In her mindscape, the door slammed shut just as the demon hit it. The seal burned into place, and he'd hear the demon's reaction behind the closed door. It screamed—nails scraps against the door. The seal wouldn't hold it forever; but for the moment, it was stopped.
But in the waking world, Ella cried. Eventually, she'd cried herself out, and rested in his arms, staring into space, over his shoulder. She stayed that way, for a long time. Silent, save for his quiet humming. It was soothing, reminiscent of another time where she'd attempted similar; though last time, it hadn't been a rope. And last time she'd almost succeeded.
She sighed, tugging on his sleeve as she very slowly sat up. Her body felt heavy and every move took more effort than she'd care to admit. It took multiple attempts for her to push herself away from his chest, and when she succeeded, she almost toppled backwards, her arms trembling with the effort of righting herself.
She'd not put makeup on to hide the circles under her eyes, or soften her cheeks, instead, she looked gaunt, dark circles around her eyes extremely noticeable. She exhaled softly, her lungs hurt with the effort, but she continued to breath steadily.
Ella only stayed upright for a few more seconds, before she let herself fall back against his chest, exhausted beyond words. It was quiet, even though she knew her wife was just outside, panicked and blaming herself. Even though she knew her brother was there, too, just as panicked.
A fresh onslaught of tears came, and this time, when she'd cried herself out, she was asleep. It wasn't restful, and if he moved her around too much, she'd wake. She continued to cling to his arm, like a child with their favorite teddy bear.
@Kaczor Tilani
@Malik Vrai
But in the waking world, Ella cried. Eventually, she'd cried herself out, and rested in his arms, staring into space, over his shoulder. She stayed that way, for a long time. Silent, save for his quiet humming. It was soothing, reminiscent of another time where she'd attempted similar; though last time, it hadn't been a rope. And last time she'd almost succeeded.
...just didn't get the drop right, this time,she murmured, her voice hoarse, her throat sore. She hasn't sat up, is still gazing over his shoulder, fingers holding on tightly to his arm. More silence, as she breathed softly, a quiet rasp following her breaths. Her eyes have drifted shut again, face puffy from tears, neck bruised and sporting raw patches, where the rope had burned her as she'd struggled.
She sighed, tugging on his sleeve as she very slowly sat up. Her body felt heavy and every move took more effort than she'd care to admit. It took multiple attempts for her to push herself away from his chest, and when she succeeded, she almost toppled backwards, her arms trembling with the effort of righting herself.
She'd not put makeup on to hide the circles under her eyes, or soften her cheeks, instead, she looked gaunt, dark circles around her eyes extremely noticeable. She exhaled softly, her lungs hurt with the effort, but she continued to breath steadily.
Ella only stayed upright for a few more seconds, before she let herself fall back against his chest, exhausted beyond words. It was quiet, even though she knew her wife was just outside, panicked and blaming herself. Even though she knew her brother was there, too, just as panicked.
A fresh onslaught of tears came, and this time, when she'd cried herself out, she was asleep. It wasn't restful, and if he moved her around too much, she'd wake. She continued to cling to his arm, like a child with their favorite teddy bear.
@Kaczor Tilani
@Malik Vrai
10-29-2024, 01:36 PM
