(I hope you don't mind I picked you, Aya! I wanted to try an interaction not established yet! ;-; )
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With the dark blanket of thundercloud that loomed overhead, droplets of rain continued in downward dance to spatter over bloodied cobblestones and the two blonde figures huddled thereupon. Creating rivets through the crimson ichor that pooled from the torn flesh of a mutated bite upon the bard's neck, Odette's form lay sprawled upon the ground beneath the hunched waitress whose countenance was contorted with horror.
"P-Please... Lass..." begged the shapely songstress, knuckles already draining of their color as she gripped the firearm in her bloody palm. Shaking, scarred fingers of her opposite hand reached for the dancer's own dainty digits and gently wrapped them around aurum infused handle of the flintlock pistol. "I know...." the words that croaked from her lips in a rasp were broken by a ragged cough, forcing a haze of crimson to coat parted lips. "... it's a lot t'ask. I know it ain't fair. We barely know each other... but I need ye t'do this. Dun let me become more of a monster than I already am.... dun let me hurt those I've come t'hold dear..."
Slowly the bardess coaxed the weapon upward to rest the barrel against her temple, framed by golden hair slicked and coiled by the rain. The depths of ocean hues that dimmed with the slow draining of her life weaved from the firearm to meet the blue orbs of Aya's own tearful gaze; heavy with apology for what she would be putting the cheerful barmaid through, yet undeniably determined to prevent the spread of infection. She smiled, softly so, and drew long lashes shut.
"Pull the trigger, Aya...."
With the dark blanket of thundercloud that loomed overhead, droplets of rain continued in downward dance to spatter over bloodied cobblestones and the two blonde figures huddled thereupon. Creating rivets through the crimson ichor that pooled from the torn flesh of a mutated bite upon the bard's neck, Odette's form lay sprawled upon the ground beneath the hunched waitress whose countenance was contorted with horror.
"P-Please... Lass..." begged the shapely songstress, knuckles already draining of their color as she gripped the firearm in her bloody palm. Shaking, scarred fingers of her opposite hand reached for the dancer's own dainty digits and gently wrapped them around aurum infused handle of the flintlock pistol. "I know...." the words that croaked from her lips in a rasp were broken by a ragged cough, forcing a haze of crimson to coat parted lips. "... it's a lot t'ask. I know it ain't fair. We barely know each other... but I need ye t'do this. Dun let me become more of a monster than I already am.... dun let me hurt those I've come t'hold dear..."
Slowly the bardess coaxed the weapon upward to rest the barrel against her temple, framed by golden hair slicked and coiled by the rain. The depths of ocean hues that dimmed with the slow draining of her life weaved from the firearm to meet the blue orbs of Aya's own tearful gaze; heavy with apology for what she would be putting the cheerful barmaid through, yet undeniably determined to prevent the spread of infection. She smiled, softly so, and drew long lashes shut.
"Pull the trigger, Aya...."
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
