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starwardbestrewn2022-01-15 10:28 pm
oncedriven) wrote in starwardbestrewn2022-01-15 10:28 pm
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a dream thawed
You fall. The impact of cannonfire, in your arm, your leg - it will be over too swiftly to really feel it. Your aether is already strained, aand in these last moments, Shiva forsakes you in the end, leaving you naught but the foolish girl you always were -
Everything begins to fade. But before it does, you hear the faintest sound of a voice singing, and a feeling of warmth, carrying you away...
----
You wake slowly, resisting the very idea, resisting the logical conclusion that if you wake, you are alive. Your final summoning was not the act of one who sought to live.
Voices, accented but indistinct. The flow of conversation, and almost familiar the way it lilts. At first, you can't place it, but when one of the voices registers as more masculine, it resolves into a familiar sound.
Ah, Aodhan. Of course he would be the one to hover at your bedside. You are not sure why you expected anything less. Damnably stubborn as he is, unsatisfied with leaving you to the solitude and weight of your sins...
The familiar voice grows agitated, asking something of you that you cannot make out, as the fall claims you again.
Everything begins to fade. But before it does, you hear the faintest sound of a voice singing, and a feeling of warmth, carrying you away...
----
You wake slowly, resisting the very idea, resisting the logical conclusion that if you wake, you are alive. Your final summoning was not the act of one who sought to live.
Voices, accented but indistinct. The flow of conversation, and almost familiar the way it lilts. At first, you can't place it, but when one of the voices registers as more masculine, it resolves into a familiar sound.
Ah, Aodhan. Of course he would be the one to hover at your bedside. You are not sure why you expected anything less. Damnably stubborn as he is, unsatisfied with leaving you to the solitude and weight of your sins...
The familiar voice grows agitated, asking something of you that you cannot make out, as the fall claims you again.