"Who?—what?" She chokes, heaving and shuddering on something in her throat. It wo'n't come up—she spits out a glob of golden fluid that spatters on the stone, and gasps in whistling breaths.
"I'm sorry," she wheezes. "I'm... hurt. I am hurt. I am pain. I don't remember who, but look at me, look..."
As if of their own accord, the heavy golden feathers unfurl from her arms and back, bristling straight up from her skin, a shining corona around her. The force of them lifts her arms slightly from her sides. Their roots in her skin have swollen up like sores, many of them bleeding.
"Why would you ask that, metal and soul?" she asks him. "It's too late, I've already been born, and you—" her eyes focus on his hand, his clenched fingers— "you have the reason for my existence in your heart already."
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Date: 2017-11-25 10:23 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," she wheezes. "I'm... hurt. I am hurt. I am pain. I don't remember who, but look at me, look..."
As if of their own accord, the heavy golden feathers unfurl from her arms and back, bristling straight up from her skin, a shining corona around her. The force of them lifts her arms slightly from her sides. Their roots in her skin have swollen up like sores, many of them bleeding.
"Why would you ask that, metal and soul?" she asks him. "It's too late, I've already been born, and you—" her eyes focus on his hand, his clenched fingers— "you have the reason for my existence in your heart already."