Melody No. 10 ~ Much too afraid to sing.
(OOC: Occurs the morning after this.)
[Death is a dreamless sleep that makes her tips and edges tingle with cold, an experience that leaves her thirsting for air. She is abstractly aware of her final moments, as if she watched it through a kaleidoscope: Mukuro's grin appears in slivers, red soaks everything, stars wink away her vision, and the taste of metal pervades her heavy tongue. Now more than ever, Garnet longs for her white magic, though it wouldn't help her now.
She remains in limbo until dawn breaks the next day. Like clockwork, her eyelids flutter open, and she finds herself tucked away in her bedroom.
Garnet casts an incredulous look around the room before she bolts up in bed with a piercing gasp, expression wild. She flings away her bedsheets as her chest heaves, lungs bent on devouring every molecule of oxygen that floats near. Trembling hands prod frantically at her chest where there should be three separate punctures aligned like Orion's Belt beneath her breast, a scarlet trio on ashen flesh.
Tears spring to her eyes as the reality of what happened sets in. She had died, and at Mukuro's hands. She had wanted so desperately to believe that she could help him, save him from madness in some small way, and here was the fruit of all her efforts, her just reward.
The young, foolish queen collapses onto the mattress beneath her with her palms pressed into her eyes, trying to blot out the present. She lies there in this fashion before rolling onto her side, knees tucking closed. Her hands stay clenched over her watering eyes. When there is no one to be strong for, no one but herself to construct a facade for, she crumbles easily. She wallows in a sense of betrayal, and curses herself for having been so trusting.
Eventually she makes a grab for the phone on her nightstand, cradling it against her ear with her shoulder.]
I apologize to anyone...who might have come across my body yesterday. I... [Her voice breaks.] It was not my intent to create such a scene.
(Filtered to Jecht.)
He killed me. I don't...I...could you please come over?
[Death is a dreamless sleep that makes her tips and edges tingle with cold, an experience that leaves her thirsting for air. She is abstractly aware of her final moments, as if she watched it through a kaleidoscope: Mukuro's grin appears in slivers, red soaks everything, stars wink away her vision, and the taste of metal pervades her heavy tongue. Now more than ever, Garnet longs for her white magic, though it wouldn't help her now.
She remains in limbo until dawn breaks the next day. Like clockwork, her eyelids flutter open, and she finds herself tucked away in her bedroom.
Garnet casts an incredulous look around the room before she bolts up in bed with a piercing gasp, expression wild. She flings away her bedsheets as her chest heaves, lungs bent on devouring every molecule of oxygen that floats near. Trembling hands prod frantically at her chest where there should be three separate punctures aligned like Orion's Belt beneath her breast, a scarlet trio on ashen flesh.
Tears spring to her eyes as the reality of what happened sets in. She had died, and at Mukuro's hands. She had wanted so desperately to believe that she could help him, save him from madness in some small way, and here was the fruit of all her efforts, her just reward.
The young, foolish queen collapses onto the mattress beneath her with her palms pressed into her eyes, trying to blot out the present. She lies there in this fashion before rolling onto her side, knees tucking closed. Her hands stay clenched over her watering eyes. When there is no one to be strong for, no one but herself to construct a facade for, she crumbles easily. She wallows in a sense of betrayal, and curses herself for having been so trusting.
Eventually she makes a grab for the phone on her nightstand, cradling it against her ear with her shoulder.]
I apologize to anyone...who might have come across my body yesterday. I... [Her voice breaks.] It was not my intent to create such a scene.
(Filtered to Jecht.)
He killed me. I don't...I...could you please come over?