His Royal Highness Prince Darvish Shayrif Hakem (wastrel_prince) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-10-07 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | prince darvish : wastrel-prince, souji okita : souji-okita |
Who: Darvish and open
What: Arrival
When: Now
Where: A hallway
Warning: Angry wounded man with a sword
He'd turned just in time to see the man's feet disappear into the mirror, and ran towards it with a shout, hand outstretched. It was so sharp, he didn't feel any pain, not until he pulled his hand away and saw the blood gushing out. And the missing tips of his fingers. But that wasn't what hurt the most. He'd failed, and Aaron was gone. He screamed in grief, trying to find a way through the mirror. "AARON!"
And then... had he done it? He was in an entirely different place. Presumably still part of the wizard's tower, but... it was different. No mirrors, for one thing. Less... white. And he was still losing blood. He sank against the wall, ripping a bit of his robe to tie around his fingers. "Aaron," he panted weakly. "Chandra. I'm coming..."