she’s in a hurry. her bag lies on the bed, filled only with necessities, her most recent
journal, and a photo of her mother - practically empty, for someone who was about to
leave her whole life behind. the very last thing she wanted to do was stay, despite the
best efforts of nearly everyone to make her feel a slight less homeless.
there are footsteps on the stairs, and vernal panics. she rushes to grab the bag and pushes
it underneath the bed with more force than necessary, resulting in a resounding crack that
makes her heart stop. there goes the glass, i guess. vernal takes a breath, trying to still her
shaking hands before answering the door.
‘ can i… help you, professor? ‘ // @soulsmerged
vernal knows she’s right , but the urge to keep running keeps her on her feet despite every other instinct in her body . she sways in place , and leans heavily on raven . her hands shake , not just from the slick covering of her own blood on them - have they run far enough ? her men can’t be far behind , there’s not enough time , we have nowhere to go - but rae’s hands holding her together keep her up and breathing .
‘ rae , i’ll … be fine . we need to keep moving . ‘
her voice is missing its usual rigor , and each breath is shallower than the last - but she can’t let the chieftess down . ( she means too much . ) despite her words , she halts , catching her breath.
‘ let’s just … go , i can rest later . ‘ // @dangeraes
she digs her fingers into his coat, grappling with his iron grip - it’s hard to keep her head on
straight when she’s losing air. she won’t go out like this. ‘ listen, buddy - ‘ her voice is a rasp. ‘ this won’t… get you anywhere. ‘ // @prabhutv