. (siri) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-16 00:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, siri d'albis |
Who: Siri D'Albis (mentions of Caspar)
What: With Cian's help, Siri finds Cas.
Where: Clinic.
When: After Hashmal's defeat
Rating: PG-13 for imagery
Status: Complete
His face was the same ashen colour of the sheets, the make-shift bed too small for a man of his size. Bird-like, Siri tilted her head glancing at the scene as if she could not quite comprehend what was happening; Madness at her shoulder shook its head and chattered its teeth in annoyance. Nothing about this was right. Her heart clenched as if cold water had encased her without warning, the world shifted (or maybe it was her perspective, Madness rinsed away from her shoulder - spiralling down into nothing. Siri saw Cas, and she saw him without veils. Pale as a corpse, unconscious and broken. It sunk in and hit, lodged itself in her lungs and she let out a very human sob as sat at his side. She wasn't a Prophet then, just Siri — carefully touching his face as if he would dissolve like ash under her fingertips. Finding the covers inadequate (white was not right, too much like the pale shroud for cadavers) she adjusted her usual red cloak over him. Siri sat there swallowing salt and bitterly contemplating that it never worked backwards, a princess never woke a prince with a kiss. [a fragment of memories made of other memories, looping rinse, repeat] Sanity knocked at the door, bringing with it ice (snapping frantic jaws deep into the fabric of her being). Wolves, snakes, one-eye trees and rotting amber blood). The world narrowed and focused on Caspar: he had nearly died. He could have died. And she was perfectly lucid as she lifted her voice upwards to the sky, screaming at the God who would not reply (and swallowed the sun in one sigh, give it back, give it back, give him back). Her palms like sandpaper against her face as she tried to cram everything again in her head. The thoughts didn't all fit in with the voices, the nightmares and waking dreams. Not him or him, not them, never them. |