"Fret not, lovely thing, your little creature will recover soon enough." The witch sought to soothe the mortal as she lowered to a crouch beside her. Mahito rested atop a spell she had woven, left to rest and absorb the negative energy it was pooling.
A few pears dropping into the human's lap as Mortem's fingers danced through brunette hair, a gesture meant to be soothing as it so often was among her people.
Lynn's tears tried desperately to spare her from this catastrophe, a drowned blur censoring the image of her lover's mangled body.
It wasn't so bad... Denial slipped down her cheeks.
Viscera, flayed flesh, it was all just a swash of red, making it difficult to realize how little was left of Mahito...
And his face- his pretty face...God, she couldn't look....
Lynn didn't blink, too stunned and too afraid to see him clearly for even a second. She let the tears flow endlessly, her shoulders jumping with another sob she failed to bite back. She couldn't believe what had happened, staring to the grousome fragments left of her world...
The girl sniffled, paying no mind to the fruit that fell onto her. She was too sick to eat, nauseated by the mess left of her curse...He was everywhere, scraps of skin and chunks of bones and organs who's only purpose served to further devastate her.
How many people had she seen Mahito do this and worse to? How many deaths had she shrugged off- giggled at all because she loved watching Mahito have fun?
It wasn't so funny now, was it? The blood wasn't so pretty now that it was his...
Lynn's trembling hands reached out to the bloody slop, pushing it back to the source and holding it there, waiting for Mahito to start to fusing back.
The mess stuck together- that meant he was healing, right?
She scooped up more of the grisly gunk, having alot of empty space to fill. She began piling a rough shape of Mahito's torso, then a leg, pressing the globs of meat in a helpless effort to reform his body.
It was a sad sight- the kind that'd make one ponder who was more torn apart, the curse scattered all over, or the girl trying to put him back together...
Lynn choked on the lump in her throat, a pittiful sound leaping out of her as she squeezed the bits of flesh, blood oozing through clenching, unyielding fingers with a nasty squelch.
She clung to Mahito's life on a frayed thread and her tears fell onto him, an elixir of agony pouring from a broken soul. Lynn felt the long fingers passing through her tussled hair but no comfort came...
"I...Is he going to be okay...?" Her voice wavered, meek and terrified...
Lynn needed to hear it, she needed to know Mahito would pull through this...She needed to make him better again by any means necessary, even if that meant taking a needle and string and stitch him back together...Mahito was a well-loved doll, Lynn's only comfort in this world, She couldn't bear to imagine her days without him, sleeping without him in her arms....
She bit her quivering lip and breathed out a shuddering breath as she gripped what was supposed to be Mahito's thigh, demanding the ghastly shreds to merge together again...
