[ it's certainly a cold day in hells when alisaie is too sick, too weary to be concerned with her pride. what little energy she has must be devoted to moving, to breathing, to maintaining consciousness and finding a smile for him, and it's a hard truth but one she is coming to accept now, after a hard month, a month that has grown more and more difficult with each passing day. she's worn down. she's tired in ways she could never have thought possible. so she asks for help because she must, even if the look in his clear eyes is breaking her heart. ]
I think so.
[ she'd managed to stumble in here on her own, after all, difficult though it was. so she will have to manage again. the momentary pain will at least be preferable to sleeping in her own sweat and blood.
it takes a great deal of effort to stand and her joints rail in protest, pain like white-hot knives sinking into her bones. it makes her breathless, and she's pale as ash by the time she's on her feet, every exhale a sharp, agonized rattle. it feels as if she's falling apart slowly, pieces of her chipped away over weeks, her body and mind deteriorating and she is too exhausted even to be afraid anymore. there is nothing more that could possibly be worse than this, they are already living in the future they had been terrified for, what is left to be frightened of?
with her hands clasped to prompto's shoulders for support, alisaie wavers where she stands until her head stops spinning and the pain settles again, though she knows each step forward will be a study of torment, there's little enough to be done for it. ]
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I think so.
[ she'd managed to stumble in here on her own, after all, difficult though it was. so she will have to manage again. the momentary pain will at least be preferable to sleeping in her own sweat and blood.
it takes a great deal of effort to stand and her joints rail in protest, pain like white-hot knives sinking into her bones. it makes her breathless, and she's pale as ash by the time she's on her feet, every exhale a sharp, agonized rattle. it feels as if she's falling apart slowly, pieces of her chipped away over weeks, her body and mind deteriorating and she is too exhausted even to be afraid anymore. there is nothing more that could possibly be worse than this, they are already living in the future they had been terrified for, what is left to be frightened of?
with her hands clasped to prompto's shoulders for support, alisaie wavers where she stands until her head stops spinning and the pain settles again, though she knows each step forward will be a study of torment, there's little enough to be done for it. ]