meeting in my dreams.
chxsera:
Their hurt and quite severely if Sera can tell from her own powers. Sheâs landing blow after blow, as if the shadow has stopped fighting back. She doesnât care. Right now all she wants to do is released everything sheâs ever pent up and kept inside of her, every little emotions sheâs had to shove to the side because she needs to keep it together. Not anymore. Skeletonâs out of the closet, might as well purge everything else with it.
Suddenly everything clears. Water pouring over her and the figure make her stop. Her own weapon melts away slowly as does the figure. She brings a hand up to her cheek, checking to see if the feeling of dampness is from the dew that she assumes Lana pulled down onto them or her own tears. Seraâs unsure of when she started to cry.Â
Theyâre writhing in pain, from slowly melting away and the wounds she inflicted. Still they have some fight and snarl at her. âWell, finish the job! Nowâs your chance, do it!.â And all she can do is let out a defeated sigh. âyou know itâs never going to happen.â They tsk in disdain. âFucking knew it, you weak fool.â Still their form does not resist when she reaches a hand out to absorb them back into her being.
With the adrenaline slowly fading, her body collapses as exhaustion takes over. Sheâs on the floor for a good minute before she remembers that Lana is here. And was here for everything. Thereâs an audible groan as she drags her hands down her face, contemplating if she could ask Ava to do a mind wipe on her, maybe both of them.Â
lana watches as sera lowers her weapons, as the shadow hurls one last insult back at her before sera absorbs them back into her own body. lanaâs brow furrows as she watches -- this whole time, sheâs known that the being must logically be made of paint, and therefore its mind and personality must have come from sera as well. but itâs still strange to see sera change from that ruthless anger and hatred of just a moment ago to this resigned sort of exhaustion.Â
lana continues to watch as sera falls to her knees, and lana sits on the ground next to her -- close enough that with a reach of a hand, they can close the distance between them, but not so close that sheâs crowding seraâs personal space. as sera lies there, either processing or crying or just resting, lana stares at the place where the shadow vanished, some of its words echoing in her head. she still loves you.Â
and then sera moves, and lanaâs eyes go to her, a thin, tired smile appearing on her face as sera drags her hands down her face and groans aloud. âthatâs a mood,â she says, unable to speak louder than a little bit over a mutter, the energy for normal speech just not in her anymore as she sighs, turning her head back to stare at the spot where the shadow was just moments before.Â
as the adrenaline continues to leach from her, seeming to seep down through her body and into the ground beneath her the longer they sit there, lana begins to sway a bit, the dizziness of her concussion finally returns to her. she presses a hand to her head, wincing as the movement tugs at her painful left side. âdonât ever,â she begins, her voice a bit louder now, âtell jace about this.âÂ








