closed starter for ; diya & sylvain [ @indu1ge ] place ; outside the caldrithen hospital ward
Diya can feel her eyes burning, and a small layer of ash still clings to the bronze of her skin, the path darkened where her salted tears had carved their way down towards the sharp jut of her jaw. Slowly, her gaze shifts to the edge of the door as if a tethered string had guided her there, and it catches her like an arrow, mid air and mid breath, held only by the contours of Sylvain’s face. Her eyes widen momentarily, and her spine lengthens for a fleeting second as his form had come to her vision. The relief is sweet as her breath escapes the smog licked hollows of her lungs. Diya leans forward, as if proximity alone could anchor her to his retreating back. It takes her another fifteen minutes before she can peal herself away from her brother's sleeping form. But her footfalls are slow as each of her steps bring back a forgotten life in her limbs.
There he is. Her eyes, once warm and gentle, were now inflamed with carmine veins, the swollen lids stinging with a lasting burn. Diya comes to stop behind him, her breath shaking as she breathes in to speak. " I'm glad you made it out unscathed. I worried for you. " Her hands wring. Fingertips tightening and unfastening, the skin only paling beneath the pressure before her relief takes over, and so she stretches out her arms, gliding them over the width of his shoulders, her eyes caressing every limb so she could make sure that no fire had kissed him. Slowly, she steps back, and her arms fall from his frame again.
Fatigue settled heavily within as sleep only eluded her. There’s concern edging her brows, drifting over to the careful tone of her lilt, the words leave the space of her mouth almost tentatively. " I heard about your cousin how she was burned. " Diya shrinks when she says the word, her heart eating itself. Her hands wring again as she blinks, inhaling deeply, free from any smoke. " How is she recovering? "















