“Who did this to you?” ( shrugs one way to meet i guess )
✖ There was nothing, pure nothing, he was dead, he was dead, he was dead... && a voice shatters the endless night, a wavering image coming before his eyes. The elf feels himself moving, though he’s not sure if it’s voluntary or not -- he raises his head, blinking multiple times to straighten his view. A woman is standing over him, her mouth moving but no sound coming out. He tries to tell her he can’t hear her, but his tongue is too heavy && all he manages to do is spit up more blood. Head throbbing, he closes his eyes, feels himself wavering against whatever propped him up; whatever it was was hard, rubbing into his back, && there was something else, hard && sharp in his side. He can’t breathe.
Opening his eyes again he looks at the woman, features painted with confusion under a mask of blood, his blood. There’s a nasty gash running across his temple, his hands scraped && bloody, && his clothes are stained where they are not torn, oozing flesh revealed beneath. But he doesn’t feel it, fuck he can’t even remember his name. All he knows is that he is cold, && that all is dark save for where the woman is in his field of vision. It’s like he’s floating, not really there, grounded only by the pain in his side, which grew now like a flame rekindled. A sharp spike makes his eyes close, lips curling in a grimace as he leans over, all of everything dipping from his grasp as his world turns.
He feels his hands, feels them pressed into his skin, slick with blood, fingers wrapped around something slim embedded in his side. There’s a word for what it is, but he can’t think of it, everything escaping his foggy thoughts. Pain, darkness, chill. That was his world, his waking memory, his only knowledge. What had happened? What had...
Kaey slips further, opening his eyes a bit, blinking, && he hears himself cough, sputter a gasp before he closes his eyes again. His fingers slip from his side, && he loses the will to hold himself up, slipping away from whatever held him up && onto his side. His last thoughts are blurry, a mere question blazed away by the pain radiating inside his skin, consuming him, lulling him to sleep, back into the dark, away from what little he knew.
