[ Burning Bridges ] [ locked to Maria ]

[neverredhanded]

The cumbersome hotel room door swings open and slams against the wall as two figures cross the threshold. At first glance, the two might look like a happy newlywed couple or a pair of passionate lovers stumbling in to draw the night to an end, but neither could be considered so fortunate. The smaller is trembling in the arms of the more

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[piena_di_grazia]

She curls on her side as soon as he lets go, arms wrapped around her knees as the tremors shake her small frame. The cold has gone away, replaced with a rising flush on her pale skin that heralds the arrival of fever.

"N-not so good." she whispers, eyes closed. The heat is spreading from her chest outward, making her entire body hot to the touch. She whimpers quietly, muscles tight with pain and fear.

[neverredhanded]

He sinks down to a knee at the bedside, not wanting to tear down the already thin veil of privacy she has left by clambering into the bed beside her. His brow lowers to dampen the glow his eyes give off, a nervous, flighty flicker now as he observes her trembling. The spreading heat he can feel as it washes over her pale flesh.

"You're hot, Maria."

His mind buzzes under he attempts to rearrange all the thoughts. She needs him. That's the most important thing. Someone needs him.

[piena_di_grazia]

She manages a bit of a smirk, despite the fiery ache settling in her joints. Apparently she's not as far gone as all that. "N-not so b-bad...yourself."

The hint of amusement is replaced by clenched teeth and a grimace of pain as a sudden spasm wracks her body, every muscle clenching at once. A few tears slip out of the corners of her eyes, and her hands grasp the blanket as though it were a lifeline.

She's not screaming yet, but who knows how long that will last.

[neverredhanded]

He forces himself to laugh at that, keeping himself hushed as he slips a hand through the sheets and down to hers. Anything to make sure she doesn't feel alone. "Yeah? Once you get out of bed, call it a date." He squeezes her hand softly and narrows his eyes, watching her sieze up and shed a few silent tears. It's enough to tie his stomach in a knot.

[neverredhanded]

Let open the floodgates of her mind and heart, slightly at first. Fear and pain being the most familiar demons, he pays them no mind and owes them to the broken soul within. The anger, however, eases onto his back. Like an itch between the shoulder blades, an irritation that can't be helped, the feeling strikes him with a twitch between his brows. He shakes his head and does his best to will it away, but with time it grows stronger and clouds his vision of the helpless girl lying in his grasp. Clinging to his hand as if he were an angel to deliver her back to health. Back to life.

[piena_di_grazia]

It hurts, oh god it hurts there's too much make it stop make it stop please make it stop. The emotions pouring out of her nearly double when she gets the reflection of anger from Mori, and she screams, a raw, harsh sound, full of grief and pain and rage. Grief at the life that was taken from her, pain at the life she is living, rage at the monsters who put her there.

The scream is cut off in her throat suddenly as she jerks, seizing without thrashing now. Every muscle in her body is locked tight, the hand around Mori's clenched like a vise as her other curls into a stiff claw.

[neverredhanded]

Catalyst to the generally low, tended flames, her empathy is. His sober mind strains against the emotianal ambush but is opposed by his heart. His shoulders set to smoldering, clothes smoking and adjusting against him and the wavering heat. The hand clenched around his own falls victim to an intense heat, not so extreme as to burn her, but far beyond any level of human comfort. A thin veil falls between them as he lowers his head, furthering the distance from behind his already diminishing visibility. Like the walls are closing in, his field of vision narrows, black on both sides.

[piena_di_grazia]

One more faint whimper as she trembles in the grip of the seizure, and just like that it's over. She collapses, limp, barely breathing as the fever breaks. Sweat beads up all over her unconscious form, an acrid, bitter smell rising as the poison in her body is purged. Her hand lies still in his grasp, somehow smaller thinner than it was just a short while ago. The violent emotions rolling off her mind cut off suddenly, almost as if they were never there at all.