*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @hlylight | Sera ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤ“I have tried to be patient. I have tried to hold empathy for the… trying time you have been going through but even that has grown thin.” Sera's teeth clicked at the end of it. She was being pulled apart by the seams, indecision & indecisiveness battling under skin. Wrath, sloth, pride— “& for that, I have made the difficult decision that you need to take some time off as second commander,” Sera's hand moved & a portal opened. In it, a reminder with teeth of plush nature & wildlife. “We will collect you once you have made decisions aligning with what is best for Heaven. Am I understood?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhat the fuck?! “W–wait—Sera, please just—” The words come out cracked, splintering mid-air, her voice failing her at the worst possible moment. Her chest seizes in a sickening clutch; her ribs having become a cage, shrinking around something thrashing & frantic. Light flickers under her skin in disordered, spasming bursts that all but demonstrate the panic she’s trying [ & failing ] to suppress. The polished floor of the immaculate conference chamber reflects every stuttering flash, turning her unraveling control into an unbearable mirror she is unable to escape. Feathers quivering so violently that a few sheer free & dissolve into ash before they touch the ground, “I— that’s not— I’m not refusing—” The words collapse one after another, tripping over each other in a tangle that doesn’t sound like her at all. The walls seem to tilt toward her, pressing in, crowding her breath; she swallows hard, the motion rough enough to scrape her throat raw. “Sera, please— I can fix this— I can—” Her fingers tighten around the edge of her uniform, [ grasping for grounding; for anchor ] for anything that stops her blood from racing like it wants to burst straight through her skin. She forces another breath, but it sticks halfway, a painful half-inhale that stutters like it might break her in two…
The portal’s glow drenches the room in shifting, unnatural color; she takes a small step back. Something tightens in her throat, [ sharp & rising, ] threatening to split her voice entirely. “Time… off?” she echoes in a squeak, barely audible, barely even herself. Her heart kicks against her ribs in frantic, uneven bursts; the light in the conference hall flickers overhead in jagged spasms as her internal regulation begins to fracture, “Seraphim, please, don’t do this… I don’t need rest! I don’t need reassignment! I’m not—” She clamps her jaw shut; her wings twitch in pure distress, feathers splaying in uneven, unstable angles, [ “Am I understood?” Sera repeats, & the command spears through her like a verdict, ] Lute’s breath falters, leaving her suspended in a single agonizing second where heat, fear, shame, & desperation ricochet inside her skull with no escape route. All her stature falls away; in this moment, she isn’t the second beside Archangel & Adam — she’s just Eve all over again, trembling under the same ancient weight. The misstep, the burden, the one Heaven still treats like a lesson instead of a soldier… [ The truth is… Lute never been anything more, ]
She forces her tongue to move; forces her voice to surface, “Yes. I— I… accept the reassignment parameters,” she manages, the faintest tremor slipping through despite her effort to crush it; forcing her breathing into a soldier’s cadence, “I’ll report when summoned…” & with that, she steps toward the portal…