft, gentle tones spoke only of her care for him - not the anger she felt at him attacking her homeland. At the moment nothing else really mattered. "Trust me," she breathed softly to him. Seeing him this way again...it was infuriating and heartbreaking. "You're going to be okay."
@Gaucho
I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires.
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