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BARFs Reunion Tour [Day 3 Fight vs. ET]
Jun 29, 2015 21:21:51 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 29, 2015 21:21:51 GMT -5
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lyon
She's killed many times before, but it is as though the tides have shifted, waves rolling over the bodies she used to be able to count. Now there is just the sea of agony ahead of her as Gabrielle takes her final few breaths. Circe's fingers are deadweight; numbness spreads from her extremities, taking aim at her heart. And inside, more than the agony, she feels confusion. Why should she care so much about this one girl's death? How is it different than the people she killed back in Two?
She looks up into the dark rafters, obscuring the sky. And she knows. She has not killed Gabrielle O'Dale in service to Jaime or Elya. She has killed her for herself. The responsibility is not a weight; it is a leech. It has suckled at her arrow-holding fingertips, wormed its way into her veins. It threatens the quarter piece that's left of her heart. She drops off the conveyor belt, feet unsteady beneath her. She is almost that falling girl when someone else does the standing for her.
Circe circles her arms around his neck, her face turned away. It's too dark to see her face and it's too much duct tape to make out the twisted grimace. "Okay, Orion," she says, a concession to help she would have never asked for. When it is only his footsteps that echo around them, she finally turns. She puts her hand to his cheek to slow him, to meet his gaze, the silent hulk to the bred killer. That's what she wants to tell him, to remind him and herself that beneath the tide, there are bodies. And there will be more. She cannot even promise herself that his will not be one of them. But tonight the waves lap at memories and the Factory is quiet and it is only them.
"Okay, for tonight."
lyon
circe
district two female
She's killed many times before, but it is as though the tides have shifted, waves rolling over the bodies she used to be able to count. Now there is just the sea of agony ahead of her as Gabrielle takes her final few breaths. Circe's fingers are deadweight; numbness spreads from her extremities, taking aim at her heart. And inside, more than the agony, she feels confusion. Why should she care so much about this one girl's death? How is it different than the people she killed back in Two?
She looks up into the dark rafters, obscuring the sky. And she knows. She has not killed Gabrielle O'Dale in service to Jaime or Elya. She has killed her for herself. The responsibility is not a weight; it is a leech. It has suckled at her arrow-holding fingertips, wormed its way into her veins. It threatens the quarter piece that's left of her heart. She drops off the conveyor belt, feet unsteady beneath her. She is almost that falling girl when someone else does the standing for her.
Circe circles her arms around his neck, her face turned away. It's too dark to see her face and it's too much duct tape to make out the twisted grimace. "Okay, Orion," she says, a concession to help she would have never asked for. When it is only his footsteps that echo around them, she finally turns. She puts her hand to his cheek to slow him, to meet his gaze, the silent hulk to the bred killer. That's what she wants to tell him, to remind him and herself that beneath the tide, there are bodies. And there will be more. She cannot even promise herself that his will not be one of them. But tonight the waves lap at memories and the Factory is quiet and it is only them.
"Okay, for tonight."
OOC Notes
Uses F/A - 3 on Gunner La Torre
Keerkee flees with her feels
Uses F/A - 3 on Gunner La Torre
Keerkee flees with her feels
