[ The crackling fire doesn't seem to be warming Lune any. It's cold, cold all over. It's the shock, she knows, and yet knowing it makes it no easier to manage. Nothing is as it should. Their expedition was slaughtered nearly to the last man, their hopes, dreams and fearless determination shattered into pieces upon that beach. It was a small miracle she'd found Gustave before it was too late.
Death seemed to haunt every stretch of the continent; Nevrons prowling around each corner, petrified expeditioners lying forgotten where they'd been struck down years ago. Bewildered and traumatized, the two of them forged their way through the glittering meadows and blue trees, awe of discovery dampened by crippling loss and impotent anger held at bay only by primal need to focus on surviving. The Indigo Tree had yielded no survivors nor answers, only a cryptic, concerning message about Maelle.
Once they'd made camp for the night, they'd had time to take a breath and think and feelโ and argue, the levies breaking as their fears and the trauma of seeing their friends die at the hands of an unknown assailant rushed to the surface. That had been a while ago. The fight's been punched out of her for now, leaving behind only grief and worry.
Lune shifts now, huddling closer to Gustave by the fire, seeking his warmth and the comfort of his presence. They only have each other to lean on, now. Though some part of her hates being this needy and shaky, her hand finds his organic one regardless and clutches it firmly, as if reassuring herself he's actually here with her and not some figment. A tiny tremble moves over her cool skin, but no words come. Nothing useful, anyway.
What's left to say that either of them didn't already, earlier? ]
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Date: 2025-05-17 08:46 pm (UTC)Death seemed to haunt every stretch of the continent; Nevrons prowling around each corner, petrified expeditioners lying forgotten where they'd been struck down years ago. Bewildered and traumatized, the two of them forged their way through the glittering meadows and blue trees, awe of discovery dampened by crippling loss and impotent anger held at bay only by primal need to focus on surviving. The Indigo Tree had yielded no survivors nor answers, only a cryptic, concerning message about Maelle.
Once they'd made camp for the night, they'd had time to take a breath and think and feelโ and argue, the levies breaking as their fears and the trauma of seeing their friends die at the hands of an unknown assailant rushed to the surface. That had been a while ago. The fight's been punched out of her for now, leaving behind only grief and worry.
Lune shifts now, huddling closer to Gustave by the fire, seeking his warmth and the comfort of his presence. They only have each other to lean on, now. Though some part of her hates being this needy and shaky, her hand finds his organic one regardless and clutches it firmly, as if reassuring herself he's actually here with her and not some figment. A tiny tremble moves over her cool skin, but no words come. Nothing useful, anyway.
What's left to say that either of them didn't already, earlier? ]