Boom {{ || Duchaui feat. Perchess || }}
mischievousmarvelousmagicalmaui:
pretty-perdita:
There was a flash of blonde hair through the smoke–she thought. She couldn’t be sure. The smoke was billowing black and foul and before Duchess even yelled at her, Perdita was already stumbling away. She reacted on instinct, running from the danger.
Perdita was no hero.
She had only gone a few steps when a sound exploded into the air, knocking Perdita into the nearest wall. Her heart felt like it had exploded in her chest as well, but she didn’t pause.
She scrambled towards the front door, glad that they were on the first level.
“Help!” she screeched out into the air, not thinking enough to use her phone, which was still clutched tightly in her hand. “Help!”
It just so happened that Maui was heading back from the lake. He tended to go out there a night these days and swim around, whether as a human, a dolphin, or an eel, he just wanted to swim. It tired him out enough that he could go back to his room and crash and not have to think about the person sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room.
He had hoped it would get better, and it did. Somewhat.
The water helped. It soothed him. And the walk back to the door always had him shivering, so that he’d crawl right into bed and fall asleep.
Except, tonight, things were going to play out differently.
He heard the explosion–though, it didn’t sound like that to him. It just sounded like a car backfiring. Didn’t really surprise him. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that he heard someone screaming for help and his heart jumped into his throat.
Fuck yeah, he thought and took off at a run in the direction of the voice.
There was a woman stumbling about, covered in soot. He stopped in front of her, grabbing her shoulders.
“Lady, hey–hey! Is there anyone else in that building?”
“Duchess! Duchess!”
Well, that definitely sounded like the name of a pet and Maui hesitated, watching as smoke billowed out of the front entrance where one of the windows had shattered. The woman looked at him with tear streaks on her face.
“Do something!” she sobbed, which kicked Maui into gear.
He nodded and the next second, he wasn’t a human, but a cheetah, small and sleek, slipping into the building. He moved fast and agile through the front lobby, staying low to the ground. The fire licked up the sides of the building but he raced around it.
It did not take him long to find a woman stumbling about in disorientation. Within a blink, he changed again–this time into an albatross, lifting up into the air, beating his wings hard enough to clear the smoke and flames, so the way to the exist flashed into the woman’s line of vision.
It was irrational the way Duchess struggled to gather what things she could. But she wanted to save everything, to keep her hard work in one piece. It didn’t matter that it was all coming down around her. The thick smoke choked her and made her eyes water but she was determined. Very determined.
She stumbled around, barely able to see and barely able to breathe, grasping at fabrics that were beginning to burn. Soot had turned her blonde hair a dark black and it covered her typically porcelain skin. As she grabbed her fabrics, flames licked at her hands and arms though she didn’t pay much attention to the pain. None of it would matter until she had all her most important pieces tucked away and safe.
The shitty thing about being a designer and having a building full of different flammable fabrics meant that fire spread so quickly. It didn’t take long for the whole bottom half of the building to be engulfed in flames. Didn’t take long for Duchess to begin to feel the effects of her surroundings. Her vision swam and her head ached as she coughed in an attempt to breathe. She was ready to give up, honestly. If this was to be how she went, so be it. Everything else was going up in flames, it was only fitting she did to.
She was ready to give up when there was a gust of wind and she saw the exit through her blurry eyes. She stumbled towards, her movements sluggish and erratic at best. There was no denying that the continued exposure to the inferno around her had made her weak. So weak that her stumbling soon became too much and she fell into one of the walls, coughing harshly as she slumped down.