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lostnetwork2012-08-18 11:51 am
whomheloved) wrote in lostnetwork2012-08-18 11:51 am
A cry for help
[Fingertips leave red smears across the mirror as they fumble to use it, and when the feed comes on a broken, wracking sob can be heard, obviously coming from the head bent and half-hidden by a mane of dark hair, green tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to talk.]
W-work, please, you have to...
[And as soon as she realizes it's on she places it down none too gently, her blood-stained hands immediately returning to the head cradled on her lap.]
[The man in her lap is awash in bright red blood, seeping from gashes that littered what little of him can be seen from the angle of the mirror. His breathing is pained and ragged, dark lips parched and dry pulled into a grimace around sharp teeth, and as Di holds him a faint rustling of chains can be heard.]
Help, someone, anyone, I don't...I don't know how much longer he can last like this. [She bends her head until their foreheads touch, unmindful of the blood, her voice beyond distraught.] How could they...hold on, love, please, stay with me...
W-work, please, you have to...
[And as soon as she realizes it's on she places it down none too gently, her blood-stained hands immediately returning to the head cradled on her lap.]
[The man in her lap is awash in bright red blood, seeping from gashes that littered what little of him can be seen from the angle of the mirror. His breathing is pained and ragged, dark lips parched and dry pulled into a grimace around sharp teeth, and as Di holds him a faint rustling of chains can be heard.]
Help, someone, anyone, I don't...I don't know how much longer he can last like this. [She bends her head until their foreheads touch, unmindful of the blood, her voice beyond distraught.] How could they...hold on, love, please, stay with me...