A meme/musebox journal. ([personal profile] amuse_box) wrote2012-04-18 03:56 pm
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Die for Me meme

 THE DIE FOR ME! MEME



- post with your characters (no, it doesn't have to be one per comment)
- the character that responds has just taken a mortal blow for your character
- play out the horrifically heart-shattering aftermath
- prepare your tissues for ULTIMATE CRIES
 
borrowed from here at [community profile] towerofjamjars 
pillowtalks: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] pillowtalks 2012-04-19 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ah...chérie...

[ a wry smile manages to lift his lips as he lays on the ground, red staining that pretty hakama of his. it's weird, how now that Yami is gone, he feels like things will be alright.

it was too bad that he couldn't see things through to their proper end, though. ]
resolvere: (Prayed for sunrise.)

[personal profile] resolvere 2012-04-19 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't matter that now he feels things will be all right. Things that aren't him are the furthest thing from her mind right now.

She has to assess the situation very very quickly. She can't just flip him up and on her back like she would with anyone else, they're too high up for her to get to the ground quickly and...then what would she do? She knew very little of the Oina tribe, what if they didn't have the medicines needed, whatever they were?

The wolf beside him whimpers, snout going to lick one wound before nose picks up another, and snout moves again. His golden hair finally revealed, only to have smears of blood coagulating on several thick clumps.

Waka, Waka...you will be fine. I will see to it. Can you stand?
]
pillowtalks: (reset)

[personal profile] pillowtalks 2012-04-23 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
I can't...move anymore, chérie... this is finally it.

[ his voice is a soft rasp, completely unlike his usual boisterous, cheerful self. he tries to flex his fingers by his side, wanting to touch her fur. ]
resolvere: (She became the past to save the future.)

[personal profile] resolvere 2012-04-23 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She moves behind him, pushing against him to try and help him sit up. She knows...but, no, she has to try. If she can get him to sit up, she can find a way to help him get off the Ark...or whatever it is that now passes for it. She can do that. She's a god, she can do that easily!

No, no, do not speak that way. I will get you to safety. Tuskle and Kemu of the Oina may be able to help you. I will not let you die as well, I will not!

And even though he didn't speak his wish to touch her fur, her tail comes around to brush against his fingers as she slowly tries to ease him to a sit, her large body being more of a pillow now than a backing.
]