“…As Caity fell from Oagal’s grasp, Drust caught her and cradled her in her arms before she hit the ground. With one hand supporting her head and the other wrapped tightly around her waist, Drust hovered over Caity in a desperate attempt to protect her from further harm. Drust was shaking; her body mimicked tears as the tar welled in her eyes and streamed down her face, matching in black the blood that seeped from Cait’s mouth and neck. She couldn’t speak and only short gasps and sickening gargles emerged from her lips. Over and over again Drust repeated how sorry she was, how she had failed her and Chrisi as well, and how such a terrible end should never have been in her fate, how she should have been able to save her. Drust sputtered this through hiccups and choked words, softly stroking Cait’s hair to provide what little comfort she could muster.
With her diminishing strength, Cait put her hand on Drust’s and placed both on her heart, smiling weakly. It was a gesture she had done many times before – every time she had gotten injured when she was younger, or incredibly sick, Drust would always worry over her constantly and ask her if she was okay. In response, she would take her little hand in her and place it on her heart, answering with a goofy smile “It’s still beating isn’t it? Then I’m fine!” They’d laugh and Drust would be satisfied with that, her worrying was satiated for a little bit.
She wanted to tell Drust she was fine, even though her heartbeat was frantic, pumping the blood through her veins and out her wounds at a lightning-quick pace. She wanted to tell Drust not to worry, that it wasn’t her fault, that she felt no hate towards her, but all that came out were quivering gasps, inhales, and coughing. The gesture she had done tore greatly at Drust’s heart and she pulled her into a tighter embrace. Ducking Her head low, in a whisper only Cait could hear, she slowly sang the lullaby they had made up when she was younger, a story of a little baby bird who grew up to be a beautiful raven. As she finished the short tune she heard her emit what sounded like a small, glad, hiccup of a laugh between the chokes and coughs, trying her best to return the strength of the hug.
There Drust stayed at her side until her grip fell limp and both of their shaking stopped.”
brb just gonna, you know. not be able to finish writing this and cry into a bowl of ice cream or something i dont know.
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