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05-20-2017, 11:30 AM
The reality of her decision doesn’t actually set in till she figures out it’s all real, that the countdown has begun and she’s already spiraling down towards that drain.
I’m gonna die some day.
Her lips ache as her teeth sink down into them, pleading for mercy as the iron taste of blood seeps onto her tongue. They snap back like a whip, frown whisking across her face as her brows tear themselves into a mess of pain and overall upsettedness.
Why would I do that?
Birds chirp in her ears, her eyes now narrowing as she squints to try and see them in the trees. They don’t pay her any mind and she can’t tell if she’s upset with them for it or not, or if it’s just the harshness of her newfound reality setting in. Either way, her chest drums a beat so rapidly that she feels it in her ribcage and all the way to her brain.
Everything, gone.
“Akita?” The trees swallow her voice, soft and feeble as the lump in her throat grows enough for her to feel like she’s choking. Nothing replies back, no one comes through the trees to see her and make sure she’s okay, and Akita definitely doesn’t make an appearance.
One more time. “Akita!” Birds scatter, each making their own way into somewhere else, where they don’t have to watch a small mare crumple herself up in the grass and the dew and shed far too many tears over a name they couldn’t care for.
The newfound silence only makes it worse, hacking up the chokehold in her throat as a few solid tears swell up in her eyes. No one is coming, but she’s completely prepared to let herself believe that. Her ideas of mortals had been that they’d do anything for those that were around them, drawn to each other like flies are drawn to their corpses in the end of their days, always searching.
If she can’t find Akita, then she’ll have to be like them. I’m one of them now. A hesitant reminder to herself that only hurts more to know, but Tsurei would do anything for her sister regardless of the act, and in the end, self-sacrifice was enough.
Shakiness taunts her as she struggles to find her balance, frowning more and letting few tears slide down her cheeks as she looks down at the one leg that misses what remains of her original wings, vacant. She swallows up the pain of it with a sigh, gentle reminder gracing her lips in hope she’s the only one to hear her whispers. “This was your choice, you’ve got to live with it now.”
It doesn’t do anything to help, and instead achieves in only making her feel worse. She should think more, should care more for herself, but the thought never passes over her head when the time really comes.
Except, she couldn’t imagine the amount of agony Akita would feel at the loss of her.
So, with her legs finally finding themselves, tears bothering her every blink as they clot up in her lashes, throat aching with the feeling of coming into attendance, her voice comes out shaky and nearly broken, next to begging.
“AKITA!”
I can tell you right not that it was intended to come out as something else, but her sister rules her mind for the time being, not wishing to throw everything away only to waste a lifetime written in numbers with an unknown end date just to find the person she gave it up for, and she is the only thing that she believes will save her now.
OOC: Sad baby doesn't know how to get it together but please come pick her butt up and take her home.
Would also be nice if the threads move quickly c':
I’m gonna die some day.
Her lips ache as her teeth sink down into them, pleading for mercy as the iron taste of blood seeps onto her tongue. They snap back like a whip, frown whisking across her face as her brows tear themselves into a mess of pain and overall upsettedness.
Why would I do that?
Birds chirp in her ears, her eyes now narrowing as she squints to try and see them in the trees. They don’t pay her any mind and she can’t tell if she’s upset with them for it or not, or if it’s just the harshness of her newfound reality setting in. Either way, her chest drums a beat so rapidly that she feels it in her ribcage and all the way to her brain.
Everything, gone.
“Akita?” The trees swallow her voice, soft and feeble as the lump in her throat grows enough for her to feel like she’s choking. Nothing replies back, no one comes through the trees to see her and make sure she’s okay, and Akita definitely doesn’t make an appearance.
One more time. “Akita!” Birds scatter, each making their own way into somewhere else, where they don’t have to watch a small mare crumple herself up in the grass and the dew and shed far too many tears over a name they couldn’t care for.
The newfound silence only makes it worse, hacking up the chokehold in her throat as a few solid tears swell up in her eyes. No one is coming, but she’s completely prepared to let herself believe that. Her ideas of mortals had been that they’d do anything for those that were around them, drawn to each other like flies are drawn to their corpses in the end of their days, always searching.
If she can’t find Akita, then she’ll have to be like them. I’m one of them now. A hesitant reminder to herself that only hurts more to know, but Tsurei would do anything for her sister regardless of the act, and in the end, self-sacrifice was enough.
Shakiness taunts her as she struggles to find her balance, frowning more and letting few tears slide down her cheeks as she looks down at the one leg that misses what remains of her original wings, vacant. She swallows up the pain of it with a sigh, gentle reminder gracing her lips in hope she’s the only one to hear her whispers. “This was your choice, you’ve got to live with it now.”
It doesn’t do anything to help, and instead achieves in only making her feel worse. She should think more, should care more for herself, but the thought never passes over her head when the time really comes.
Except, she couldn’t imagine the amount of agony Akita would feel at the loss of her.
So, with her legs finally finding themselves, tears bothering her every blink as they clot up in her lashes, throat aching with the feeling of coming into attendance, her voice comes out shaky and nearly broken, next to begging.
“AKITA!”
I can tell you right not that it was intended to come out as something else, but her sister rules her mind for the time being, not wishing to throw everything away only to waste a lifetime written in numbers with an unknown end date just to find the person she gave it up for, and she is the only thing that she believes will save her now.
OOC: Sad baby doesn't know how to get it together but please come pick her butt up and take her home.
Would also be nice if the threads move quickly c':
