DEATH ON ALL FOURS
TURN YOUR RABID INTO RUSH -
TURN YOUR RABID INTO RUSH -
In the dimness, so much blue and gold. So much just-restrained violence, pulling with titan strength at heartstrings, and at damaged tendons.
When the first piece of rubble drops, Bex flinches so hard she thinks she might fall over.
Panic sets in. All at once she is damaged again, is struggling for breath at the bottom of the pool, is cognizant of their impending doom, and her vision goes black at the edges with that fuzzy near-fainting; her heart pounds in her chest at the furious pace of something rabid, her pulse goes wild electric-shock in her soft throat. This is a horrific mirror image of what happened in spring, the same blooming of rocks and the promise of burial, of bruises, and when Bex sucks in a breath, it rattles and hurts.
More rocks. And dust. And the room shakes and cracks under her, and before she can stop herself she steps sideways to lean against Eik, every muscle in her body melting. The whites of her eyes shine moony and feral.
This cannot be happening. Please, not again -
Her skull is still ringing when Seraphina begins to speak. Bexley’s eyes, cloudy with relived trauma, can barely take in the novelty of emotion on her sovereign’s face, and yet through hazy layers of paranoia and confusion she is still stunned by the sight of Seraphina so human - so enraged. Where were you - where were you - the cacophonous sound of voices overlayered, of new arguments stirring. The world turned upside down, then, with Bexley the one subdued for once. Trembling in place. Frightened and girlish. Across the room, her eyes meet Florentine’s, and something like pain blooms in her chest.
Perhaps we could clear the rubble -
For the first time Bex blinks and sees clearly, and what she sees in Seraphina (something animal and emotional) is so strange it’s almost painful to watch.
Unusually meek, she follows the Sovereign to the collapsed doorway, steps carefully placed and head lowered despite the buzzing, tooth-sawing electric hum in her muscles. With Herculean effort she stills her shaking breaths. Torchlight flickers overhead, though not enough to really illuminate the the scene they gaze down upon, and Bex decides now might be as good a time as any to let Seraphina now that something’s changed - she blinks. Gold overtakes every part of her eye but the pupil, an aureate madness that spreads in seconds, and slowly a warm near-white light spreads from her skin in a halo to light the rubble and the devastating scene around them.
At least He’s good for something, Bex mumbles, and a sheepish smile spreads across her face as she flicks a glance up to the statue of Solis still looming overhead.
When the first piece of rubble drops, Bex flinches so hard she thinks she might fall over.
Panic sets in. All at once she is damaged again, is struggling for breath at the bottom of the pool, is cognizant of their impending doom, and her vision goes black at the edges with that fuzzy near-fainting; her heart pounds in her chest at the furious pace of something rabid, her pulse goes wild electric-shock in her soft throat. This is a horrific mirror image of what happened in spring, the same blooming of rocks and the promise of burial, of bruises, and when Bex sucks in a breath, it rattles and hurts.
More rocks. And dust. And the room shakes and cracks under her, and before she can stop herself she steps sideways to lean against Eik, every muscle in her body melting. The whites of her eyes shine moony and feral.
This cannot be happening. Please, not again -
Her skull is still ringing when Seraphina begins to speak. Bexley’s eyes, cloudy with relived trauma, can barely take in the novelty of emotion on her sovereign’s face, and yet through hazy layers of paranoia and confusion she is still stunned by the sight of Seraphina so human - so enraged. Where were you - where were you - the cacophonous sound of voices overlayered, of new arguments stirring. The world turned upside down, then, with Bexley the one subdued for once. Trembling in place. Frightened and girlish. Across the room, her eyes meet Florentine’s, and something like pain blooms in her chest.
Perhaps we could clear the rubble -
For the first time Bex blinks and sees clearly, and what she sees in Seraphina (something animal and emotional) is so strange it’s almost painful to watch.
Unusually meek, she follows the Sovereign to the collapsed doorway, steps carefully placed and head lowered despite the buzzing, tooth-sawing electric hum in her muscles. With Herculean effort she stills her shaking breaths. Torchlight flickers overhead, though not enough to really illuminate the the scene they gaze down upon, and Bex decides now might be as good a time as any to let Seraphina now that something’s changed - she blinks. Gold overtakes every part of her eye but the pupil, an aureate madness that spreads in seconds, and slowly a warm near-white light spreads from her skin in a halo to light the rubble and the devastating scene around them.
At least He’s good for something, Bex mumbles, and a sheepish smile spreads across her face as she flicks a glance up to the statue of Solis still looming overhead.
