32; action/voice

[nottanzanite]

Ahhhhngh!

[The journal falls open, catching a flash of forest and rainy evening sky. Zoisite's slumped against a tree, his umbrella clenched tightly in his hands.] It... hurts.

Need someone to... [His voice falters, then rises into a sharp scream. And then, all noise ceases. The blonde tumbles down

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[oda_hates_me]

[... Well. Suddenly those butterflies don't seem as amusing anymore]

[themoonuplifts]

[All she can do is scream before choking back a sob.]

Zoisite.