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Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The rain struck her like bullets. The wind howled like something alive, and Celes felt her hair whip around her face in thick, tangled cords. She was dripping wet. Her usual clothes (yellow jacket, tank top, string-strung pants) were soaked through down to her boots. Even standing on the side of the city streets, she felt like she might be swept away. Still, she gritted her teeth, straightened her back, and yelled.
”There’s no time! You have to evacuate!”
She stood in the doorway of a stubborn man -- a carpenter who flat out refused to heed King Hremit’s warning. ”It’s just a storm,” he said. ”What if there’s looting? I’m not going anywhere!”
She hated his small, watery eyes. She hated his pointed, shrew-like face. Behind him, a maybe six-year old child clutched at his thick, wood-cutting apron, staring at the blackened sky with wide eyes. Celes gave the man a hard look.
”You have to leave!” she said. Her voice was getting hoarse from yelling over the storm. ”It’s not safe here!”
The man looked offended then. He grabbed his leather cutting knife and stepped outside, closing the distance between them. The child shuffled after him, his father’s apron clutched tightly in his fist.
”You think I’m leaving everything just because someone like you tells me to?” Already, the man was soaked. His red face was shining wet, and she saw the individual droplets streaming down his nose. ”I know you! You’re that mercenary girl! Well you’re not going to threaten me! King Hremit’s a coward! Real men like me, we know what we’re talking about!”
”Are you stupid? The storm’s here! You see it! I see it! This is low ground!” She gestured violently behind her. The street was half homes on one side, half riverfront on the other. The waters swelled despite the king’s best efforts to quell it. A makeshift damn was the only thing keeping it from washing the whole street away. ”We don’t have time for this!”
She knew it was useless before he said anything. She knew that she should just leave him here or, if she really cared, grab her sword and make him listen. She knew that the evacuation was her job -- the one that Caius and Sabin had left her with because she knew healing magic and they didn’t -- and that they really didn’t have time. Still, she couldn’t help but stare at the man in utter disbelief as he grabbed his child’s hand and held it up, dragging him forward with a yelp.
”You see this!” He shook his child in front of her, spit flying from his lips. ”I’ve got a family! A business! What do you think your orders are going to do for that? You really expect me to leave everything just to satisfy-!”
She didn’t get the chance to hear who he thought he’d satisfy. At that moment, they were interrupted by a single, horrible crack.
Celes froze, horror dawning before she really understood what was happening. The crack was followed by a deep, creaking groan. Then there was a sound like an explosion and it was all over.
The dam had broken. Celes had time for only that thought before the water crashed into her with the force of a freight train. Celes grabbed desperately for a nearby lamp post, holding onto the slippery metal as she grounded her stance and grit her teeth and tried to bear it. It hurt. She couldn’t breathe, and in that moment, she thought it might be over. But it passed. Somehow it passed, and Celes was left gasping for air.
The man was yelling something she couldn’t hear. Her ears were still shot.
”Huh?” She was groggy. Half-drowned. The man had retreated back inside where he stood, eyes wide and still shouting. Then she caught a few words above the storm.
”...Ben-!...Gone-!...Help him!”
For a moment, Celes could only stare at him stupidly. Then it clicked. His son was no longer at his side.
She cursed.
”Stay there!” She ran down the street, puddles splashing, boots slipping. She ran with everything she had, hoping beyond hopes that the boy had somehow made it. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t lost and she might catch up to him after all. She didn’t have much hope. The water had crashed into them faster than she could ever run, but she had to try and as she sprinted as fast as her legs would take her, she finally spotted what she was looking for. A small head barely bobbing above the water.
The boy couldn’t cry for help. He could only grasp desperately at the legs of the dock that held him against the raging water. Relief flooded her and then indecision and then panic. All she had was blizzard, and if that didn’t break his grip then it would just as likely kill him first. She knew what she had to do, and filled her with so much dread that she was gasping all over again. But the boy needed help. And her body knew what to do even if her head was screaming.
She took her final running start and dove into the waves.
She lost her breath. The water pushed and pulled and dragged her under. She felt herself tumble and turn in the filthy water that shot up her nose and fouled her tongue. Sheer panic shot through her, heart fluttering, vision dark.
(the ocean rushing to meet her, hard salt, can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t-!)
Why wasn’t she kicking?
She did -- hard -- and thrust herself up with her arms. She resurfaced, gasping so hard that she swallowed water instead. She coughed, looking around frantically, and there it was. The dock rushing to meet her. She waded forward, keeping her head above the water, until she reached the boy. He looked like a drowned rat, small and matted with pale lips and wild eyes. She caught the dock and held fast, grasping at it the same as him.
Well this was perfect. But now what?
She looked around frantically until she saw it. The river bank was lower than the dock. It was cut into a kind of canal with a sheer drop into the water, but the river was flooding and it was only an arm’s length between the water and the street. She looked further down the river and saw a long-hanging willow tree planted along the river’s edge. Its branches hung into the raging river.
The plan formed itself. And with that, she grabbed the child, yanked him off the dock, and kicked herself into the swell.
They made it. Somehow they made it as she swam on her back, holding the boy in one arm and thrusting herself forward with the other. She grabbed for the branch, seizing it tight, but the water tugged and pulled on both of them, and she couldn’t steady herself. She did her best to keep the boy above water even as she was dunked again and again beneath it.
Was this how she would die? Really?
”Help!” She let out her strangled shouts with the last of her breath, wasting her sweet air in the drowning rain. ”Someone! Help!”
The heavy rain was buffeting the cobblestoned streets, thunder roared above, and lightning clawed across the sky illuminating up the city below. The was no moon, no stars – nothing but the dark of the thunderstorm raging above. Nyx could feel the force of it right through to his bones as he ran down the street, the howling wind pushing him further as he reached for the dagger at his thigh. With some effort to get his body to move through the heavy rain, he threw the dagger up to a nearby buildings roof. His mind was racing, why would anyone want to be out in this let alone stay in this part of town.
Nyx moved as quickly as he could, he warped from roof top to roof top, his feet never slowing his momentum as he continued to keep up against the weight of the rain. His eyes were looking around, scanning every part of the street – he needed to make sure that there was no one foolish enough to stay in this. Pausing for a moment he stopped to assess the riverfront, his face was mostly shielded by his hood, but it did little to stop the rain from soaking his glaive jacket. He still hadn’t given up on wearing his clothes from his ‘past life’ – something about it was comforting and it kept him grounded in an otherwise strange world.
His blue orbs assessed the threat, it wasn’t hard to work out that the storm was going to swallow up the riverfront street. “Tch.” It wasn’t that Nyx had been asked to come here, or help people to get to higher ground, it was just that Nyx could tell what was happening and he had quickly learnt that the people of Torensten were stubbornly resilient. Apparently, it was a city used to chaos so it was no surprise to him when he told a few residents to leave and they at first resisted. As Nyx readied himself to continue pushing through the heavy rain he heard the crashing sound before he saw it – the dam had given to the pressure of the river’s torrent and a wave of water came crashing through the street. Nyx had to brace himself, he jammed his blade into the roof he was on – the force of the water making the house under him creak and sway slightly. As the first wave of water rocked the house, Nyx didn’t hesitate to pull out his second dagger and threw it to a nearby building. The dagger lodged itself in the side of the three-storey home and Nyx pulled his first dagger up and warped over to the second. It was a graceful movement, a movement of skill and honed precision – something that would make any warp user envious or.
Nyx now hung from the side of the building; his feet firmly planted on the wall. From his new vantage point he could see a new danger; a woman had been washed down the street with the initial wave of water. “Tch.” He was about to launch himself after her but was stunned into a paused as the woman got herself up and ran further down to the dock. “You’re kidding me, right.” Nyx quickly scanned further up the street, he could see a man frantically holding onto his home and yelling. Nyx could only make out the words ‘help him’ as the wind had seemed to carry them down the street. Tearing his blue eyes from the man he begun to scan further ahead, watching the woman as she sprinted and then continuing his gaze past her. From where he was, he couldn’t make out what she had seen but he could assume that it must be the ‘him’ the frantic man was howling about.
Another wave of water rushed under Nyx, it woke him, and he threw his dagger. He was a mix of warp energy and kinetic as he raced over buildings, he hadn’t realised just how much distance the woman had put between her starting point and where she was now. He was about to reach her, one more warp and he’d have her, but instead he could finally see what she had been so feverously running towards. There up head was a boy clinging to the docks – Nyx would easily be able to warp to him, the warp out would prove more challenging, but it could be done. However, Nyx was about to have a bigger challenge on his hands. “Wait!” He tried to call out to the woman but she had dived into the water, not a moment of hesitation in her step, he had to admit she was stupid but he admired her determination to save the boy.
His thoughts of admiration were lost when he couldn’t see her surface, rather it was replaced with a mix of concern and frustration as he took his dagger and warped to try and get closer to both of them. Before he could, there was a loud crack and Nyx had to steady himself as lightning had hit a nearby streetlamp. The power of it shattered the magic crystal, the shear power of magic mixed with mother nature forced Nyx to get further away than he would have liked. He had to moved out of the magic debris a few houses down. By this point he had lost sight of the woman and the boy. He started to fear the worst but his years of intense training and being on the battlefield steeled him – he wasn’t about to give up on them.
By this point Nyx had moved towards the end of the street, the magic crystal sparking every few seconds provided him with light in an otherwise dark atmosphere. He pulled his hood back, rain hit his head, but he didn’t care – he needed to see clearly. There! He spotted them, grinning in relief – stubborn woman. He thought, though it was a thankful thought this time. His relief was replaced with determination, by the look of it her strength wouldn’t hold out for long and he needed to get to her. Nyx was close but not close enough and he could quickly assess that if he added his weight to that brunch, it wouldn’t hold them for long. Looking around he tried to see a place he could warp back out too, somewhere that the woman and the boy would be safe and not in danger of more water beating down on their bodies, and somewhere he could reach from the water.
Got it. There. He saw it, a building just a little further down the street. Judging by the wind, his dagger could be carried nicely over to it and he wouldn’t have to exert too much energy to get them there. Pulling his hood up, Nyx threw his dagger; the blade carried in the wind and landed with a heavy thud into the tree branch. It was an expertly executed throw, the placement of the dagger was flawless and gave no threat to splitting the branch. In an instant Nyx also threw his second dagger towards the target building then in a flash he warped to the branch.
Before one could admire the detail of the blade lodged in the tree, Nyx had materialised in a blinding light. It would have seemed like fireflies had suddenly surrounded the struggling pair, but these fireflies and strong arms and one of them wrapped around the woman holding the boy and pulled her in close. Locking her into place, Nyx hoped she still have enough strength to not let the boy go – it was a gamble, but he had to take it. “Let go!” He yelled and pulled them and his dagger, the force would have made her hand give if she hadn’t already let the branch go. Then, in the same way he came, Nyx warped to the second dagger that had wedged itself between two roofing tiles.
It would have felt like your body was being pulled in a million different ways as they warped and reappeared on the roof, rolling slightly as they hit the tiles. Nyx had taken the brunt of the landing, rolling so that the impact wouldn’t be felt for his ‘passengers’. He came to a stop on his back and looked down at the duo “You’re freaken crazy! You okay!?” He yelled against the pelting rain, half laughing that they had made it.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Hold on.
Celes gripped the branch with everything she had, one-handed, slipping. Hold on. She heard the booming thunder over the water in her ears. She tasted mud and river muck. She has half-drowned and running out of air. She felt light-headed. Her chest hurt.
(salt and dark water, above, below, a dry, dead haze, and she was fading, fading, fading-)
Then there was a brilliant flash of light.
She couldn’t make sense of it. Not at first and not in the moment after as she saw a figure form out of it and a rough hand grabbed her and thrust her into its grip. She gasped in surprise and took in a whole lungful of water, sputtering.
”Let go!” The voice echoed to her. A dream? Well, what did she have to lose?
She let go.
The water took her in an instant, but not as quickly as those strong, rough arms. Then there was that same flash of light, blinding this time and her stomach gave a familiar turn. It felt like she was being spun on her head. It felt like the ground had fallen away and she was falling in some too-bright void, and she gave a startled yelp through her coughing as she streaked through the sky. Then just as quickly as it had started, it stopped, and she felt her body hit something solid, coming to a rolling stop.
She was bruised. She was battered and soaked and could hardly breathe, but even as she choked on her last gasps of air, she managed to sputter the word, ”Caius?!”
Then she retched.
It was like she was drowning all over again, this time in reverse. She heaved up muddy water, her mouth flooding with it as it splashed onto the tile, seeping into her clothes. She was helpless on her hands and knees, vaguely aware of the fishy scent and the way it came up brown. It felt like death, but she kept retching until there was nothing left, and she was left weak and trembling. She rubbed bile from her lips with the back of her hand.
”C-Caius?” she asked, and she squinted through the shadows and the rain. It was Caius, she thought, tall and strong and dressed in his duster jacket. They’d done his warp, hadn’t they? But then she noticed the short, dark hair. This man had a different face. Even through the stringing rain, she could see that.
”Oh,” she said then lowered her head again. It was spinning. ”Where is he? The boy? Is he alright?” She felt sick all over again. If she’d lost him…
Nyx felt her body slip off his and she was on all fours vomiting, it was a typing response to warping and for once Nyx was actually happy that it was happening. He had also sat the boy up “Come on kid, let it out. All of it.” The boy was trying to hold it in, he was tired and exhausted but trying to be strong. Though when Nyx gave him a reassuring hand on his back, he seemed to feel comfortable with the permission to vomit. “That’s it, you got it.” It was like a torrent, a mix of what he had eaten for dinner, muck and river water. Nyx just held his shoulders, the kid looked young and very afraid – what kid wouldn’t be when you have a near death experience.
Nyx heard a familiar name and looked over to the woman, she seemed young but battle worn non the less. She didn’t have much more to say either as the muddy water came back up. He watched her for a moment the directed his gaze to his surroundings – the rain was still pelting down and he could sense the boy was teetering on the edge of shock. Nyx needed to get them out of the rain and get this kid somewhere warm. They were already a far way from what he assumed was the boy’s home, but it was clear to see his home wouldn’t be an option. By now the riverfront street was under a few feet of water, the bank having swelled with the sudden downpour and break in the dam.
The glaive’s attention was once again returned to the boy, it seemed he had gotten the murky water, and his dinner, of his system. Not that Nyx could see much of the remains because the rain had done a nice job of washing it away. However, what faced Nyx now was not exactly something he was keen on dealing with – the boy had started shaking, first his hands then his shoulders and finally his body. “Shit.” Nyx pulled him in close to his body, he was the type of red-blooded male that ran hot even when it was cold so he hoped that his body warm would comfort him. “It’s okay kid, breath. You are okay we got you.” The shaking boy looked up at Nyx’s deep blue eyes searching for some safe place in them “I got you, its okay.” He seemed to settled but the shaking was still there – it wasn’t that it was cold, there was still a humidity in the air but it was the shock.
Again, Nyx heard that name, he looked over to the woman – she was also trembling but seemed to be a bit more in control of herself. “I’m not Caius.” Nyx had his body shielding the boy so he wasn’t surprised that she had asked where the kid was. He turned to face her, move the boy how had wrapped his arms around Nyx, hold around his neck tightly as if his life depended on it. “He’s here, you saved his life.” Nyx was gentle with his words, he new what the woman must be feeling. “Can you walk?” Although he could emphasize with her, he needed to assess her ability to move through this night with him. Would he have to carry them both or would she be able to walk. Though, if he needed, he could always get her to hold the boy and he could carry them both – maybe that was the best way to go about this. He thought all of this as he watched her movements, they were sluggish, she was exhausted.
“We need to get him somewhere safe, he is going into shock.” Nyx made his way over to the woman, there was no need for introductions right now – that could wait. “Listen, hold him for me. I am going to get us out of the rain.” Nyx came closer to the woman so she could grab the boy. “I’m a friend of Caius, you can trust me.” He smiled at her, it was a reassuring smile. “Hold the boy and hold onto me, I’ll try not to warp unless we need to okay.”
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
”I’m not Caius.”
Really? She hadn’t guessed. She raised her head to see that he carried something in his arms. Her breath caught all over again. It was the boy. That same boy with the idiot father who’d tossed him around like a gambling chip. She stared at him.
’He’s here. You saved his life.’ Celes laughed in relief. It was weak. She was weak, but that flood gratitude was worth it. She thanked the world, her instincts, and the sheer luck of it all that this man would stumble across them in the middle of a hurricane. She’d saved a life. That was something.
”I’m okay,” Celes said. She forced herself to her feet and swayed as her vision darkened and her head spun. Could she walk? Really? It didn’t matter because she was going to -- no matter how she wanted to curl up on the roof tiles and press her head into her knees. She didn’t have time for that.
”I can heal him.” She still had her magic. Even if she wouldn’t be running any races, she still had that. ”If he needs it. A cure spell…” She couldn’t think straight. Damn it.
She took the boy and held him weakly in her arms. He wasn’t heavy, exactly, but with the adrenaline wearing off, he felt like a boulder. The boy was trembling terribly. Celes tried her best to press him against her, muttering, ”It’s okay. Sh. It’s okay.”
Was that how she was supposed to comfort a child? She had no idea.
”You can warp if you want to,” Celes said. She grabbed onto him and was surprised by how good it felt, leaning into someone like that. For a moment, she closed her eyes and just breathed. If she was still enough, maybe her ears would stop ringing. ”I’ve done it with Caius before. I know how it works.”
A friend of Caius? Well, that made sense. She wondered if he’d finally found someone he knew from before -- in that terrible, dark world that he sometimes spoke of. She hoped so.
”Well. Lead the way.” She gave him a wry smile. ”I don’t think I’ll be much good anymore.”
Nyx waited for the woman to move, the boy still had his arms tightly locked around Nyx’s neck and he had started to sob. It was clear that he was trying to be strong, he guessed it must have been something his father taught him to do. Don’t cry in front of anyone, boy. The image of a bumbling man who lacked any real strength towering over this boy appeared in his mind – he had only caught a glimpse of the boy’s father but it was enough to assess that he probably treated his son harshly to compensate for his own lack of strength. “It’s okay.” Nyx tried his best to sooth the child. “You can cry, I won’t tell anyone.” It seemed that was all the confirmation he needed to let the tears freely flow. He had now buried his head into Nyx’s chest and Nyx gave him a reassuring hug.
He had caught the woman’s 'okay'. It was one of those ‘okays’ where the person was anything but, but they didn’t want to show weakness – it is an admirable quality sure, but it is a stupid one. Nyx frowned at her, his hood hiding his eyes as he watched her sway. She reminded him of Luna, that stubborn determination to do the right thing and to help those in need even if it meant harm to yourself. Nyx shook his head and sighed as she unsteadily made her way closer to him. He could only smile, just his luck to meet someone like that here, and to be saving her too, of all things. “I think the healing can wait.” He could tell that casting magic right now would probably do more harm than good.
As the woman reached for the boy, Nyx had to help to untangle his fingers from his jacket. “It’s okay, she won’t tell anyone either.” He was referring to the child’s tears, helping him to understand that he was safe, and it was okay to cry here. He let Nyx go, the feeling of warmth leaving along with him that the boy shivered again. It seemed that his shaking had slowed, and he was starting to get in control of his body, but he was still cold and exhausted. They weren’t out of the woods, with either of them yet, but as the woman’s arms came around the boy he seemed to relax. Her words helping, Nyx couldn’t help but wonder if the kid had a mother.
With the boy safely in the woman’s arms, Nyx quickly looked around. It was obvious that he would have to warp them off the roof, that was the best option for them but – Before he could finish his thought the had been given consent to warp, followed by trembling fingers reaching out for him. Nyx didn’t hesitate to meet her touch, pulling her body it his. It would have felt like someone had turned on the heat, like you were a cat sitting in front of a warm fireplace. Nyx had been told once that hugging him felt like home – he had wondered what the person had meant by it... he never got to ask them.
He noticed how they both leaned into him “Tch.” He smiled; he knew he was going to be sore tomorrow after what he would have to do tonight to get them both to safety – there was no way she was walking. “Hold on.” That gentle voice echoing in her ear once more as he moved to stand. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist, effectively supporting her entirely – something Nyx noted was that she was rather light, between her and the boy they had nothing on warping his old friend Libertus.
With that thought he threw his dagger to the next rooftop, working his way back to the inner levels of the city, back to higher ground and closer the boy’s home. Was he going to stop there? No. It was more that he needed to be sure his father had moved on and he didn’t have someone else to come back for. Keeping them close, every now and then he would adjust them at his side, pull her in tighter when their landing looked to be rough or shielding them from the heavy rain so their eyes didn't sting with water. He had already decided that he would take her back to the guild house, if she knew Caius then maybe that was where she was staying. As for the boy, it was the best place for him to stay while they looked for his father.
Post by Celes Chere on Oct 12, 2020 7:13:49 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@zara
Lol Celes why you be like this?
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
The man smiled. Even if he seemed tough, he smiled, and she saw how good he was with the boy. Better than she was at any rate as she held him like a sack of potatoes and did her best to shush him as he continued to shiver. It couldn’t have been hypothermia. Even in this weather, the tropical heat was stifling. Shock maybe? Had he gone too long without air?
She felt an arm snake around her waist and froze. Oh. That was all she thought. Oh. She felt dizzy again and uncomfortable and far too close to someone pulling her even closer. She felt her weight fall away as he supported her in a single, overwhelmingly strong arm. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh no.
She barely had time for the dread to kick in before it was happening. She was blinded by light and then her stomach fell away and she was tumbling through space, shooting far too fast for her head to catch up and his arm was around her, pinning her in place as she felt that same bile rise in her throat if there was any left. Then it happened again and again as the flashes stunned her like a strobe light and that bile rose stronger.
Stop, stop, stop! It was painful now and her stomach was definitely not empty. What happened if she puked in midair? Would it rain on the ground? Splatter on all of them. No more!
She gasped hard air, swallowing the incoming rain as she sucked it in like a fish. ”Are we...almost...there?”
Oh god, she was pitiful. Still, with everything she’d been through, she thought she wouldn’t care until morning. No matter how muddy and wet and weak she was, looking like a helpless damsel in his arms. Just some woman in distress too stupid not to jump headfirst into a death trap without a plan. Just another victim to stop and save and add to a hero’s tally board.
Nyx knew he was pushing it with his two passengers, warping wasn’t for everyone and he could tell that it definitely wasn’t for the woman. They boy, well after each warp he seemed to sink further into Nyx and the woman. It was like he was finding comfort in them – this really made Nyx soften towards him. It was obvious that the boy’s father wasn’t as affectionate with him, maybe after tonight though that would change. Nearly losing someone changes a man, Nyx knew firsthand what it was like.
They had finally reached where the boy lived, it seemed his father had heeded the advice and moved further up the road to higher ground. He could just make out the blurry shape of him as he frantically waited for the woman who dove after his son to return. He was going to be in for a surprise, Nyx was going to give the man a piece of his mind when he reached him. Instinctively he pulled both his passengers in close to him, his body heat would have been a comfort to them, even in this humidity.“Almost” But he wasn’t trying to offer warmth, it was more a protective grip as he did one final warp towards the panicked father.
“My boy!” The man didn’t even flinch at Nyx’s sudden arrival. It didn’t matter to him who brought the boy back, just that he was back. Nyx however had other plans, he watched with dark eyes as the father had taken the boy with haste from the woman. “What do you think you were doing?” Nyx’s words were sharp, pointed, dangerously dark. He had said it in such an even tone that the father was suddenly gripped into the words and stuttering in response. “What is more important to you, your shop or you son, our own flesh and blood?” The man was stumbling, the rain hitting his face as he tried to cover it in his son’s hair. “I-I.. wasn’t thinking. I didn’t… we are so used to storms here…” Nyx wasn’t having a bar of it “Who?” he repeated, his eyes fixed on the man as he cowered away from Nyx’s gaze. “My son! My son is the most important thing to me! I can’t lose him, not like I lost his mother.” And there it was, Nyx caught sight of the boy looking up at his father. It was a sweet moment to see – it was like for the first time his father had seen him. Now Nyx understood – this man was tormented by grief and he took it out on his boy. “Then treasure him.” The tone in Nyx’s voice relaxed and the man, who was now weeping, thanked both him and the woman in his arms. “Thank you, thank you so much. I… I am so sorry I put you through this.” The second part was to the woman, he had suddenly taking in her form and noted that she wasn’t as well off. “Please…” He said after a moment. “Forgive me.” With his last words he hurried off, cuddling his boy close to him to protect him from the rain.
Nyx let out a sigh, “Let’s hope he has learnt his lesson. They both owe you their lives.” Nyx smiled down at the woman. “Come on then.” he had shifted his weight having noticed the woman was slowly starting to drift – he could tell she was nauseous just by feeling her body weight in against his.
As gently as he could, Nyx moved his free arm and scooped her up softly “No more warping, promise.” He spoke softly to her, yes, his voice always had that roughly around the edges tone, but he tried to be gently for her, she had been through a lot. He began to walk with her in his arms; her body closely pressed against his chest. By now the rain had started to settle just enough that Nyx didn’t have to fight the water to walk through the street.
Post by Celes Chere on Oct 28, 2020 10:21:58 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@zara
Oh god he tried to carry her. RIP Nyx
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Celes gasped for breath, unsteady on her feet as the world spun around her. Caius had never warped them so much. It was terrible circumstances, she knew, but still she felt a swell of appreciation for Caius at the thought. Apparently, a kingsglaive was just as comfortable defying the laws of space as walking. It really was sweet that Caius tried not to with her.
It seemed he’d brought them right back where she’d started. How she knew where the boy lived was beyond her, but she wasn’t complaining. The kingsglaive was already giving the idiot man an earful, and Celes did her best to look steady behind him. She wanted to keep her back straight and her eyes sharp as she gave him a piece of her mind. She wanted to, but she found the effort to be too much when she was still swaying on her feet.
The much larger soldier intimidated the carpenter, that much was obvious. It was enough to make Celes want to roll her eyes. Of course he’d listen to a man. Or if not a man then this man in specific. If he’d just listened to her then none of this would have happened in the first place.
’I’m so sorry to have put you through this?’ That apology was directed at the wrong person.
”Of course you’re sorry,” Celes snapped. He was sorry for himself. Now the big, strong family man had been reduced to a whimpering worm. ”You were wrong, weren’t you?”
Celes was not in the best of moods.
”They both owe you their lives.”
Celes looked up at the soldier. He was smiling at her, and that made it hard to keep scowling. She sighed. ”Right.” It wasn’t his fault, really. As long as the idiot got out alive, it didn’t matter who he thanked. ”It’s been a rough day.”
He shifted his weight and shifted her around with him. After a moment, he grabbed a hold of her back and her knees were lifted as she was scooped into her arms. ”Wha-?” She was so caught by surprise that for a moment she could only blink at him. Then her voice came back to her and she shot him a sharp look. ”Hey!” She pushed against his chest, trying to break free.
”I can still walk! And have you ever heard of asking?”
