The battle was unexpected, far more brutal than the two were prepared for. Several wounds covered the Speaker, being human at times like these made her wish she wasn't. She held her side, but stood on wobbling legs as she prepared her next spell.
Over her shoulder, she glanced to Alucard and motioned towards the beast before them. Their enemy stood intimidatingly tall, but it wasn't anything that they had faced before. "This thing has become a huge pain in the arse," she stated, blood beginning to flood her palm. With a deep breath, she created a light in her palm, prepared to blast. "Let's kill this fucker."
He would never understand the grand measure of pride his companions held. At times it seemed the greatest downfall of man, and then there were times like this. When the human spirit shined with a brightness all it's own. Alucard offers her a nod in response. Doing his best not to crack a smile or laugh at her use of such foul language. With otherworldly speed, He broke from behind her and charged the demon to buy her the time she needed to cast her spell.
The beast was eager to meet him on the field. It's massive paws clawing violently at the earth as it advanced. When it looked like they would collide head on, Alucard slid with his great speed between the beast's legs. In the charge the monster had forgotten one crucial detail.
His sword.
The magic blade worked independently of it's master. As the creature tried to slow down and change direction, the sword came flying in without warning, cleaving the great beast's hind leg completely asunder as it followed after Alucard.
"Now Sypha!"
He proclaimed for her to strike, before throwing himself into the air with a mighty leap to get out of range of her spell.
It always impressed the magician, at just how quick Alucard could move. His sword was an anomaly all it's own; the speed and power behind it was only a taste compared to its wielder. Continually mesmerized but him, she forced herself to focus on current situation. She watched carefully as the beast fell from the wounded leg, eyes growing wide with determination.
As if his claim were the bell for activation, Sypha grunted with her brow knit as flames erupted. Her wound only caused a minor distraction as she forced the flames to engulf the fiend. The smell of burning skin filled her nostrils - anger subsiding at the sight of ash flying into the air.
Her shoulders dropped as her spell dissipated, nothing but debris and bone left of the beast. It was a mighty battle; wounds would need some time to heal. She held her side in flinching, losing her footing from expelling as much energy as she did for that strike. Even in aching, she offered a smile to the vampire. "We make a pretty good team, even without Belmont."
listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.
[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.
[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.
[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.
[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.
[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)
[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.
[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.
[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.
[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.
[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.
[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.
[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.
[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.
[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.
[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.
[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.
[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.
[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.
[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.
[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.
[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.
It hadn't been often that Sypha had an opportunity to escape, sit in one of her favorite spaces she found amongst her travels. Under a lovely long-lived oak that sat within the most beautiful field of flowers she had ever laid her eyes upon. Upon the small hill, the breeze passed through as she sat with her eyes closed, enjoying the moment. When her eyes opened once more, she spotted a curious figure amongst the foliage.
Sypha tilted her head, keeping quiet, though curious herself. They were dressed in almost all pink and red and a basket on their arm. She sat and watched the new figure for a while before saying a word.
Genuinely curious although a bit pointed as he asks. Of all the excuses to hear, he never thought he'd hear someone blame the moon of all things. Well, maybe from Trevor it'd make more sense.. but from Sypha?
Sypha flung her hand towards the night sky, the twinkling stars the only other piece of the sky she could pinpoint. It was almost difficult to hold her chuckle back as she nodded. Then, after another moment, she realized how silly it may have sounded.
Her arms folded and she shook her head. A long breath left her, shoulders falling with the next set of words. "Trevor has rubbed off on me, I suppose," she admitted. His personality was infectious, allowing this silly side to come out of her from time to time. "I suppose if there's anything to blame, it is not the moon."
"I just can't shake off this feeling of filth…"
"Why won't it go away?!"
"I need to get clean. Now!"
"I can't stop scrubbing…"
"It's like I can still feel [his/her/their] hands on me…"
"No matter how hard I scrub, I still feel dirty inside."
"I need to wash away the memories…"
"Please, make it stop…"
"Why won't the stains fade?"
"I just want to feel clean again…"
"I can't look at myself in the mirror…"
"Is there even a point in trying to wash it all away?"
"It's like I can't get clean enough…"
"The water just won't wash away the shame…"
"I'll never be able to forget…"
"Every time I close my eyes, I see it again…"
"I need to wash away the guilt…"
"I feel like I'm drowning…"
"Please, someone help me…"
[COMPULSIVELY] The sender repeatedly washes their hands, unable to stop.
[OBSESSIVELY] The sender scrubs their body under scalding hot water.
[CLEAN] The sender showers for hours, refusing to step out.
[HOPELESSLY] The sender stands under the shower, letting the water cascade over them.
[BROKEN] The sender sits in the shower, hugging their knees to their chest.
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