She’s been walking and stopping and idly turning behind her, rubbing at her eyes that never quite shook the sedative effect that put her in the jail to begin with, hoping to see Seto appear. There had been too much chaos-fighting, pushing, pulling people out of the water and away from the people trying to get them all in. The woman who tried to save that kid-what caused the uproar to begin with and-
She’s so tired. It doesn’t matter how desperately she hums that same old shaky melody to herself or how many times she spins to look behind her, trying to catch the eye of a brown haired boy who absolutely has to be safe. He has to be okay. The water can’t hold him back and his heart is strong enough to out, to reach out to those who had been wandering in, to do anything to survive because that’s how he is.
Her heart’s already pounding wildly and there’s a tightness to her chest that forces her pace to be slow and languid. There are multiple points where she just has to stop and rest-trying to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand and she doesn’t pass out. Not great. Not good.
Because she just needs to get home. Seto will be there-she can make sure he’s safe and warm and covered in blankets. She can make sure Magnus made it back. Can see the elves, maybe, one more time before she has to force herself to leave if her pills don’t make their way back into her hands fast enough. But those are all problems for another day and if she thinks about Seto, then she can make it back.
Feel free to run into this sleepo beepo post ai'tuoh madness anywhere on the island. She’s moving like a sleepy snail, hiding behind rocks when she needs to rest and humming to keep herself awake.]
Ren | ota (enso)
She’s been walking and stopping and idly turning behind her, rubbing at her eyes that never quite shook the sedative effect that put her in the jail to begin with, hoping to see Seto appear. There had been too much chaos-fighting, pushing, pulling people out of the water and away from the people trying to get them all in. The woman who tried to save that kid-what caused the uproar to begin with and-
She’s so tired. It doesn’t matter how desperately she hums that same old shaky melody to herself or how many times she spins to look behind her, trying to catch the eye of a brown haired boy who absolutely has to be safe. He has to be okay. The water can’t hold him back and his heart is strong enough to out, to reach out to those who had been wandering in, to do anything to survive because that’s how he is.
Her heart’s already pounding wildly and there’s a tightness to her chest that forces her pace to be slow and languid. There are multiple points where she just has to stop and rest-trying to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand and she doesn’t pass out. Not great. Not good.
Because she just needs to get home. Seto will be there-she can make sure he’s safe and warm and covered in blankets. She can make sure Magnus made it back. Can see the elves, maybe, one more time before she has to force herself to leave if her pills don’t make their way back into her hands fast enough. But those are all problems for another day and if she thinks about Seto, then she can make it back.
Feel free to run into this sleepo beepo post ai'tuoh madness anywhere on the island. She’s moving like a sleepy snail, hiding behind rocks when she needs to rest and humming to keep herself awake.]