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tabularasa_rp2021-02-17 11:50 am
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✿ leo / body-horror, eme
arashi's not sure you can die in the void - does that actually exist? does it now? it sure feels like she could, it all hurts so, so much, but she's barely got the energy to really drag herself out of bed as the month trudges on.
but: that would worry people to the point of seeking her out, as if her condition, forced into her usual cheer, didn't — regardless, she's out again today, much later than usual. a trail of blue and white petals marks her path out to the edge of the void, far, far away from where people can usually be found,
(like an animal slinking off to die in the quiet, away from the world,)
but it's just to where leo's music is scribbled all across the ground, to where the void - where kyo-chan - likes to sing it. arashi takes a seat and closes her eyes, slowly loosening the button-down she'd gotten from the mish-mash of schools to help her breathe a little easier. the only person who'd come all the way out here is someone who's already forced her to show some of her worst anyway, and she's sure he has his hands full with izumi, anyway.
her lips quirk a little. love is so sweet. it's nice that it's working out for them - she's really, truly happy for them. someone in this stupid, awful unit full of unrequited feelings and shut doors deserves it, and if ritsu's precious mao won't acknowledge the love he's given — if tsukasa hasn't yet allowed himself to live a little and act his age yet — if hers won't pan out, not in the future and not in the past, then—
arashi shudders and grips her shirt mid-unbutton, drawing in a deep breath only to cough it straight back out; bits of petals and leaves come with it, but it's not until she's expelled roses half-dyed in sticky red blood that she can breath again.
the void sings in the quiet after her fit, and arashi rests her head on her knees. the thorns of her roses, such pretty little things she loves to tend but not this way, press further into her skin, stinging, but she doesn't mind it. there's only her, the heavy weight of the out-of-season blossoms on her skin, and how suffocated she feels despite the wide open space. )
...God, if you're out there, can you like, take it easy on me? ( a soft laugh. ) I'm not really sure how much more I can handle.
✾ zhongli / eme
arashi's been having an especially fun time this
februaryday lily, becoming increasingly sick — so actually, not that fun a time. despite that, she's still been going on, greeting people as normally as she can manage and helping out where she can... even if that "going out" gets later and later in the day.this time, she's just on her jog — izumi's right that technically they don't gain weight here, but she feels like she's still gotta put in some effort in looking as good as she does — but her jog is going as well as it usually does: that is to say, even after a short distance, she's stopping to catch her breath and have a few bouts of coughing. each time, she kneels down and collects the petals, shoving them in her pocket, and then continues her jog.
except — one spell is a little heavier than the rest, and she sinks to her knees coughing violently; she's completely unaware of anyone around, but it's not like she's somewhere people wouldn't be... she knows this, and she slowly starts crawling to get somewhere a little more out of the way—
until she bumps into zhongli's legs, anyway. sorry, um, your shoes. flowers. her bad. )
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He catches sight of Arashi while on one of his walks, changing his course so he can go and check up on her. However, he doesn't need to reach her to see that she too had become afflicted - he picks up his pace, intending to carry her if needed seeing that she's already on the floor.
Zhongli crouches down so that he can catch Arashi gently, his firm grip a silent command for her to stop moving. They're in the middle of the road, so it's a bit uncomfortable for her to lie down. He supposes he'll just have to carry her back once she stops coughing.
Flowers........................ ]
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it isn't wonderful at all, but she leans into his arms with all the relief of someone finding a counter to rest against. It takes a few more solid coughs for the bloom to finally come up, a small white rosebud with its petals torn from around it, and Arashi draws a shaky breath like she's remembering what breathing is supposed to be like. She kind of is - the past week and a half have been rough.
Her savior, though; she glances up and blinks a little at Zhongli, taking a moment for it to register before she smiles. It's a slightly embarrassed one - oops, sorry, you saw her at a low point! Her bad! Just don't think about it at all, )
...Thanks, Zhongli-san. ( he doesnt look like a kid so he ACTUALLY gets some respect, no shade on venti ) You can like, let go of me though. I'll be okay. Just a bit under the weather.
( ...she looks down at the flowers and the petals, expression shifting to something a little more mixed. "Just a bit under the weather" isn't going to actually pass, and she knows it, but hey. Hey! It's. Fine. )
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[ He says gently, taking the flower from Arashi's hand. Would that he still had his powers back, he would have been able to crush them as an expression of poetry... but he'll just pocket it for now. It would be helpful for his investigations into the matter. ]
I will escort you to your residence, and you will rest.
[ And that is an order. Zhongli may look soft, but it's impossible to dissuade him from a course of action once he's decided on it. ]