quietly pushes “you are my sunshine towards you"
Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms
You are my sunshine,My only sunshine.You make me happyWhen skies are grey.
❋ ❋ ~Joanna was apprehensive about the job. She could tell without the dark elf even saying a word about it; without even looking to see the tightness in her jaw or the look in her eyes. Elena hated to see her like that.
“We don’t have to kill him,” she assured the younger elf, wrapping her arms about Joanna’s shoulders and drawing her close. “Our employer didn’t say how to get the job done.”
Not entirely incorrect. The job was, vaguely, to put a certain mercenary out of commission. For the creative-minded individual, there were probably a million different ways to do just that without killing their target. Unfortunately, Elena’s creativity ended at what sort of ways that she could put an end to a man’s life. And Joanna knew of the woodland elf’s penchant for slaughter.
Nonetheless, she continued her reassurances. “Just enjoy the irony of mercenary taking down mercenary, my love.” ~ ❋ ❋
You’ll never know dearHow much I love you
❋ ❋ ~ Wrong. It was all wrong.
“Joanna!” The name flew from her lips in a panic; a frenzy like none she’d every felt before. Blood. There was so much blood. ~ ❋ ❋
❋ ❋ ~ It was Elena’s fault. She’d made the mistake. She’d loosed an arrow from the cover, nailing their target in his shoulder. Joanna had taught her a bit of archery, and it had paid off.
Despite Joanna’s whispered pleas not to, she left the cover with a dagger in hand. She wanted to watch as the life drained from his eyes. And with the choice of following Elena or staying put in the cover, Joanna had followed. ~ ❋ ❋
❋ ❋ ~ Elena misjudged. The man still had fight in him. With the arrow shift embedded deep in his shoulder, he lunged with his sword, piercing it deep into Joanna’s gut. There was a scream that drowned out any other sound--Elena’s scream--and next thing she knew the man was dead and Elena was covered in blood. None of it was hers.
She cradled the other in her lap, pressing down as hard as she could, trying desperately to staunch the bleeding to no avail. Already Joanna’s breath was faint, eyes dazed as they stared at some point past Elena.
“Oh gods. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love.”
Joanna’s lips moved, but no sound made it out. What was it? ‘It alright’? That would be a lie, as the one person Elena loved more than life lay dying because of her actions. A last ‘I love you’? Maybe just Elena’s name?
But Joanna couldn’t respond more than a slow blink, and her eyelids opened so slowly that it was a wonder they opened at all.
“Joanna no, please! Stay with me!” ~ ❋ ❋