HURT MEME; Autumn watches Spring, seeing her body all bruised and battered, a growl resonating in his throat--- the walnut chest of drawers his body leans against slowly begins to rot, decaying as his power radiates within the room. It is known that Autumn is not fond of Spring-- but no one hurt his siblings. No one. "Who did this." The only words that escaped--- someone is dying today and just like Autumn, it will be slow, meticulous & they will beg for death by the time he is done.
The thing is, there was a plethora of places she could have gone, that probably would have been a better idea. But she was, well, injured––quite worse than she’s been in a while, probably since the torture in ‘64. Autumn’s place had been the closest. ”Sorry for––the mess.” She offers with a weak little grin, voice raspy. She’s handling this okay, though. She is. Her bones are knitting themselves together, because you can’t kill a season, and she’s worried about how mad he’s going to be at her. She hoped they were maybe getting to be on an okay status. Autumn sounds angry, and Fleur licks cracked and bloodied lips, taking a moment to just try and breathe. It sounds wet. “A group of, ah, hunters. They-–saw me in the forest,” Slow inhale, “Thought I was a witch.” Even slower exhale. Everything hurt. “I just need—-to heal.”
