It is no longer his place? I blink, stunned. And then I'm pushed aside. "Can you do something for Lucien?"
Can I? The one I would ask is gone. It's no longer his place. Lucien's body is not yet cold. "I don't... I don't know," I say softly, placing my hand on Lucien's chest. There is no steady beat, blood no longer flows. I think of the dead rage filled thing in the cemetery and shiver at the thought.
Lúgh, is he with you now? Was it really his time? Would you have let it happen if it wasn't? They sat back and let so much happen. Like we were play things, only good for their amusement. He deserved better than this. He helped so many. It hasn't been that long, and there is not a god here to boost or save me now. I don't think it will be enough. But I have to try. I can't not.
Warmth flows from my hand like tea from a pot. The first flutter of his heart. I draw my hand back quickly and wait for a response. A sharp intake of breath, a moan. Nothing. My stomach begins to ache again, but the more I let flow into him, the more it subsides until it's gone.
A swoon rushes over me. So much so that I am grateful for Iago at my side. If it wasn't for him, I don't think I would still be kneeling here. My focus stays on Lucien, praying it's not too little or too late. My eyes lids get heavy as everything begins to wane. "No," I murmur, feeling Iago sway and shake. Its not enough. Is it his time?
Everything feels steady again. Just enough to open my eyes a little,directing it from Iago, to me, to Lucien. I hope it's enough. It will have to be for now, I don't have anything left.
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Date: 2012-04-09 02:59 am (UTC)"Can you do something for Lucien?"
Can I? The one I would ask is gone. It's no longer his place. Lucien's body is not yet cold. "I don't... I don't know," I say softly, placing my hand on Lucien's chest. There is no steady beat, blood no longer flows. I think of the dead rage filled thing in the cemetery and shiver at the thought.
Lúgh, is he with you now? Was it really his time? Would you have let it happen if it wasn't? They sat back and let so much happen. Like we were play things, only good for their amusement. He deserved better than this. He helped so many. It hasn't been that long, and there is not a god here to boost or save me now. I don't think it will be enough. But I have to try. I can't not.
Warmth flows from my hand like tea from a pot. The first flutter of his heart. I draw my hand back quickly and wait for a response. A sharp intake of breath, a moan. Nothing. My stomach begins to ache again, but the more I let flow into him, the more it subsides until it's gone.
A swoon rushes over me. So much so that I am grateful for Iago at my side. If it wasn't for him, I don't think I would still be kneeling here. My focus stays on Lucien, praying it's not too little or too late. My eyes lids get heavy as everything begins to wane. "No," I murmur, feeling Iago sway and shake. Its not enough. Is it his time?
Everything feels steady again. Just enough to open my eyes a little,directing it from Iago, to me, to Lucien. I hope it's enough. It will have to be for now, I don't have anything left.