Carve Thy Heart

Lily Herne || 23 || Carpenter “Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.”

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s(nicoxdamen):

Nico ducked out of instinct when he heard something hit the wall. “Shit, do you mind? I mean come on, I’m blind here. It’s super rude to just throw shit at people, especially blind people!” He protested, hands waving in the air. “And here I was checking to see how you were doing and stuff. Heard you were in the explosion and all, and I thought I’d see if you needed help or something.”

Instead of answering Lily started looking for another thing to throw. She’d rather just get up and punch the guy but that wasn’t really an option right now. Pity, Lily really wanted to smash someone’s face in and Nico’s looked super punch-able.

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(seanmaddox):

Sean visibly gulped simply at the look he was receiving and he knew he should probably get out but he wasn’t that smart to actually just do that. “What happened to you’re hand? You alright?” He asked, raising his eyebrows a little before his jaw dropped a little and he resembled a deer caught in headlights as the knife went past his head and he gulped again. “I’ll…uh, I’ll…go.” He managed to stutter out as he backed up, nodding slightly as his back hit the door, glancing at the knife. “It was nice meeting you.”

What had happened? What had happened? Was the boy a simpleton? Did he have no awareness of the base around him? She had been blown up  with a couple hundred people and then buried under a pile of rubble. Government and terrorism at best. She glance at her knife as the boy hit the back of the door. She’s have to retrieve that later.

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(blakesbliss):

Blake winced as she swept up the glass, brows drawing together when the cabinet rattled with Lily’s hit. She chewed on her lip while she finished sweeping up the glass, depositing it in the bin. Without a word, Blake replaced the broom where it’d been, not wanting to provoke any more anger from Lily. She returned to her spot on the floor, once again picking up the chair leg. 

Lily watched as Blake put the broom away and wobbled back over to her chair, falling on to it. She couldn’t stop the twinge that came to her face as the stitches Blake had redone pulled at her skin. Her eyes remained fixed at the door, willing Blake way. Willing her beaten corpse  just to stand up and leave.

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(blakesbliss):

Blake stared for a moment in worry before casting her eyes downwards again and continuing to work. She glanced up on occasion at Lily - she liked the woman, and in a way was indebted to her (whether or not Lily liked it) but she worried about her and was most definitely afraid of the woman’s explosive anger. The smash caught Blake off guard, but she was reserved enough to contain a cry of surprise that would’ve accompanied the chair leg clattering to the floor. God, she wanted to get out of here. But everywhere she went was more or less going to be the same - James couldn’t talk.. couldn’t understand her. Lyden was probably busy or busy thinking or busy working. After sitting for a moment to calm her startled heart, Blake stood from the floor and retrieved the broom. 

Part of Lily, a rather large part, wanted to throw something at Blake when she started to brush away the shattered glass. What bother? What was the point? What, was she going to add some small cuts to her bum leg? Fall and reopen her stomach for the nth time? Why was she still here? But there was nothing to throw. What was she going to swipe at Blake again with her crutch? End up a crumpled mess on the floor again? Lily settled for whacking the crutch against the cabinet making the furniture rattle, denting the soft wood of the crutch. Eyes burning.

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The half carved piece of wood tumbled from Lily’s clumsy, casted hand. A wave of rage rolled through her and her left hand had stabbed the offending piece of wood with a dagger before her mind even had the chance to register taking the weapon out. She couldn’t work like this. 

Nico jumped at the noise of something being stabbed. “Uh, this is definitely a bad time. You don’t have any blunt objects right now to add to the sharp one, right?”

Lily rolled her eye to the ceiling. Why? Why did it have to be Nico of all people? Why did to have to be the fucking blind annoying asshole to appear in front of her. Fucking Life. She grabbed at the block of wood, biting at the hilt of the dagger. Her teeth and jaw protested as she yanked of the weapon that was stubbornly lodged in the wood. She spit out the dagger and tossed the block next to his head. Admiring as it made a resounding wack against the wall. Shit could see but he sure as hell should of been able to see, if not feel, that.

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The half carved piece of wood tumbled from Lily’s clumsy, casted hand. A wave of rage rolled through her and her left hand had stabbed the offending piece of wood with a dagger before her mind even had the chance to register taking the weapon out. She couldn’t work like this. 

“Did that wood piss you off or something?” Sean asked timidly as he carefully looked at the material with a dagger protruding from it then back to Lily before clearing his throat as he averted his gaze again, not really knowing where he was to look. “Um…I’m Sean and I…uh, I’m training to be a carpenter but the guy that was teaching me died and I was just wondering if you could help me out and stuff?” He murmured quietly, lifting his gaze slightly. “Everyone says you’re really good at you’re job and- but I don’t wanna annoy you so I get it, if you say no.”

Lily eyed the boy in distaste. His stumbling of words. His pussy nervous nature. Would he just stop talking. How did he even get in? Did Blake unlock the fucking door again? Fuck safety. She just wanted to be alone. How fucking hard was that. Were most people just good at dying? He should get on that. Her good hand shakily grabbed at another of her daggers and she threw it at the imbecile, glaring as it embedded itself into door next to him. Fucking aim.

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The half carved piece of wood tumbled from Lily’s clumsy, casted hand. A wave of rage rolled through her and her left hand had stabbed the offending piece of wood with a dagger before her mind even had the chance to register taking the weapon out. She couldn’t work like this. 

Blake had been sitting quietly in the corner, sanding a chair leg like Lily had showed her how. When she heard the clatter followed by a thud, she glanced up, remaining silent because she honestly didn’t know what to say to the woman. 

Lily shoved herself disgustedly away from the desk. Nothing fucking worked. Her good arm groped at the homemade crutch, with it she limped over to the cabinet. She threw the door open with her cast, teeth grit as the impact jarred her injury. She should get some drugs. Some of her old connections still had to be alive. Until then. Lily grabbed the bottle of moonshine from the cabinet; this would have to do. She leaded against the cabinet and downed the rest of the bottle, barely feeling the burn. She snarled at it when is was empty, hand squeezing the neck of the jug. Useless. Her neck burned cold; empty. She threw the bottle on the ground at watched it shatter with little satisfaction. Her good and moved her clutch at the crutch, wood digging at the skin, threatening to splinter. Fuck it. Fuck all of it.

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The half carved piece of wood tumbled from Lily’s clumsy, casted hand. A wave of rage rolled through her and her left hand had stabbed the offending piece of wood with a dagger before her mind even had the chance to register taking the weapon out. She couldn’t work like this. 

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riddledjustice:

“So yeah,” Grant continued, having one arm securely around the bag to make sure nothing would fall. “Not really my best moment. Siblings are a touchy subject for me, and Blake is- she doesn’t deserve any of this. It’s always a chance you take, going with something you believe in that’s lawfully wrong, but that doesn’t mean she deserves this mess - that any of them do, but I don’t know any of the others like I know her.” Smiling at Lily, he nodded, “I promise not to freak out anymore. I don’t usually get that emotional around people I hardly know, or people I even know pretty well. I shouldn’t have put you in an uncomfortable position, I wasn’t exactly thinking.” Shrugging, took a step back in the direction of his house. “I can shut up and leave you alone now. I just wanted to make things okay with you? Or at least try to.”

Grant was starting to remind her of Peter, and Lily wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Talkative, annoying; but harmless. But unlike Peter he hadn’t learned to read others. Lily sighed through her nose and glanced around. The nice thing about Maggot’s farmland was that it was flat. The paddock area you could see for almost a mile in every direction. It made it easy to spot the horses, and, anything else. Infected, thieves, spies. Her hand went up to caress the ring at her throat. Family. That’s what was n looking out for. Maybe it was time to throw him another bone. “She is hiding.” She told him, her hand dropping from the ring to pick up a fence slat that she started to move into place. “With a friend.” Or something more than a friend, despite Lily’s attempts to ignore her new housemates some things refused not to be blocked. “It’s stocked and secure.” Lily still wouldn’t tell him where; if he couldn’t already guess. It wasn’t a large leap after all, but Lily still had to keep her cards close to her chest. She slid the top slat snugly into place.

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blakesbliss:

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Groggy. Like a night after too much drinking but worse. A groan escaped from in between her lips. Okay. Much worse. Lily’s eyes flickered open to a blur. She shifted and her teeth sliced through her lip as she held in a scream. Copper filled her parched mouth as fire ripped up her arm from her wrist. Lily lolled her head to the side, fighting the urge to gag through the blood as her eyes gave her a fuzzy vision of her arm encased in plaster.

Hospital.

Lily shot up in bed, ignoring the wave of nausea that came with the sudden movement.  Her world was spinning. What. These weren’t her clothes. Where were her things? A bruised hand shot up to her bare neck. No. 

Screams. Shooting. Weakening wails of pain.

Lily pulled herself out of the bed. That might have been a mistake. A shot of electricity blast up her strangely heavy leg. More plaster. Lily grit her teeth and ignored it. Later. She had more important things to deal with now. Her good hand snatched at the plastic bag near her bed. ‘JANE DOE’ She ripped it open, tearing the label to bits in the process. It was a mess. Her leather jacket was dusty and ripped, half her tools were missing from her belt, along with her clothes. What? Daggers missing. What had—her head throbbed. She clutched at a sheath pulling out her father’s knife. Good. But where—? The world tilted again and Lily went crashing to the ground. She could not silence the cry the bubbled up from her raw throat, blood started to seep through her hospital gown. Echo’s off a building collapsing rippling through her mind.

Lily hugged her abdomen as the sharp pain shook through her, her warm blood staining her arm.  

Dark. Pressing.  Air thick with dust, rubbing down her throat, her lungs.  She couldn’t move. Pinned.

Her vision wavered as it did then. She couldn’t surrender to the darkness. Not again. She had to find it. It had to be somewhere.

Flickers of light. Shouting. There was a shift and she could breath. A cry of pain roared through her as she was dragged. Grass, concrete, splintered wood. Darkness.  

Lily struggled, trying to get her tagged legs to listen, to stand from the red beneath her.  Dizziness buzzed in her head making the world ripple. It didn’t matter. It was still down there. She had to get it. Find it.

Seeing James alive had made Blake feel that much more relieved, but some part of her was worse-off not knowing what was up with him. Something was wrong, but she wasn’t sure what it was. It was obvious he wasn’t pranking her. She’d listened to Lyden, though, and satisfied that he was alive and safe, she’d headed out. But when she caught sight of Lily through an open door with blood seeping through her gown, Blake broke off from him and darted into the room. 

“Lily? Lily, are you okay? Hey, be careful, I think you ripped some stitches,” She knelt down Lily’s side, thinking better of touching her. She was glad she was alright, but at the same time she was worried about her - the woman looked in pretty damn rough shape. “I need to find you a doctor,” She hummed worriedly, moving to get off the floor.

Again. It was the god damn leg. It was useless. Lily would crawl out of this place back to the rubble if she had to. If she didn’t run into another delaying doctor or nurse. Again. Blood seeped from her midriff again; an annoyance. Nothing more. She had to get out. She had to—avoid getting rushed by a loud blonde blur. Blake. It was Blake not the punch-able doctor.

Blake. BlakeBlakeBlakeBlakeBlake. Blake.

Lily pulled herself back to a standing position with the bed. Blake was getting a doctor. Why was Blake getting her a doctor? That was what she was trying to avoid. Lily felt her chest tightening and bile bubbled up in her throat. She swallowed it down. Blood wasn’t important. Breathing wasn’t important. Her vision narrowed and she grabbed at Blake. She couldn’t draw attention. She couldn’t.

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blakesbliss:

Blake paced until she noticed Lyden reaching for her, waiting until he’d caught the bottle of wine to let out a heavy sigh and sit down beside him. She sat with her shoulder against his, tapping her fingers against her knees, “I’m just worried about him. You know just as well as I do that he really can’t take care of himself.” She turned her head to look at him - usually she wasn’t this way, but extreme stress did funny things to her. Besides, she really wasn’t sure how to calm down, Lyden helped but the stress and jittering didn’t just disappear.

Lyden widened his eyes, “that’s nearly an understatement.” No, that comment wouldn’t make Blake feel better, but she wasn’t under the impression that her brother was something he wasn’t. He was shocked seeing James was still alive, but less so when he heard it was thanks to Blake. He tipped the bottle towards Lily in acknowledgement while addressing Blake’s concerns. “I know you’re worried, but right now? We’re the ones in more danger than him. With the disgusting looks Flap Jaw gives your brother, he’s not going to simply be left alone. It’s better than nothing.” Taking a drink off the bottle of wine, he handed it over to Blake. She needed to de-stress more than he did.

Lily drained the rest of her glass down. With that done her mind sifted to the next issue: work. She was behind what with the day going to hell.  It too late to go and do errands at this point. If she went to the black smith now she knew he wouldn’t even open his door. Her fingers drummed once against the table as she thought to herself.

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ainegeraldcaine:

Blood splattered on his face and he felt a fist connect with his jaw. Quickly, he moved with the motion, lessening the pain. She could definitely pack a punch, that was for sure. But Caine had dealt with worse patients and he could definitely hold his own. Quickly leaning back up, he moved to restraint her, grabbing her good wrist. 

Lily yanked her arm away for all the good it did her. The world blurred again and she found herself slumped against him.

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geraldcaine:

aceoflilies:

Groggy. Like a night after too much drinking but worse. A groan escaped from in between her lips. Okay. Much worse. Lily’s eyes flickered open to a blur. She shifted and her teeth sliced through her lip as she held in a scream. Copper filled her parched mouth as fire ripped up her arm from her wrist. Lily lolled her head to the side, fighting the urge to gag through the blood as her eyes gave her a fuzzy vision of her arm encased in plaster.

Hospital.

Lily shot up in bed, ignoring the wave of nausea that came with the sudden movement.  Her world was spinning. What. These weren’t her clothes. Where were her things? A bruised hand shot up to her bare neck. No. 

Screams. Shooting. Weakening wails of pain.

Lily pulled herself out of the bed. That might have been a mistake. A shot of electricity blast up her strangely heavy leg. More plaster. Lily grit her teeth and ignored it. Later. She had more important things to deal with now. Her good hand snatched at the plastic bag near her bed. ‘JANE DOE’ She ripped it open, tearing the label to bits in the process. It was a mess. Her leather jacket was dusty and ripped, half her tools were missing from her belt, along with her clothes. What? Daggers missing. What had—her head throbbed. She clutched at a sheath pulling out her father’s knife. Good. But where—? The world tilted again and Lily went crashing to the ground. She could not silence the cry the bubbled up from her raw throat, blood started to seep through her hospital gown. Echo’s off a building collapsing rippling through her mind.

Lily hugged her abdomen as the sharp pain shook through her, her warm blood staining her arm.  

Dark. Pressing.  Air thick with dust, rubbing down her throat, her lungs.  She couldn’t move. Pinned.

Her vision wavered as it did then. She couldn’t surrender to the darkness. Not again. She had to find it. It had to be somewhere.

Flickers of light. Shouting. There was a shift and she could breath. A cry of pain roared through her as she was dragged. Grass, concrete, splintered wood. Darkness.  

Lily struggled, trying to get her tagged legs to listen, to stand from the red beneath her.  Dizziness buzzed in her head making the world ripple. It didn’t matter. It was still down there. She had to get it. Find it. 

How many people had Caine stitched up in the last hour? How many people had he confirmed as dead? This was just pure chaos and Caine had been expecting somebody to ruin his hard work. He hadn’t expected it to be the woman, the Jane Doe. Her injuries were terrible and they’d used quite a few pain killers to insure that she could actually sleep through the casting process. Now, though…

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Caine said, grabbing her shoulders gently. Her stitching was ruined, he’d have to do it again. “C’mon, back to the bed. You’re hurt.”

No. She spat blood up at the man’s face. She wasn’t going back to bed. She didn’t have time for this. She had to find it. Her neck was cold empty. She pushed back at him good hand tightening into a fist and socking her jailer in the jaw.

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Groggy. Like a night after too much drinking but worse. A groan escaped from in between her lips. Okay. Much worse. Lily’s eyes flickered open to a blur. She shifted and her teeth sliced through her lip as she held in a scream. Copper filled her parched mouth as fire ripped up her arm from her wrist. Lily lolled her head to the side, fighting the urge to gag through the blood as her eyes gave her a fuzzy vision of her arm encased in plaster.

Hospital.

Lily shot up in bed, ignoring the wave of nausea that came with the sudden movement.  Her world was spinning. What. These weren’t her clothes. Where were her things? A bruised hand shot up to her bare neck. No. 

Screams. Shooting. Weakening wails of pain.

Lily pulled herself out of the bed. That might have been a mistake. A shot of electricity blast up her strangely heavy leg. More plaster. Lily grit her teeth and ignored it. Later. She had more important things to deal with now. Her good hand snatched at the plastic bag near her bed. ‘JANE DOE’ She ripped it open, tearing the label to bits in the process. It was a mess. Her leather jacket was dusty and ripped, half her tools were missing from her belt, along with her clothes. What? Daggers missing. What had—her head throbbed. She clutched at a sheath pulling out her father’s knife. Good. But where—? The world tilted again and Lily went crashing to the ground. She could not silence the cry the bubbled up from her raw throat, blood started to seep through her hospital gown. Echo’s off a building collapsing rippling through her mind.

Lily hugged her abdomen as the sharp pain shook through her, her warm blood staining her arm.  

Dark. Pressing.  Air thick with dust, rubbing down her throat, her lungs.  She couldn’t move. Pinned.

Her vision wavered as it did then. She couldn’t surrender to the darkness. Not again. She had to find it. It had to be somewhere.

Flickers of light. Shouting. There was a shift and she could breath. A cry of pain roared through her as she was dragged. Grass, concrete, splintered wood. Darkness.  

Lily struggled, trying to get her tagged legs to listen, to stand from the red beneath her.  Dizziness buzzed in her head making the world ripple. It didn’t matter. It was still down there. She had to get it. Find it.

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james-holmgren:

The woman didn’t say another word and it didn’t take James too long to realize, that had been from Blake. Oh, duh. She wanted another message to give to Blake. “I’m safe, good. I’m staying with Grant. And I love her too. Tell her to stay safe, okay?”

Lily nodded, she’d give Blake the message, not that it wasn’t any new information but Blake would probably take some comfort in it. Hopefully. If not she still had that rope. She stood up again, making to leave the dining hall and go back to her area when a low resounding boom shook the floor, literally. Lily’s ears where ringing, then the screaming started, the creaking. Lily’s eyes shot to the ceiling just in time to see a chunk of it detach.

Everything went black.