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come_sailaway2022-10-30 09:40 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-30 09:40 am
Do you think that there’s a way I could ever get too far?
CHARACTERS: Darcy and superfriends
DATE: Nov 1
LOCATION: Darcy’s cabin, sports deck.
SITUATION: Darcy reviving, and a memorial for the ghosts.
WARNINGS: Aftermath of Halloween event, so references to blood/violence/etc
The last thing she remembers is the fall. Darcy wakes up in bed, in her dented armour, with dried blood spattered all the way down her front. No Calcite. Fuck. She’s got to-
No pain. She’s been healed. A glance down at her hands reveals that the ‘Hold Fast’ Izzy had tapped into her knuckles is gone, as are the curling lines over her veins where the gauntlet had burned into her.
…
No time for feeling sorry for herself. She extracts herself from her armour and showers for… honestly an hour. It’s not like she has to worry about a water bill. Every now and again the memory of her hand inside Natsuno and around Fio’s neck flashes back into her mind, and she scrubs harder, until her now-unadorned hands are red and raw. It doesn’t help.
Eventually she drags herself back into her room, gets into her pyjamas- because she’s not going fucking anywhere- and fires off texts to basically everyone whose number she has.
That night, as she’d planned before everything went to hell, she makes her way up to the sports deck. Finds a quiet corner, sets up a sheet and a pillow on the ground. Whatever paper flowers she’s managed to scrounge go on it- as does some bread and bottles of water. Some perfume, a couple of candles she’d saved from the Spirit Halloween… it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. She sits at the foot of the bed and tries her best to remember what she’d written down.
“Dead of this ship. There are too many of you to name and honour individually. I’ve laid out this grave for you to rest in tonight, for all of you. Receive these offerings; if you hear this, it’s for you. I’m… sorry we can’t do more right now. Believe me that we are fighting for you. And… I’m sorry it turned out like this.”
Darcy will hold vigil here all night, until the sun comes up.
DATE: Nov 1
LOCATION: Darcy’s cabin, sports deck.
SITUATION: Darcy reviving, and a memorial for the ghosts.
WARNINGS: Aftermath of Halloween event, so references to blood/violence/etc
come visit me in the back of an ambulance
The last thing she remembers is the fall. Darcy wakes up in bed, in her dented armour, with dried blood spattered all the way down her front. No Calcite. Fuck. She’s got to-
No pain. She’s been healed. A glance down at her hands reveals that the ‘Hold Fast’ Izzy had tapped into her knuckles is gone, as are the curling lines over her veins where the gauntlet had burned into her.
…
No time for feeling sorry for herself. She extracts herself from her armour and showers for… honestly an hour. It’s not like she has to worry about a water bill. Every now and again the memory of her hand inside Natsuno and around Fio’s neck flashes back into her mind, and she scrubs harder, until her now-unadorned hands are red and raw. It doesn’t help.
Eventually she drags herself back into her room, gets into her pyjamas- because she’s not going fucking anywhere- and fires off texts to basically everyone whose number she has.
you okay?A saline communion that I held like a séance
That night, as she’d planned before everything went to hell, she makes her way up to the sports deck. Finds a quiet corner, sets up a sheet and a pillow on the ground. Whatever paper flowers she’s managed to scrounge go on it- as does some bread and bottles of water. Some perfume, a couple of candles she’d saved from the Spirit Halloween… it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. She sits at the foot of the bed and tries her best to remember what she’d written down.
“Dead of this ship. There are too many of you to name and honour individually. I’ve laid out this grave for you to rest in tonight, for all of you. Receive these offerings; if you hear this, it’s for you. I’m… sorry we can’t do more right now. Believe me that we are fighting for you. And… I’m sorry it turned out like this.”
Darcy will hold vigil here all night, until the sun comes up.