hold your pretty head high ( open )

[antepone]

Who: Mira, you. A few closed prompts.
What: the eventening
When: throughout the event.
Where: all over Umui.
Warnings: death. gore. will update with more!
Notes: lmk if you want a starter. i'll also match format!

august 5-9.

[ In some ways, it feels familiar. She's not really thrilled about that; the fear of succumbing to something she can't control is terrifying. Something pricks at the back of her mind, flashes of an old memory clawing to the surface--

beneath the ground, surrounded by darkness and decay and the slow sound of something heavy growing closer

--she closes her eyes and shakes her head. Focuses on other things. She doesn't dare go back to Enso; she doesn't know if she'd infect others who, luckily, haven't been. Her food's running a bit low, but she's still got quite a bit. So. If she sees someone around, she'll come over with a smile. She's a little dizzy from walking so much, but she manages to not fall over. ]

Are you hungry?

[ ... of course, aside from trying to take care of people, she's... not doing much of that for herself. Often, she has to take a break to curl up somewhere quiet. Mira's started coughing up flower petals, and that? Seeing the blood-soaked violet petals?

It's terrifying. So much that she's not particularly aware of much else. ]

august 10-16.

[ It's getting much worse.

The flowers grow along her skin, bursting forth around her wrists and throat. She's in a lot of pain, and she doesn't really move from her spot near the mana pool on Umui. She can't move, exactly. Not without a lot of hurting. Still, she puts on a brave face, sits up (visibly wincing, naturally) if she notices someone coming along. ]

How are you doing?

[ It's a foolish question, but. It's fine. ]

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[tokenflavortownie]

[As soon as she begins to cough, Pyrrha is by her side, holding out her hands in concern, but they aren't nearly as strong as they usually are.]

It's not really that important, just that I... [there's a metallic taste in her own mouth, but it isn't from blood. It's hard to swallow for a moment.] I-I just wanted to ask you something, about Nari.

[But now she's already believing that's a terrible idea.]

[antepone]

[ Oh.

Mira inhales, sharply, and as tired as she is... She's being transparent. More than usual, so much more. For a while she's quiet, deathly so. ]

... What is it?

[tokenflavortownie]

....[She opens her mouth, closes it. She almost wants to laugh, like this is hilarious instead of an utterly stupid idea.

Finally, she takes in a breath.]

It's just... it's Nari's birthday soon. [she says with a listless shrug.] I wanted to ask if... you had any ideas for a git.

[antepone]

[ Ah.

Mira swallows, tastes blood and something bitter. But she won't take that out on Pyrrha. Pyrrha doesn't deserve that. ]

She... likes practical things. Um... handmade things. Things... that come from the heart.