[Not considered in-play until it is complete][INCOMPLETE]
Who: Sellz and Cosmas
What: Revivification and Reunion
Where: Damien/Cosmas and Max's place
When: The next day
Warnings: It's these two. Not even God Himself knows.
The half-light of Purgatorium day filtered through the window into Asellus' aching eyes, and she shifted a little, groaning softly as her mind tried to recall where she was and what she was doing there. All she could remember was running, running fast to find out what was going on... and then the flash of a blade, and turning to face it. She'd been sorely outclassed with her smaller sword, and she remembered the sickening feel of metal sliding effortlessly between her ribs, and the feeling of her chest tightening as it did; an odd sort of deflation and the taste of blood, copper-sweet in her mouth, choking her, blocking her from air. Just remembering it was like reliving it-- the desperate clawing for air, the searing pain from her wounds... She'd wanted to call out, but she knew that those she'd call for wouldn't be there in time. She'd seen her death coming as it approached, could taste it... It was there, and it was reaching for her...
Her eyes flashed open, and she shot up with a choked scream, gasping for air, gulping it down like water or life itself, convinced it would leave her there to drown in her own blood again. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her eyes wide and feral, her gaze shot around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
What: Revivification and Reunion
Where: Damien/Cosmas and Max's place
When: The next day
Warnings: It's these two. Not even God Himself knows.
The half-light of Purgatorium day filtered through the window into Asellus' aching eyes, and she shifted a little, groaning softly as her mind tried to recall where she was and what she was doing there. All she could remember was running, running fast to find out what was going on... and then the flash of a blade, and turning to face it. She'd been sorely outclassed with her smaller sword, and she remembered the sickening feel of metal sliding effortlessly between her ribs, and the feeling of her chest tightening as it did; an odd sort of deflation and the taste of blood, copper-sweet in her mouth, choking her, blocking her from air. Just remembering it was like reliving it-- the desperate clawing for air, the searing pain from her wounds... She'd wanted to call out, but she knew that those she'd call for wouldn't be there in time. She'd seen her death coming as it approached, could taste it... It was there, and it was reaching for her...
Her eyes flashed open, and she shot up with a choked scream, gasping for air, gulping it down like water or life itself, convinced it would leave her there to drown in her own blood again. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her eyes wide and feral, her gaze shot around the room, trying to figure out where she was.