PRIDE BEFORE A FALL | Closed.

[limier]

WHO: Lakshmi + Coupe, Kitty, Gwenaelle, Helena, Iorveth, Marcoulf, Merrill, Solas.
WHAT: Fade cannonball
WHEN: You can't make me date you
WHERE: The Free Marches
NOTES: OOC Post, Discussion plurk.

This is routine.

A rift, high above the ruins of the Hammer’s Edge Bridge. It cuts into the sky, green and pulsing as a wound to spit out spirits like misery. This is routine — but the position is precarious, so near to a cliff ledge. Watch your footing, a fall promises only sharp rocks and water below.

The task is straightforward: Close the tear, or provide a diversion for the Rifters doing so. Keep yourself alive, and keep your hand to the task, no matter how it aches. When respite comes, it’s a matter of seconds: The Rift stabilizes, and,

And Lakshmi breaks from the group. Moving fast (too considered for the pace, every demon dodged, never a misstep on the odd root or rock) as she sprints for the edge. Maybe you tried to grab her, stop her, stop someone else from grabbing her.

She launches herself legs out, flatly determined in her aim —

Maybe it’s only that like it or not, she’s going through that rift. Maybe it’s that there’s no good reason not to join her. Maybe it’s that everyone else is jumping too.

Routine, right?

 

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helena pt 2 | cw for self harm / blood / scarification / ref past abuse and murder

[strangel]

She found razors in the nursery, and the reminded her of when home was a dark room with a cage and refuse scattered around it. The location might change, but it had been a lesson in resilience. She could be strong wherever she was.

Helena sits on the floor, legs crossed, and turns one of the razors over in her hands. They reflect yellow green light of this place, which reminds her of poorly lit rooms and being shoved out into bright light. Tomas' voice, quiet and filled with false kindness, rings in her head. Go on, child. Destroy the demons.

At home, she was told demons crawled the earth. Filthy copies, corruptions of God's own creation. And now she is here, in the Fade, a home of demons and the place of first corruption, some are saying. Her sisters are not here, they are not here, they are not here and this is perhaps a shape of hell.

She peels off the cotton shirt she was wearing, stained with travel and battle, dirt and dust and demon ichor. On her bare skin are carved in marks, years of scars that spread in the shape of angelic wings. She failed Sarah and Cosima, and must repent. Had abandoned them. And for all the sestras that she has killed, beyond her knowing, for that she must repent as well. She shot the Queen Lady, horrified Kitty, and for that she must repent. (The girl, Grace, had called her a monster, and when she tried to suffocate Helena, had begged her to leave them alone.)

The razor digs in at her shoulder, and carves through her skin. A rasp of breath, relieved and agonising, before she reaches for the next cut, and blood rolls down her back.

Repent, and be cleansed. Repent, and the light will find you. (What was she now, if she was not the Light?)