Her breath is shallow, her skin clammy, cold to the touch, and she doesn't react to her name, to his voice, and when he shifts her body slides, unresponsive. There is the faintest tinge of blue to her lips and the beds of her fingernails. She is Antedan and losing Six is as physically devastating as it is emotionally, as it ought to be when one's Anchor is gone. Perhaps the most terrible thing is that without him her body interprets his loss much like a Prowler death. It throws her into immediate and profound shock, much like she's just had a severe blow to her central nervous system. There's no blood, just complete system shock. Where he had been her buffer against Eth loss, there was nothing there, and the gaping hole where he'd made a home is wide again. Eth would have softened the blow, just as he'd done the moment they'd met, but Eth isn't here and neither is he. Unlike the coma he'd been in, he was gone.
Braxiatel calls her name but she doesn't stir, and the white of her hair falls forward as she lets a thin, shallow breath out and goes still.]
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Date: 2014-05-01 11:26 pm (UTC)Quieter.
Her breath is shallow, her skin clammy, cold to the touch, and she doesn't react to her name, to his voice, and when he shifts her body slides, unresponsive. There is the faintest tinge of blue to her lips and the beds of her fingernails. She is Antedan and losing Six is as physically devastating as it is emotionally, as it ought to be when one's Anchor is gone. Perhaps the most terrible thing is that without him her body interprets his loss much like a Prowler death. It throws her into immediate and profound shock, much like she's just had a severe blow to her central nervous system. There's no blood, just complete system shock. Where he had been her buffer against Eth loss, there was nothing there, and the gaping hole where he'd made a home is wide again. Eth would have softened the blow, just as he'd done the moment they'd met, but Eth isn't here and neither is he. Unlike the coma he'd been in, he was gone.
Braxiatel calls her name but she doesn't stir, and the white of her hair falls forward as she lets a thin, shallow breath out and goes still.]