Simca (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} migratorybird) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} clockwork_rp,@ 2008-11-08 19:32:00 |
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dry your eyes, stay calm, i feel so alone, and i do know [active]
Who: Shimuka (migratorybird) and Kiriku (groundead) and Kilik (youare_epicfail)
What: twinning.
When: after Vash stops by -- sometime after Kiric's getting owned
Where: their room
Warnings: idk.
Anxious.
Pink locks curling around her face, blood dripping from her fingers, and she felt.... anxious, yeah, that was one word. But no, there was something else. Green hues fluttered closed and she settled down on the edge of the bed, fingers twisting around the crimson-stained sheets underneath her. Anger, that was another word. Anger towards her brother, towards the one who did this to him, towards herself. And then guilt. Guilt that rippled through her veins, made her such an awful person -- couldn't help him. She should've seen it coming, should've done something about it to protect him, but no. Of course not. And here he was, bloody, bruised, broken. He didn't deserve this, never did.
"I want to soar in the sky~"
Struck down, torn up, mutilated and ripped in two. One entity, forcibly split into two. And she couldn't do anything, couldn't help him. Just sit and watch, fade into the background. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to be here. But it did, and she was helpless, he was helpless, she just.. Simca let out a small noise, grip tightening on the sheets and head lowering, rose cascades falling over her eyes, hiding those tears that were starting to peak out.
"Through the fierce winds blowing towards the moon~"
A shuddering sigh and hands moved up to wipe the blood off her fingers on her top. How pathetic. Yeah, that was something else. Just terribly pathetic and useless. "Using the last bit of magic left..."
Silence now.
Couldn't protect him. Kiric had almost died. And she couldn't do anything but murmur, 'I'm sorry..." under her breath. Can't even avenge him. Ironic.
Pink locks curling around her face, blood dripping from her fingers, and she felt.... anxious, yeah, that was one word. But no, there was something else. Green hues fluttered closed and she settled down on the edge of the bed, fingers twisting around the crimson-stained sheets underneath her. Anger, that was another word. Anger towards her brother, towards the one who did this to him, towards herself. And then guilt. Guilt that rippled through her veins, made her such an awful person -- couldn't help him. She should've seen it coming, should've done something about it to protect him, but no. Of course not. And here he was, bloody, bruised, broken. He didn't deserve this, never did.
"I want to soar in the sky~"
Struck down, torn up, mutilated and ripped in two. One entity, forcibly split into two. And she couldn't do anything, couldn't help him. Just sit and watch, fade into the background. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to be here. But it did, and she was helpless, he was helpless, she just.. Simca let out a small noise, grip tightening on the sheets and head lowering, rose cascades falling over her eyes, hiding those tears that were starting to peak out.
"Through the fierce winds blowing towards the moon~"
A shuddering sigh and hands moved up to wipe the blood off her fingers on her top. How pathetic. Yeah, that was something else. Just terribly pathetic and useless. "Using the last bit of magic left..."
Silence now.
Couldn't protect him. Kiric had almost died. And she couldn't do anything but murmur, 'I'm sorry..." under her breath. Can't even avenge him. Ironic.