Fingers Slipping Off The Edge
Title: Fingers Slipping Off The Edge
Rating: T (mention of blood, self neglect, and other)
Media: fic
Characters: OC
Word Count: 300 (without title)Prompt: Dots
Summary: She is on the last steps towards her life goal. But to reach it, she has stepped into a place she might not leave again.
Other: Situated in the same verse as this story.
Next row.
Golden dots dance on the map. They burn in Mira’s eyes as she scribbles down her notes, almost feverish as she checks each position.
The Ryugu Kingdom has sealed its borders.
The Sea Forest, she notes down. Her fingertip traces the connection line.
Shandora has fallen.
The Golden City.
Sweats runs down her face - it will soon add to the stink that wafts around her.
Alabasta has declared war against us.
The Royal tombs.
Nefertari’s face, usually that sun-warm brown, is ashen and ghostly as Mira sees her.
Mira’s hand stops with a small tremor.
“What are you doing?!”
She hasn’t bathed or slept or eaten for two days. Only little of what she ate stayed down, so it seemed like a waste.
“By the Sun, you need to rest!”
Wet heat blurs the golden checkmarks; blood rushes into her mouth from her cracked lips. She shakes her head. She can’t.
“Doesn’t matter,” she smiles. “I’ll die soon anyway.”
Nefertari can’t help her; they are on opposite sides of this war. Mira sniffs, a sob swelling from her throat, when her friend looks at her worriedly.
“Please go. I may be going mad, but I can’t stop until I’m done.”
At once, she feels cold and hot, heavy as the earth, light as the air, and the golden points alight. The poneglyphs whisper their song, finding each other without seeking. One voice connects to another - another, another. Their message strikes her to the core like the Light of Shandora, robbing her off breath.
Nefertari’s face turns solid; she hears her louder now, woven into the song.
“But I want to stay with you.”
Mira slams her fists onto the desk, swaying where she stands.
I want-
“I can’t,” she pleads, doesn’t know whom or what. “I can’t-”