"Sinthia!" Alejandro shrieks, and then suddenly realizes that he can't see. He tries opening his eyes, but the world remains a dull grey
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Jaspre kneels down by her and reaches out with shaking hands to cup her face and make her look at him. Tears and dirt stain her cheeks. She looks up at him with red rimmed, wet eyes, teeth biting into her bottom lip.
“You’ll be fine, Sinthia. You’ll be okay. We’ll find a doctor and fix your arm,” he reassures her, trying to ignore the lump that grows in his throat when he sees how badly burnt her arm is.
“Alejandro, this way.” For some reason, the boy seems to be staggering about aimlessly. “We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” he says, picking her up as gently as he can.
“Sinthia…Sinthia, are you okay?”
Jaspre looks down to see Kristtorn pinned to the ground by Sylvelin’s silver smoke. The woman’s eyes are wet as well, filled with concern and love for the child.
(Getting sick? That sounds like the beginnings of a fever, love D:)
Worry hits him like a punch in the chest. “Here,” he says and moves towards him. Alejandro jumps when he closes a hand around his arm. “I’m here. We're right here.”
“J-Jas…It h-hurts! My arm h-hurts! Ale…S-Sinthia h-hurts!” “I know, Princess. Be brave for a bit longer, alright? We’re going to get help.”
A snarl gets his attention, and he sees Sylvelin shove Kristtorn’s head into the dirt, closing a hand around her neck. “She’s mine now,” he states, his expression triumphant. “I get to kill her, as promised.”
Absinthia’s eyes open wide, and for a moment she seems to forget about her injury, crying out as the monster begins drags nails down her face and digs his fingers into her eye sockets to tear out the eyes. “Krissy! Stop! You’re hurting her! Stop it!” she sobs.
(That's really weird :/ Maybe your blood pressure is low or something? You should take it easy and drink some tea, love.)
"What's going on?" Alejandro asks, shaking. He trips over a rock and falls, Jaspre barely catching him in time. "Who's killing her? Jaspre, what's happening?"
{I know I'm slightly anemic, but it's never really caused me any problems before. Very strange. And I think I will.}
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“You’ll be fine, Sinthia. You’ll be okay. We’ll find a doctor and fix your arm,” he reassures her, trying to ignore the lump that grows in his throat when he sees how badly burnt her arm is.
“Alejandro, this way.” For some reason, the boy seems to be staggering about aimlessly. “We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” he says, picking her up as gently as he can.
“Sinthia…Sinthia, are you okay?”
Jaspre looks down to see Kristtorn pinned to the ground by Sylvelin’s silver smoke. The woman’s eyes are wet as well, filled with concern and love for the child.
(Getting sick? That sounds like the beginnings of a fever, love D:)
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{It's weird though, because I don't have a temperature. It's actually low. :|a}
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“J-Jas…It h-hurts! My arm h-hurts! Ale…S-Sinthia h-hurts!”
“I know, Princess. Be brave for a bit longer, alright? We’re going to get help.”
A snarl gets his attention, and he sees Sylvelin shove Kristtorn’s head into the dirt, closing a hand around her neck. “She’s mine now,” he states, his expression triumphant. “I get to kill her, as promised.”
Absinthia’s eyes open wide, and for a moment she seems to forget about her injury, crying out as the monster begins drags nails down her face and digs his fingers into her eye sockets to tear out the eyes. “Krissy! Stop! You’re hurting her! Stop it!” she sobs.
(That's really weird :/ Maybe your blood pressure is low or something? You should take it easy and drink some tea, love.)
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{I know I'm slightly anemic, but it's never really caused me any problems before. Very strange. And I think I will.}
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