04-19-2020, 11:39 PM
How fiercely she resents her trembling. The iron fist of panic closed around her hard-beating heart. She doesn’t want to look at it because it puts a sharp pang in her own heaving chest.
She swallows and blinks against the burning in her eyes. Magic won’t fix it. Is she a coward if she doesn’t try? She fixes her pleading stare to his face and tilts her fine head and drifts a little closer. He’d told her not to touch him, even if the voice had sounded so many thousands of miles away.
She drags in a shuddering breath and she searches his face. “Thorn,” she whispers this and it comes out all strangled by her grief. The mouth’s all twisted in a frown and there is some great furrow in her brow as she resists the urge to reach for him all over again, notching her chin toward him in fractions.
And, because she cannot resist the pull, she glances down at the gaping wound. The blood leeching out of the wound with every beat of his heart. His blessed heart. It turns her stomach and her breath hitches when she meets his eye again.
“Will you die?” she asks, the voice shaky, just like the rest of her.
She swallows and blinks against the burning in her eyes. Magic won’t fix it. Is she a coward if she doesn’t try? She fixes her pleading stare to his face and tilts her fine head and drifts a little closer. He’d told her not to touch him, even if the voice had sounded so many thousands of miles away.
She drags in a shuddering breath and she searches his face. “Thorn,” she whispers this and it comes out all strangled by her grief. The mouth’s all twisted in a frown and there is some great furrow in her brow as she resists the urge to reach for him all over again, notching her chin toward him in fractions.
And, because she cannot resist the pull, she glances down at the gaping wound. The blood leeching out of the wound with every beat of his heart. His blessed heart. It turns her stomach and her breath hitches when she meets his eye again.
“Will you die?” she asks, the voice shaky, just like the rest of her.