she is here. she is there. she is everywhere. from the bones of lost beforan empires they stand, but into dust they will eventually leave. rille nods, feeling calm flood her system, diluting the rage of the unfettered scarlet that’s taken up residence on her elbows, knees, wrists( thankfully, uninfected ) as they escape from the highbloods’ sight. every few steps, her breathing turns heavy, but they finally touch down in a shady grove not unlike the one she spent her first night on beforus on. so long ago, was that, where you spent so much time across the galaxy looking for a figure, a dream with blue eyes & sandy hair who you no longer can remember the name of ? in another universe, mayhaps, but this was not that universe.
rille sits down, but it’s not without pause, her respiration disjointed like a rusty doll; she lets out a heavy breath & her leg momentarily disappears from sight with the influx of feeling, bones &blood & all ( a glitch in the knight’s coding ? ). it appears back a moment later, still painful as ever. she stretches her arms; points with a blistered fingertip to branches of the purplish-green tree they sit across from. ‘ can y-can y'grab a leaf from that ? they’re big enough to act as a swathe for the wound. absorb the gore & all. ’
hand pinches bridge of nose: ❛ cripes, sorry, forgot — ‘ve got something better... ❜ same as the first day the two encountered each other, skirts swish as troll retrieves a bag, &&. from within that, several long strips of cloth, along with the same canteen rille could recognize as the one she drank from ( AND DO THIS IN MEMORY OF ME ) the first time the two encountered each other.
worriedly, hurriedly, she pours water on to one, slowly cleaning ( PAIN BUILDS CHARACTER, DEAR ) &&. wrapping each scrape. ❛ like hell i’m putting leaves on your scrapes, tridim. what is this, troll george of the jungle? troll lord of the flies? i come prepared. ❜ just barely, leelan catches the absence of flesh on her friend.
silence, frozen. this is not the right kind of miracle. the missing pieces return swiftly, but leelan’s eyes have already dilated. slowly, she raises her head to make eye contact. ❛ what the fuck. ❜ the usual warmth that streams from her, the same warmth that glowed a minute ago, drains away completely. her face is colourless, not that there was anything other than grey in the first place, but...
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