Laura Moon (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spitandviolets) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
Getting up, her mind blank, she grabbed the spike firmly in her hand. No point holding off on it. She needed to buy some time, and she needed to be able to touch him. Neither of those were possible with the spike still lodged half way into her chest cavity. Wordlessly, not making a noise, Laura yanked at the metal that did not belong. With more cracking and a disgusting sounding rip, the spike was removed. A hole the size of a man's fist was left through her middle, letting anyone looking at her straight on see right through her.
Laura took a seat on his bed once more and then laid down, curling herself back into him, but closer this time. Still, she wouldn't press into him. The hole was dripping a bit, and the last thing she needed was for him to get sick. She laid there in silence. The operation hadn't taken long enough for her to make sense of things. She'd been an insanely jealous person in life, making it even worse. Well, she'd started the day being no angel. She could go for broke.
"Oh," she replied blandly, blankly. Truth. She dealt in truths. As badly as she wanted to tell him that it was fine, to laugh it off and let him know that they'd both been silly in the face of adversity, that was the Laura who was alive. That wasn't the truth. That was something that was used to patch up holes and allow you to skate over them. "Yes, that is worse." She fell silent again, her fingers touching his hand. Her eyes stared blankly into the darkness.