Jul 10, 2017
karaoke(Royals) - Dianna Agron LOL
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karaoke(Royals) - Dianna Agron LOL
One of the things I love most. Orchestra.
A hand touched her shoulder- hale, then bloodied, a corpse. A living ally, a dead Efah was sleeping in the inn - if it could be called that.
Her ears were pinned in her sleep, the Miqo’te screaming, screaming so loud it raised complaints. So loud it seemed to be hoarse.
Her mind was mired deep in the nightmares of time before, with meteors dropping from the air; men and women fighting, fightingm and fighting. She fought. She fought and she screamed and she bit and clawed as her mother taught - when not feeding one of her innumerable siblings. Life was a challenge in Meracydia, but no more here. Here was... Was...
Dream or concious she could feel large hands slam het into a stoe pillar, drawing scratches and red forward roughly, a growl in her ear of a tormentor.
“Watch, watch and see just what your false Goddess gave you to cleanse.”
Efah whined, struggling under the weight of the unseen Ascian. Watching, observing as Dalamud cracked - a small hole at first, like a chick pipping through a shell, and then pieces began pelting the land as Bahamut strode free. Efah tried to look away from the oddly familiar nightmare before the hands grabbed her hair, sinking claws into her scalp, causing it to bleed as she was forced to watch.
Watch the dragon’s Terraflare scorch the land.
Watch Bahamut shatter new fetters with white hot rage. Listen to distant voices, but most learly she could hear the screams. The Elder-Primal’s flames began to burn, to scorch, and hurt, escalating in severity.
“I can offer true peace.” The voice whispered. Efah sobbed, and it was black.
There was no chocobos pulling a cart. There were no dying men and women, no Bahamut scorching Eorzea. There was now clawed Ascian touching her, pinning her.
Efah breathed thick choking air and knew it was the Void, mind hazy, body aching. She couldn’t move well but her cloudy mind seemed to know what had been done and screamed for succor, wailing as feet drew near. Another hand touched her face, the side marked by them. But the touch proved it was a different Ascian - a live friend, before bones and blood replaced it - a walking corpse - and life ahain.
“You weren’t meant to be here right now.”
Was all she could hear. The contact was a cool drink and a Godssend, the Miqo’te feeling herself seem to begin a teleport spell, and--
The thin sunbeams of morning tasted Efah’s face, before kissing her fully as the sun rose, and the Warrior of Light stirred, walking wearily. The room had dark corners, but the sun could not burn - not yet. Efah rose slowly, unused even now to a diurnal schedule, and moved to dress, sighing before rubbing her face.
Her face and skin was scraped, and sensitive, and Efah shuddered.
She sometyimes wished the Echo wasn’t a curse on her life.