distant ringing bell /eden + avriel
Jan 2, 2022 22:35:03 GMT -5
Post by calla on Jan 2, 2022 22:35:03 GMT -5
e d e n .
"science can
cure sickness,
but what can
cure my soul?"
The medics carry Fray away with a sword in her chest and Eden stands there, silent, watching. There's a ripple of unease that crawls it's way through the crowd like a forest fire. First striking the boy from Four in the eye, and now this. No one knows what to make of him.
The whispering and the muttering doesn't matter though, Eden's already leaving. He's back to the bathroom, the one at the end of the far hall that's just out of the way, enough that no one else will use it. He slips into the far stall and sits on the floor, feels the cold of the tiles seep into him while he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough to see stars.
The blood on his face is tacky, it's on his hands now too, and he wonders why it feels so natural there. He wonders why he feels so natural with that damned sword and he moves his palms to glare at it, sitting innocently by his feet. He nudges it with his foot and the red transfers.
He's made it, and he tries to feel good about that, but he doesn't. He's halfway through finishing what Eurydice asked of him - to send a message. He's a Le Roux, and they won't go down so easily. But the semi-finals are next and he can hear the muffled roar of the crowd as the next match starts.
His whole body aches now, Fray messed him up pretty good in the end. Eden taps out a rhythm onto the tile, tipping his head back against the wall and counting the paint specks on the ceiling. It's easier to focus on that than the pain.