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Characters: guideslight and kissmydamask.
Setting/Location: Some inn in District 1.
Date & Time: Right after waking up on Day 0.
Warnings: awkwaaaaarrrd none.
Summary: The Prince and Elika wake up. Together. Hilarity ensues.
Elika's mind slowly, but surely, rose back into the realm of consciousness. Her last moments flashed on a loop behind her eyes: the defeat of Ahriman, restoring the Tree, and then, nothing. Ahriman again. His brittle, laughing voice like a snake's hiss. His scream. His smell.
She stirred, and every movement caused her body to ache abominably. The first thing she registered was that it was bright, the light filtering red against her eyelids. The second, which hit her on the tail end of the first, was that she had a pounding headache.
The third was that she was on a bed; not only that, but the side of her head was resting against something both hard and subtly yielding. Like flesh, almost. She cracked open her eyes with a tiny moan, quite certain that her head wasn't supposed to hurt so much in the afterlife.
Allowing her head to fall to the side, she was greeted by the sight of dark leather, a pattern like scales that she knew intimately. Sliding her eyes up, a flash of red and blue cloth entered her vision--prompting a tiny noise of surprise. Or was it desperation?