Dora's eyes fell on the hollow, used to the magic Meg used to create them by now, her eyes taking in everything, committing everything to memory in that moment, the walls and veins, even as they moved, were dying, he was dying in that moment, the image hanging there in the air was enough of a confirmation of that as anything.
Moments ago she had been elated to finally admit aloud that she had grown fond of him, now she was looking at his ending.
She turned slightly, to offer Meg and Nairn a moment, her brain already starting to put pieces together on how she was going to have to make two hearts -- and that would involve her making sure she designed it correctly this time -- not like the one that had been crudely shoved into Nairn's chest all those years ago, that still had the faint hiss she could hear as the one gear turned, that sat in his chest in such a fashion that one good blow would end him and not even she would be able to help fast enough.
Now she would be building two, and the thoughts that she had been putting together over the past few weeks were starting to solidify because now it wasn't just about money, it was about ...
Well, it was bigger than gold, small, and fragile, a tiny ember that threatened to catch into a wild-fire of emotions if she let it. But for now she just needed to tend that spark a little while longer, protect it as best she could, and do everything she could to make sure that she didn't ruin four lives in the process, potentially even more.
When the door opened, she stepped back, looking back over to the man who had just danced her around like he'd be teasing her about it for the rest of their lives.
@Megara Neirdre
@Nairn Neirdre
Moments ago she had been elated to finally admit aloud that she had grown fond of him, now she was looking at his ending.
She turned slightly, to offer Meg and Nairn a moment, her brain already starting to put pieces together on how she was going to have to make two hearts -- and that would involve her making sure she designed it correctly this time -- not like the one that had been crudely shoved into Nairn's chest all those years ago, that still had the faint hiss she could hear as the one gear turned, that sat in his chest in such a fashion that one good blow would end him and not even she would be able to help fast enough.
Now she would be building two, and the thoughts that she had been putting together over the past few weeks were starting to solidify because now it wasn't just about money, it was about ...
Well, it was bigger than gold, small, and fragile, a tiny ember that threatened to catch into a wild-fire of emotions if she let it. But for now she just needed to tend that spark a little while longer, protect it as best she could, and do everything she could to make sure that she didn't ruin four lives in the process, potentially even more.
When the door opened, she stepped back, looking back over to the man who had just danced her around like he'd be teasing her about it for the rest of their lives.
I'll go and sit with him, you two have a whole clearing of guests out there. I can send someone running if he wakes and starts making a fuss.
@Megara Neirdre
@Nairn Neirdre
11-15-2024, 08:12 PM
