the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
trap [m]
POSTED ON Jun 11, 2019 17:41:17 GMT
[attr="class","freypost"]they are alone in the room as the flames spurt from lyune's maw. freya's hair blows over her shoulder, heat turning her cheeks red. she watches as the flames encircle the woman's body. her screams are far away; she can barely hear them over the fire hissing from behind lyune's teeth.
but she watches as skin bubbles and crusts, falls way to ash. blood hisses and bones start to pop, crackle, shift in place. the woman is long-dead now, but still freya holds her hand on lyune's cheek. still she urges him on. and then her fingers curl. tears well in her eyes and she woozily steps back, twists on her heel and doubles over.
moxie's tail slings around her arm in a desperate attempt to not fall as freya vomits. her ears are ringing and she can't see and all she can taste in her mouth is bile, is blood. puke speckled red, red, red, she lurches away, hand to her mouth, comes face to face with the grunt still wrapped in seviper's clutches.
'you crazy bitch. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck--' he babbles, keeps looking past her to her dragon.
lyune lifts his head, licks his lips, and moves slowly towards freya. the man screeches and the dragon pauses, looking at his trainer. she doesn't respond.
i killed a man.
moxie makes another noise and freya looks down at her. her expression hardens again and she glares down at the grunt. "i should burn you for what you've done," she says and he shudders violently.
gently, she says, "but i won't. blood has been paid for what's been done to me." she kneels down beside him, brushes a lock of hair from his sallow face. he's young.
"but know this--a reckoning will come for everyone who continues to stand by rocket. blood will have blood." he looks past her, at the red-stained ashen spot on the ground, and nods--out of fear, out of acceptance, she doesn't know.
she stands, feeling dizzy. lyune dips his head under her arm, steps forward, urges her on his back. she weakly climbs on and hugs his neck, eyes half-closed and distant. he walks her by the woman's remains so that she might grab her necklace.
and then he leaps gracefully through the window alexander's chesnaught had broken. the rest of his pokemon disengage and follow them. lyune glides lowly over the complex, searching for alexander. they find him among a group of subdued rocket members. freya lifts herself weakly and looks down at him.
"thank you," she says. she blinks, frowns, and grabs one of the balls from her necklace. calcifer's opens, empty. she looks up sharply at alexander, sudden anxiety nearly threatening to overwhelm her, when she hears unsteady wingbeats behind her.
she turns to see a charizard approaching clumsily on unsteady wings. he lands in a stagger, breathing hard, looking annoyed at alexander. despite herself, despite everything, freya laughs--it's nervous and hoarse--but her expression goes gray when calcifer's does.
she sees his guilt.
"you made it here. and you're safe. that's all that matters to me. thank you for finding us."
she doesn't have anymore words for alex. she's confused, hurt, bloodied. her wrists are still bleeding from the ties. "moxie needs medical attention. i need to go." she hesitates, looks at alex, and then presses a hand to lyune's shoulder blade.
the dragon unfurls his wings and leaps into the air; they snap back down powerfully and he climbs quickly, leaving her partner and their wreckage behind.
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