#wileds

[becomestorm]

who is your favorite olea member! (:

unscripted asks     /     always accepting.

‘     oh, love, i haven’t met any of your teammates yet, and even then i doubt there’d be much competition.     ’

[thrushed]

@wileds        you stand off to the side and don’t say anything even when love empties the quiver and turns to you.  a long expectant pause that you grimace into.  “...Your archery’s gotten like 2% better since I last saw it.  So?  Go fetch them.”

[fulmiinare]

“ I can’t say I’m familiar with Vacuoan fashion, but if you guide me in the right direction I’d be happy to sew you something. I have tons of backup fabrics. “ / @wileds​ ♥’d the sc !!

[loreseeks]

crowds were thick even for a weekend evening. love wove & tsked when bumped. when he glanced back to comment, ksenija … was not behind him anymore. he stopped, turned in a small circle, finally spotting that she’d been cut off by a passing group. where he might have already pushed by, she waited for an opening to pass through before catching up. ‘hi,’ love greeted with a slow smile, charmed, then took her hand & started forth again. 'is something happening today? it's so busy.'

ksenija hated crowds. there was no overstating that, they amplified her nervous nature and she spent most of the time in them overly conscious of everyone around her, of not bumping into people and eyes constantly averting in case someone thought she was looking at them wrong or something. her overly cautious nature tended to make her stop when others continued on though and when that happened with love she felt her muscles tense and lock up as she tried searching for her cousin. this was a worst case scenario in her mind, being separated from the one person she recognized and was comfortable with in the setting- did he realize they’d been separated ? would he just keep going and leave her behind unintentionally ? she could always reach him by scroll but what if they still couldn’t find each other ?

before panic could completely set in though there was enough of an opening between the groups of people that she as able to spot love waiting patiently, looking in her direction. relief washed through the jackal and as soon as there was enough of an opening to where she didn’t cut anyone off or run the risk of bumping into someone she trotted over to her cousin offering a somewhat sheepish bow of her head, ears having drooped forward the slightest bit. they easily righted themselves once more as her cousin took her by the hand and they started off once more, ksenija falling into place beside him.

” mmm..... oh ! i think they’re doing a lantern release thing tonight, people usually come in from surrounding areas for it. “

[thrushed]

@wileds

        when the grimm dust clears you dart to his side, mute with blaring terror.  you saw him take the hit and enter into a frenzy you’ve never seen before, fighting through the deep gash on his stomach.  the sand around him is splattered with red.  he’s still climbing so hard on his blood affinity that you have to cast your bow aside and wrestle him down.  it takes all of your strength pitted against that empowerment to get him flat and even then you’re grunting with exertion, your body moving with his thrashing.

        thoughts of gentling flee from your mind.  you can’t reach up to cup his face.  you can’t even properly get both palms down to hold the wound together control the bleeding or start any other treatment.  it oozes thick under your shaking fingers... you feel... you feel... hand slipping on gore the hot slick of something soft and vital outside that shouldn’t be there and.

        and you won’t be able to hold him down for long.

        “Fuck.”  you finally speak a coarse, bitten out word.  the mute horror breaks.  “Love?  Love?  Love, baby, please.  Need to take care of you.  Need you to stop moving—”  the sentence ends through gritted teeth.  thin hope for obedience turns to ash on your tongue.  he’s past recognition.  beyond any dissociation you’ve seen from him before, when he turns fluttery quiet and inward with it, barely able to register his surroundings.  this is... “Fuck.”

        if his aura fully depletes, if his semblance stops giving him all that extra power, what happens then?  this isn’t small.  you’ve seen this shit before.  this is a bleed-out-and-die type of wound if it doesn’t get help.  he must not’ve been aura shielding?  he said he does that sometimes to escalate his semblance but you didn’t, it didn’t strike you how all or nothing that could be until now.  could he even pass out like a normal person?  normal people subside with pain, seek comfort, want to do anything to ease it.  were you just going to be stuck here struggling, listening to his wild noises until he...?  no, no, no.

        you manage to free both of your scrolls and set them down next to each other, your bloodied fingers sliding across their screens.  on your scroll you send short, emergency coded message to your team and then hit the emergency number.  on love’s you touch and hold his first speed dial number.  and then love bucks, and you need to focus on keeping him still.  you brace your weight against him, hips and legs moved tight against him and one elbow set high across his chest, bearing down.  the dual dial tones ring out.  the signal’s thin.  the name baba flashes across love’s scroll.  was that fine?  which was better?  faster?  love’s father or someone else, a teammate, help from shade?

[thrushed]

        “Ikhanva’s cold most of the year but my mom had this robe she always took good care of.  Silk or something.  She let me wear it a few times.  We never had much lien and after everything that happened, I had better things to spend my money on.  But I’ve always liked lace.”  you still think of it as a luxury.  love’s surprised you with expensive gifts before.  stuff you wouldn’tve indulged in for yourself.  the dagger, the outings, the silver body chain glinting at your waist even now.  you like them, but you smile down at the peignoir’s billowing sleeve, pinching its delicate trim.  quieter.   “Kind of just want something that belongs to you.”  @wileds

[thrushed]

happy nanowrimo (:

thanks.