twenty; forward dated to friday
[Taiga woke up with a bad, bad feeling, an all too familiar lurch in her stomach. It only worsened in finding Nanoha droned. Not droned and murderous, just flat out droned.
That wasn't good.
What also wasn't good was the fear that something similar would happen to her. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not even anyone she hated in Mayfield. Puff her chest all she liked, Taiga would never be able to try and kill a human. And so, it was mostly paranoia that led her into the kitchen, hands shaking with enough force that she spilt half the box of her cereal over the counter, and the milk had a similar fate. The torture continued as she forced herself to eat as much of the breakfast as possible.
Those weren't tears, she insisted to herself. She had to be safe! Perfectly safe, nothing went wrong, so why the panic?
It isn't until she stands up to put the bowl in the sink that the ~*~Grade A Poison™~*~ kicks in. Taiga lurches forward and, barely catching herself on the countertop before complete hitting the ground, leaving the bowl to shatter at her feet. Quite frankly, the bowl is the least of her worries in comparison to the jolt--no, stab? Fuck it, the most excrutiating pain Taiga's ever felt in her gut. A hissed breath and Taiga tries, oh how she tries to make it to the couch before collapsing.
...Collapsing against the side of the couch counts as making it, right? And she totally planned on knocking over the phone so it was right by her face, didn't she? Broadcasting her inevitable death sounds so appealing, with her curled up gripping her stomach with one hand and barely keeping a hold on the phone with her other.]
G-god damnit... I... [A groan.] S-sorry... I-I didn't want--[To worry everyone. But I fucked up.] D-don't... don't come over.
(ooc: Her beloved not!daddy will at least be able to lessen some of her pain, but Taiga's doomed to die. :T)
That wasn't good.
What also wasn't good was the fear that something similar would happen to her. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not even anyone she hated in Mayfield. Puff her chest all she liked, Taiga would never be able to try and kill a human. And so, it was mostly paranoia that led her into the kitchen, hands shaking with enough force that she spilt half the box of her cereal over the counter, and the milk had a similar fate. The torture continued as she forced herself to eat as much of the breakfast as possible.
Those weren't tears, she insisted to herself. She had to be safe! Perfectly safe, nothing went wrong, so why the panic?
It isn't until she stands up to put the bowl in the sink that the ~*~Grade A Poison™~*~ kicks in. Taiga lurches forward and, barely catching herself on the countertop before complete hitting the ground, leaving the bowl to shatter at her feet. Quite frankly, the bowl is the least of her worries in comparison to the jolt--no, stab? Fuck it, the most excrutiating pain Taiga's ever felt in her gut. A hissed breath and Taiga tries, oh how she tries to make it to the couch before collapsing.
...Collapsing against the side of the couch counts as making it, right? And she totally planned on knocking over the phone so it was right by her face, didn't she? Broadcasting her inevitable death sounds so appealing, with her curled up gripping her stomach with one hand and barely keeping a hold on the phone with her other.]
G-god damnit... I... [A groan.] S-sorry... I-I didn't want--[To worry everyone. But I fucked up.] D-don't... don't come over.
(ooc: Her beloved not!daddy will at least be able to lessen some of her pain, but Taiga's doomed to die. :T)