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“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.” // lohen to illuga
exhaustion sentence starters
Illuga responded with a small, amused huff. Lohen hadn't been the first to say that, and he likely wouldn't be the last. "When I finish touching base with the Ratniki stationed here, I might consider it."
Unfortunately, Illuga couldn't imagine taking time off for himself any time soon. The thought of attempting to find a hobby for himself even sparked a little dread. But, as long as the Wild Hunt remained active, so would he as a Lightkeeper. As it was, he knew that he had quite the extensive report to write the moment he got back to Piramida.
The Wild Hunt's activities were surging in certain areas, diminishing in others, but a sensible pattern to the outbreaks couldn't be found yet. Requests for more aid would take first priority the moment he returned to headquarters. The Tideseal Stones around Starsand Shoal had also been swarmed by an unusual amount of Exiles, cleared out with the unexpected help of Sir Lohen from the Knights of Favonius.
Although Lohen had decided to accompany him after that, Illuga was beginning to suspect that running errands all day wasn't what he had in mind.
There were just a few more locations he wanted to check in on. Leafing through the reports he already collected, Illuga lifted his gaze to the knight by his side. "But I don't mind the work," he added. "At the end of the day, it's reassuring to know that everyone is doing okay. That's good enough for me."
「 RETURN 」 : receiver believes that the sender has died, that is until the sender shows up at their door / runs into them unexpectedly.
(Flins & Illuga, or reverse!!)
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Giving their lives so that Nod-Krai might have a future was part of every Ratnik's duty. They were bound to the flame of their lantern, a solemn oath to illuminate the night until their last breath. Every Ratnik worth their salt knew they weren't meant for a long life. Even so, for those still living, it didn't make the mourning banquets any easier to face.
The dishes were laid out, one by one, along the table in the great hall. Their usual mead filled each cup to the brim. The expressions of Ratniki present ranged from wobbly smiles to stoic stares, quietly thanking those that chose to help with tonight's feast. After the Starshyna's speech, someone's breath caught on a shuddered sob, causing the floodgates to open wide.
Even the smallest victory was to be celebrated. The fact that several Lightkeepers were able to return from a battle that took the lives of their comrades was never a small feat. Their numbers were already small, and dwindling by the month, yet they still remained to carry the will of the fallen.
Illuga had hoped the pain of losing someone would always feel fresh in his heart. Everyone that lived in Piramida, and those that took up the oath to protect Nod-Krai and its people, deserved nothing less than his honest respect. He couldn't imagine a day when he would look upon the names of those lost in recent battle with nothing but weariness.
He didn't want to become a Winter Icelea, withstanding the harsh weather and clinging to life just for the sake of it.
But he also didn't expect Flins to be among those now missing within their ranks.
He watched the Ratnik across from him curl against the iron table, spilling his drink to no one's concern. Slowly, Illuga looked at each ratnik's red-rimmed eyes as they attempted to console each other. An odd weight settled in his chest, weighing down heavier with each breath he took. His limbs were numb, unable to shift from their spot on the table even as his sleeves dampened with mead.
Flins' name had been mentioned while Illuga filed into the hall with the rest, striking him with a sudden anxiety. He hadn't been heard from in an entire month, his last correspondence received weeks ago along with those from the Ratnik stationed near Nasha Town. Illuga shuffled through his memories, desperate to place any of their meetings at the lighthouse or elsewhere closer to this date.
It couldn't be true.
"It's unfortunate, but we have to prepare for the worst," someone said, far from where he sat, and yet he heard all the same. In his head, Flins' face was all he could see, his voice soothing or teasing, starting to fade within the sounds of the hall. "We still owe it to them to honor their memory, whether they find their way home or not."
Home. Illuga flinched as Nikita's hands found his shoulders and gripped hard, keeping him grounded to their reality as their sobs carried into the night. Releasing a breath he didn't realize he held, he brought a leaden hand to wipe at his own eyes, coming away dry.
Even if he didn't say anything, Nikita must have sensed something amiss. On the Starshyna's orders, Illuga was to remain off-duty and stay in Piramida for a few days. As much as Illuga protested, he knew his heart lied elsewhere. He couldn't commit himself to lead his squad like this. But his mind remained restless, visions of blue flame haunting his waking thoughts and dreams.
The last time he visited that quiet isle, Flins was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't unusual, though Illuga couldn't help his concern after the incident with one of the Fatui Harbingers. Still, Flins was as strong as they come and seemingly gentle with the world around them. Illuga held faith that he wouldn't disappear without at least a word of goodbye.
"But you understand better than anyone, right?"
Another sleepless night led him to the shore. Alone, Illuga shoved the small wooden boat into the water, paddling against the dark waves. Aedon reflected the light in his lantern, chirping when the sea rocked their boat too hard. But he couldn't rely on the nightingale's light without alerting the Ratniki on patrol. Illuga whispered assurances, keeping his eyes on the lighthouse, a single point against the heavy fog to guide his way.
He had to confirm it for himself. Until he did, he couldn't allow Flins' memory to rest, nor could he allow himself to mourn.
Once the boat was safely settled in the sand, Illuga took a moment to gather himself. He could see the shadows of each gravestone ahead, lining the path toward the lighthouse. A cold breeze swept over the hills to meet him, urging him to hold his lantern tighter. It brought with it the thought of not finding Flins again, of possibly never seeing him again.
He had to be prepared to face it.
"In your eyes, he was strong. But the strong die all the same."
Illuga took his time tracing the perimeter, recalling the locations Flins preferred to fish. He picked his way across the graves, reading each inscription as he passed. Carefully, he kept his gaze away from the lighthouse, where he would expect Flins to be seated outside, sorting through supplies or filing paperwork.
Here lies Happa. The Khorin family. Dietrich. Aimo. Illuga glanced at the monument that shadowed them all. From there, he could see that the bench by the lighthouse was empty. Slowly, he released a long breath as the cold winds crept along his skin.
All he could keep telling himself was that Flins was different; it wasn't meant to be this way.
He couldn't bring himself up those few steps to the main building just yet. If he knocked on that door or found his way inside to find Flins well and truly gone, he didn't know what he would do. It felt like a chasm would open up beneath his feet at any second, ready to swallow him whole the moment he realized the truth. It's what he wished would happen at that moment, so he wouldn't have to feel this numb uncertainty ever again.
Slowly, he dragged himself back down to the beach. The waves lapped gently at the shore now, quiet and calm into the late night. He could barely see the outline of Piramida against the fog. Soon, he would need to return. In a few days time, he would regroup with his squad, and they would carry themselves back to camp. Like always, the Lightkeepers would keep vigil over the night to face the dawn of a new day.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to tears. He squatted down, curling into himself and the ache that was ever present in his heart. "You're here, aren't you?" he uttered, frustration lining his voice. "You, of all people, were supposed to outlive me."
When Flins revealed his secret, Illuga didn't realize that he placed so much hope in the long life of his kind.
"Why is it that, every time, you're the only one who survives?"
His arms pressed tight against his stomach. Stiffly, he pressed the heel of his palm against his brow, willing the dark voice away. But it lingered, a memory of the people he lost three years ago, and ten years ago as well. He thought of everyone he's ever looked up to and everyone he could still lose.
The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Illuga shivered and raised his head, seeing nothing but a strange light glancing off the shore in front of him. He held his breath, hearing nothing but the waves.
A phantom? Was it the Wild Hunt? He recalled ages ago there had been an outbreak on the isle that had nearly wiped out an entire squad. With Flins' absence, would they seek out another opportunity to seize this land?
Illuga waited, watching the light bounce off the water, getting brighter. He could only think of the purple glow of Exiles and Hunters, able to disappear and reappear in an instant. It would be just as well that he should face them here alone. When the light seemed to be upon him, he willed his polearm to his hand and twisted around.
The clang of metal on metal echoed loud in the night. The force reverberated through his arms, making them ache, but the realization nearly made him drop his weapon entirely. The light of the blue flame was nearly blinding after spending so long in the dark. Illuga exhaled harshly as Flins eased the angle where their polearms clashed.
"Easy now, Young Master," Flins murmured, sounding a bit bewildered. Illuga could see the hint of a smile past his collar. He could hear it in his voice. "My, you look like you have seen a ghost."
"Flins—" Illuga choked, immediately taking a step back. He could still feel a tremble in his shoulders, not completely from the impact or the cold. Here Flins stood, able to tease him so late in the night, as though Illuga hadn't worried himself sick for days. He was furious, wanting to demand an explanation for his absence and lack of notice. But he was also relieved, overwhelmingly so.
He could see wonder in the lift of Flins' brow, curiosity leading his eyes across Illuga's face. Illuga pressed a hand against his own cheek, coming back damp. A soft chuckle left him as he self-consciously tried to clear the tracks, bowing his head when the tears kept falling. He must look ridiculous now; what he considered to be a miracle of a reunion must have been Flins' average supply run.
If only he could explain the burst of emotion sitting in his chest, blooming in place of the empty void of being left behind. Illuga gave up on rubbing at his face, giving Flins his brightest grin despite the tears. "I'm just... just so glad to see you again."
"I'm being realistic. In this group, swearing to die for each other sort of loses its meaning when we have Yuu." And if Yuu would be upset over their loss, Mika could be willing to give so much more. "It's easier to throw yourself off a cliff than it is to suffer for someone else's sake, isn't it?"
「 REUNION 」 : for our muses to find each other in the middle of a [ battlefield / warzone / specify ] only to find one of our muses has been badly injured.
Flins & Illuga <3
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
The flash of lightning amidst a sea of flames was a sight to behold. A beacon of hope, much like the lanterns that willed away the deceptive fog of the Wild Hunt. Illuga sucked in a breath, a sharp pain digging deep around his ribs. Still, he held his polearm steady in both hands, deflecting the vile grasp of an infected corpse before following into a riposte. The ruined garb of a Lightkeeper caught his eye, an ache in his heart even as he drove the spear straight through, watching the spirit crumble to dust.
He could see a Wilderness Hunter, shoving its way through the abyssal rift that formed without warning. One among several that had suddenly torn throughout Kipumaki Cliff. Even with the Professor gone, the area still suffered corruption and corrosion. Its bloody history kept plenty of corpses and wayward spirits for the Abyss to claim.
Illuga wouldn't allow his spear to touch the ground, breathing heavy as he steadied himself. He couldn't underestimate the place that took so many lives, but he didn't expect such an outbreak on a routine patrol. An injury Rollon received made him unable to fight on his own, reluctantly following the order from his squad leader to retreat, if only to gather back up while Illuga held his ground for as long as he could.
He worried over the camp, knowing he couldn't cover all the rifts that appeared on his own. Several other Lightkeepers were scattered across the plains and he had no way of knowing how they fared. They could very well lose the campgrounds to the Wild Hunt yet again, setting back years of progress if they broke through the lines. He couldn't allow that to happen; he would uphold the oath he swore to when he became a Lightkeeper in the first place.
Our bones and blood we shall use as fuel, we shall make life greater than death.
He couldn't bring himself to flee this place yet again and face the graves of Ratniki he failed to protect.
The miasma from the Abyss rolled in thick, flooding his airways and sticking to his lungs, as Exiles meandered toward him. The Hunter wasn't far behind. A harsh cough wracked his frame, spitting out the blood that coated his mouth, before he gritted his bloodied teeth and ran forth.
A heavy strike took down one of the Exiles, adjusting to swing into the next. Another teleported before he could make contact, a searing pain tearing through his back as he tried to regain his balance. Illuga lost focus, polearm stabbing into the ground as his body stumbled into it. Blearily, he watched the Hunter raise its axe, unable to expend the energy even to brace himself.
A blinding streak of Electro shot past him, striking the Hunter with a small explosion of elemental energy. Illuga stumbled to his knees, breath rattling in his lungs as he rubbed his eyes into his sleeve. When he looked up, he followed a line of dark cloth up to a lantern, glowing bright with a peculiar blue flame.
Relief twined with his worries. Reinforcements have arrived, their echoing cries pushing Illuga to stand once again. He refrained from curling in on himself, pain radiating from his chest, and adjusted the grip on his polearm. But Flins could see right through him, from the injuries he suffered down to the misery clouding his mind.
"I won't fall back," Illuga interjected before the other could speak. It was beyond reckless, he knew, but there was too much at stake. "At the very least, I need to ensure that the rest of my squad make it out alive. Until then, please, lend me your strength and let me fight alongside you!"
" stop talking like you're saying goodbye! " { From Yuu, to Mika }
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Ever since he reunited with Yuu, Mika had a feeling that it would come to this. Narumi had made several strong points; how long could a vampire fool himself into thinking he could favor humans over the blood he desired? Mika had studied his own reflection long after that discussion was dropped.
His emotions were decaying. He thought of his family, brutally murdered, one by one before his eyes. Ferid had mocked him, teasing him over a tragedy he was too weak to stop. He felt nothing. The image of Akane's head and Yuu's violent reaction came to mind. Mika should have been just as livid, or desperate, or anything at all.
If there was ever a day when Mika would look at Yuu's state and feel jaded, at best...
He couldn't protect Yuu like this.
"You're stronger than you were back then," he found himself commenting one day. "I thought I had to be the one to save you. That you might have been too reckless or lonely to save yourself."
Yuu had to be safe. Mika once thought that he was the only one capable to do so. But the truth of the matter was, he had long since had a squad that he could trust, wholeheartedly, to make the correct choice. They understood what being part of his family meant, just as well as Mika did. If anything happened to him, he believed Yuu would be safe in their care.
"But you found people who genuinely care about you. Your own family that can keep up with you, unlike before. I'm glad—"
It was unsettling to be aware of the turmoil inside his heart when it came to Yuu. Words caught in his throat, a surge of emotion welling when he looked into Yuu's indignant eyes and found out that he was terrified. Their future together never seemed bright, but Mika never wanted to leave his side, ever again, so long as he could help it.
"I'm not." It was a weak defense and they both knew it. But Mika also knew that, if he admitted his feelings outright, Yuu would double down on his effort, doing whatever it took so long as he got his way. "I'm still right here with you, am I? But if something happens... we need to be prepared for it."
the "in another universe" "in another life" posts are funny cause you only get one, this one, and you've already resigned to losing it too. try fighting in this one
like stars, you are effervescent and indefinable. stars somehow feel simultaneously within your grasp but infinitely far. people devotedly pour all their hopes and dreams out to you, spill their secrets, and bare their souls for the unique, special joy of gaining your favor. you are a special person to be around. being with you is like flying—weightless and exciting. you are sympathetic and can’t help trying to help everyone even when you’ve already got enough on your plate. you try to make everyone else’s dreams come true at the same time as yours. you are warm—not in an outwardly radiating way but at your very core. in your thoughts, and intentions, and desires. like stars, you can be fickle, shifting according to the season and twinkling like you might wink out of existence at any moment. however, you make up for it in your extraordinary qualities—stars guide sailors to new lands, remind us to keep dreaming, and give us a reason to keep looking up. you are a beautiful and extraordinary person. even if people don't quite understand you, they admire and appreciate you. you inspire them to keep dreaming. you sometimes miss what once was and have a hard time letting go. you find nostalgia simultaneously comforting and heartbreaking. yet you still manage to move forward. you also have a hard time seeing the value of your own innate brightness, yet still, think highly of yourself and what you have to offer the world. you somehow never manage to lose your spirit. you are the light that never goes out, against all the odds. you are the essence of art, creation, and beauty. the lightness of laughter. the shaky peace following a good cry. you are simultaneously cold-tempered with a warm core. you are beautiful and beloved and faithfully enduring. remember to take care of yourself the same way you do others. don’t burn out on us, we need you around <3
" hey, just... just so you know. I love you. " { from Rin, to Mika }
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
"Don't say that—" Mika gasped. There was so much blood. It soaked Rin's clothes and stained Mika's gloves as he pressed hard against the wound. "—not now. Just stay with me, Rin."
Help wouldn't arrive, not nearly as fast as they needed it to. Few of their kind cared what happened to another less fortunate than themselves. Their state simply served as a warning to stay vigilant in the area. After all, their wounds should have been able to heal with enough blood, unless a cursed weapon was involved.
He should have been there to protect him.
"Please," he prayed, choking on a sob held back. It was foolish to think that a god would look upon their cursed existence. Laughable still to think any kind of mercy existed in this broken world. What was left of his own humanity was a marvel in itself, and Mika could feel it tearing him apart. He held Rin closer, curling over him in his despair.
He once had a family to call his own. They were taken away before his eyes, one by one, in a bloody massacre. Rin had called him family, too, and Mika's bleeding heart had begun to accept it when he should have vehemently pushed him away for his own sake.
As if he could be allowed to love when all he brought about was ruin. "I can't lose you, too. So please."
How unusual, to be on the receiving end of someone’s genuine concern. Flins was a man with a formidable ability to mislead, and he rarely gave the impression of someone who required the assistance of others, or for anyone to worry about his well-being. And yet, not only their respectable leader, but the young man standing before him, both seemed immune to his tactics, as if they saw right through him, an image of himself he truly couldn’t understand at all ( who he was behind the parts of himself he chose to reveal, was unknown to Flins himself ). What was the reason they were concerned, the reason they made time in their busy schedules and responsibilities to think of him, visit him, or write to him? Was it the place he chose to live? Flins didn’t think a cemetery was such an unusual place to call one’s home. Was it the death of the squad that were now buried in this land, and he who had chosen to keep them company? It wasn’t he who’d grow lonely, but the souls wandering the isle.
Did Illuga sense their presence? How grateful they were for his visits? Family. To call the spirits of those lost, the spirits of people he had never met, family. . . Their sacrifice would one day be forgotten, be it in a few years or decades, and yet to be remembered so fondly by the heart of someone as kind as the young man. . . It would be no exaggeration to say one would be honored to die under Illuga’s command. A compliment Flins should rather keep to himself for just this once.
❝ Our dear Starshyna remains just as considerate as ever. ❞ And just as persistent. Next time Flins would pay a visit to Piramida, he should make sure to have a conversation with the older man. He didn’t want either of them to worry about someone like himself more than was necessary.
❝ I have more visitors than you might expect. ❞ Humans weren’t the only creatures to seek the company of others. And yet, Flins had never sought the heartfelt company of other people, the company of people he was meant to hold dear— just being in the presence of others, be it strangers or acquaintances, to share a pointless conversation, a glass of wine, or a meal, was enough to satisfy his desire for connection. And yet again, the young man who had visited him, appeared to be an exception. As skilled as Flins was in distancing himself, the Young Master was just as skilled at invading one’s personal space— he wasn’t just any curious invader ( for Flins would have easily avoided one ), his ways remained just as delicate as anything he did, his cause noble, his concern and care for others honest. For as many steps as Flins may have tried to take backward, he’d still only remain one breath away from the Young Master. He was cornered. He admired him for that; he was truly worthy of any title of nobility.
❝ In fact, there is a dog that has recently come to the isle. A strange little creature. Maybe if you’d like to stay a little longer, you might see him come for our little exchange. ❞
Flins' assurance had brought a tinge of relief to his worries. Of course, it wouldn't be enough to convince Illuga to cease checking up on him from time to time. He was content to see for himself that Flins was alive and doing well. On top of that, there were few others that could spin a tale or share what seemed like ancient history in the way that Flins could. They have yet to reach an end to any of the stories he told, drawing Illuga back to continue wherever he left off the next time they met. Illuga wondered if that was Flins' own way of checking up on him.
His brows lifted at the mention of a dog, as if their Starshyna had foretold what could happen, rather than what should. It was strange, indeed. But if the wild canine found a hand willing to feed them consistently enough, it would make sense to linger. Illuga's curiosity was piqued. "Really? I don't mind staying a bit longer, in that case. Unless I'm distracting you from your reports..." He would like to see the furry visitor for himself, but the duty of a Lightkeeper was never done.
Time had a habit of passing much too quickly on this isle. Soon enough, Illuga would be troubled traversing the dark sea back to Piramida if he didn't take note of the hours gone. But it may have been worth it still, to hold onto and recall their last conversation until the next time they meet. For most Ratniki, nothing was ever certain. In that regard, every minute spent in the company of others was a treasured gift in his eyes.
He shouldn't entertain the thought any longer, but it came unbidden, all the same. Flins was a capable warrior, a veteran among them who had taken out leagues of the Wild Hunt all on his own. The Ratniki had their own stories to weave about their honored comrade, and their own suspicions about who he really was. Though Illuga was curious, himself, it was accompanied by a quiet wonder; had Flins ever worried about his own future, or the future of Lightkeepers he crossed paths with? What did life and death mean to him?
Illuga wasn't sure if there would ever be an appropriate time to ask.
"Then, how about this: would you mind continuing the story about that noble fae until he arrives?" It seemed like a reasonable request. If the dog decided not to show by the time Flins reached a suitable stopping point, Illuga could assume that his luck wasn't in the cards and start heading back. "Or you can tell me what you've been up to. I've heard that the Wild Hunt's activities were growing more sporadic around Nasha Town."
an assortment of prompts for muses who are close to death, dying, or think that they may die. mature themes such as death, terminal illness, blood, war, && other related content may be present. adjust as needed! send ' reverse ' to switch the roles of sender && receiver. feel free to combine action + dialogue for the best results!
DIALOGUE
" we can't stay here. "
" there's... there's so much blood. "
" I'm not gonna make it... there's too much blood. "
" leave me here. just leave. I'm slowing you down. "
" quit fighting me! I'm not leaving you here to die! "
" what are you talking about? you'll be fine! "
" open your eyes! come on, dammit! open your eyes! "
" don't you dare leave me! "
" how am I supposed to do this without you? "
" you have to do this without me. "
" will you shut up?! you're not gonna die! "
" I have to lift you, okay? we have to get you out of here. "
" I know, I know it hurts. I know. I'm sorry. "
" I'm sorry... I didn't want to leave you. "
" hey, just... just so you know. I love you. "
" this is the worst time, but I really love you, okay? "
" you know I love you, don't you? you've gotta know. "
" shut up! don't say it now! "
" stop talking like you're saying goodbye! "
" tell me again when we're out of this! "
" you're such an idiot... choosing now of all times. "
" I didn't think I'd be dying here. "
" if it had to be someone... I'm glad it was me. "
" no! no, no! you're okay, you're gonna be okay! "
" you'll get out of this. you'll survive. you have to! "
" I can't... do this without you. "
" please don't leave me. "
" I don't want to be alone. "
" looks like I have to break [ my / our ] promise. "
" you promised! you can't die on me! "
" I thought we'd have more time... "
" please be okay. please, please, please. "
" you don't mean it... they can't be dead. "
" you're lying. "
" I don't believe you. "
ACTIONS
「 CUP 」 : sender in a moment of desperation cups the receivers face in their hands and begs them to stay with them.
「 CRADLE 」 : the sender pulls && cradles a bleeding out receiver close to their body as a means to provide warmth, comfort, or let receiver know sender is there.
「 LIFT 」 : the sender lifts the receiver in an attempt to carry them to safety, to seek medical aid, or to keep going. ( feel free to specify! )
「 REUNION 」 : for our muses to find each other in the middle of a [ battlefield / warzone / specify ] only to find one of our muses has been badly injured.
「 HIT 」 : for the sender to take a hit protecting the receiver, in which the sender is badly hurt. ( feel free to specify where! )
「 ROCK 」 : sender, holding the receiver in their lap, slowly begins to rock && soothe the receiver in an attempt to ease their pain.
「 HIDDEN 」 : for the sender to stumble suddenly, collapsing into the receiver after being seriously injured && hiding it from the receiver.
「 LAST WORD 」 : for sender && receiver, who are enemies, to have one final conversation before one ( or both ) die. ( feel free to specify! )
「 BLOODY 」 : for sender to suddenly cough of copious amounts of blood, splattering the receiver && collapsing to the ground.
「 HUM 」 : sender hums softly to the receiver, soothing them through their final moments as they start to die, though perhaps too as a means to self soothe.
「 HAIR 」 : the sender gently, almost hesitantly, begins to run their fingers through receiver's hair to provide some kind of comfort && grounding.
「 SACRIFICE 」 : for the sender to urge the receiver to keep going, turning back to the threat so that they can make a final stand && allow the receiver to escape.
「 SHOULDER 」 : with the receiver injured && slowing them down, the sender turns back and scoops up the receiver to throw them over their shoulder as a means to hasten their escape.
「 SUPPORT 」 : for the sender to pull receiver's arm over their shoulder and firmly hold receiver's waist, supporting their weight with the sender's own body.
「 CHEEK 」 : for the sender, who is slowly bleeding out from a wound, to reach up and touch the receiver's cheek, offering them a small smile as if trying to reassure receiver.
「 AFTERMATH 」 : for the sender to find the receiver after a serious battle in which they were severely hurt, yet now receiver sits in the ruins of said battle clutching a wound, close to death && bleeding out.
「 DRAFT 」 : for the sender to wrap a [ jacket / blanket / specify ] around the receiver's body && rub their shoulders in a soothing, warming motion.
「 RETURN 」 : receiver believes that the sender has died, that is until the sender shows up at their door / runs into them unexpectedly. ( specify where, or dealer's choice! )
「 GOODBYE 」 : sender has died && receiver finds their body. ( specify details if you'd like! )
