first entrance.
Drowning in air wasn't something Septimus had ever thought he would encounter. And yet, as the witch dropped the doll into the water, its arm and leg twisted, just as his were, he felt himself being lifted from the floor as if rising through water from the bottom of a pool. The air around him thickened and even as he tried, tried desperately to get somewhere, anywhere but where the inexorable pull or water (or was it air?) was taking him.
(And he'd been so close. So close to the stone, the star, and rule over Stormhold forever.
And his sister. They'd exchanged just two words in total even though she'd disappeared so long ago and he'd long held the impression that he'd never see her again. Still, the fact that the conversation had been cut short hadn't exactly been his fault. It's hard to catch up when one has very suddenly been set on fire.)
He couldn't breath.
He hated it; not the fact that he was dying but the fact that he wasn't already dead, and instead slowly running out of air in midair, waiting for the moment his heart would simply stop beating.
Things blurred in his vision. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and soon all he could hear was his blood, and even that was slowing.
And then everything stops.
When the prince falls out of the air, he lands not on a marble floor but that of the bar, a crumpled figure, soaked through and through, right arm and leg twisted at angles they shouldn't be.
( ooc: dead prince ahoy! a doctor, or at least someone equipped to help him to the infirmary, would be appreciated.
tinytag: septimus )
(And he'd been so close. So close to the stone, the star, and rule over Stormhold forever.
And his sister. They'd exchanged just two words in total even though she'd disappeared so long ago and he'd long held the impression that he'd never see her again. Still, the fact that the conversation had been cut short hadn't exactly been his fault. It's hard to catch up when one has very suddenly been set on fire.)
He couldn't breath.
He hated it; not the fact that he was dying but the fact that he wasn't already dead, and instead slowly running out of air in midair, waiting for the moment his heart would simply stop beating.
Things blurred in his vision. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and soon all he could hear was his blood, and even that was slowing.
And then everything stops.
When the prince falls out of the air, he lands not on a marble floor but that of the bar, a crumpled figure, soaked through and through, right arm and leg twisted at angles they shouldn't be.
( ooc: dead prince ahoy! a doctor, or at least someone equipped to help him to the infirmary, would be appreciated.
tinytag: septimus )