@healiatric asked: 👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded / dying uwu
Bullet wound with a perceptible exit negated Yukako the right to breathe ( MANY DAYS AFTER TODAY, Yukako will be susceptible to ponder at the silence of the night / quiet of the afternoon / hush of the morning: would she have been better off with the bullet trapped with the confines of her constricting throat? ). Each hitched breath would send a threatening jolt of electricity through the hole in her neck, prompting her to reconsider the next, impending fill of lungs. She had to breathe. Violets shimmered with a tearful glaze, a single, rivulet cascading down fair - skin until an influx came to follow. She had to breathe. IT WAS AS IF A MILLION NEEDLES WERE PRICKING HER WITH EACH INHALE / EXHALE.
Yukako would agree: that nothing but HOLY BLOOD and a DIVINE VOW could save her. And so, with the trembling advance of a cooling hand, she slowly, desparately sought the hand of one who was near, HIGUCHI SHIZUKO. As tight as someone who’s sustained a bullet to the throat could, Yukako held it to silently yielded to the ordinances of her ichor. She needn’t speak at all: a relief upon slack, drying lips. IF YOU’RE TRULY WILLING TO NEVER TAKE A LIFE, Yukako recalled Shizuko telling her one day ( her voice seemed further away… like it was an echo. ), HER BLOOD WILL KNOW.
The hitches of breath were such delicate sounds for such a passionate, fiery girl: Vital areas such as the JUGULAR VEIN / CAROTID ARTERY were missed, thankfully, however a spinal column was gravely severed. Head lolled over kneeled lap, mouth opening to release a pained whimper at the new position, much worse than the initial orientation ━━━━ ears disappointed and mind fooled to hear nothing pass through lips. Sight of ichor quicker to detect than scent, eyesight blurring and focusing, IT WAS A LOT. Yukako can see something flooding familiar aquamarine hues ( HER EYES WERE ALWAYS SO PRETTY ).
Eyes flinched to feel a wet substance fall on her cheek, the tear sliding to her jaw, where it dripped to bloodied concrete. Eyes burned to blink, Yukako accomodated them wearily, unable to open them again. Yukako hoped to see those familiar aquamarine hues again. Were lungs screaming for air worse than a throat screaming for the opposite? SHE WAS ABOUT TO FIND OUT ━━━━ no, Shizuko will save her. Please, save me.
THE WORLD DISTORTS & THE FALL COMES────────the form of a child splatters along the grounds below , a veil of ink encircling her ( crimson sure to taint . ) SO YOUNG & SMALL / life which should be ensured , protected from these ghostly hells / freedom touched , never to dance in the halls of the dead .
Her feet move slow , steps near stumbled , as she nears the little one that she had once called the name of so affectionately . The firing of guns ignored , her ears no longer registering the horrid chaos ( soul focused to the child stained by red . ) A bullet splitting flesh & lodging into the bone of the spine brings her form to fall , the flesh of her knees split ( red flowering between the cracks of the ground . )
Flesh repairs , bone in tow , scattering away the bullet . Pale appendages press gently to fair flesh , gathering the head of the child ‘pon her lap / rain soaking her cheeks touched by moonlight . ❛ I’m so sorry────────I . . . ❜ SHE WAS SUPPOSE TO PROTECT HER / THIS CHILD WHO WAS LIKE HER DAUGHTER .
A gunman’s hand falls & terror ensues / as blooms crawl between the cracking ground , angels’ trumpets birth themselves & rot flesh ( punishment for ruining the life of one so young . ) Delicate fingers tremble again the throat of the child , lips bitten ‘till crimson runs . SHE COULD ONLY SAVE HER ONCE────────WITH THE ICHOR OF HER VEINS .
Finger tips paler than moonlight press ‘pon the woman’s shoulders , two free hands gathering each of the child’s . Divinity smiles , in warmth / feminine & masculine forms fallen half crocked as they gaze ‘pon the two ( resembling a mother & daughter . ) ❛ Ebisu . . . Please . ❜ They whisper in unison & in the dawn of coming sun , laughter melts away terror / ocean eyes & white waves spilling along the shoulder , finger tips stretching towards the bloodied young’s throat , flesh splitting , bringing red to drown away pain , to repair what has been lost .
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