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feredarStory: Trickle
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Kirana
Warnings: Witnessed character/familial death with description of the body
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
The fire dies when the vision ends.
This one, at least, doesn't take much time to process. It was abundantly clear--Isshiri lying on the ground, eyes open and empty, a faint trickle of blood coming from the side of his mouth.
What does take time is deciding who to tell--she can't keep this quiet. Especially since the impression was that there might--might--be enough time to do something, to save him...
Shaking, Kirana relights the fire, finding the vision again with little difficulty, but with no more detail given. No clear impression of time or exactly what will happen, just her brother, empty.
She tries some of the tricks she's learned, pursuing different forks in the road--but they all come to that image, that one, ghastly image. If there was a way to avoid it, it's too late.
She can't help but wonder why she saw it at all, and with such urgency, if no fork she can think of would change it.
Finally, she gives up and puts the fire out. Slowly she takes out her pen and writes a brief note to her mother. She leaves out the part that she couldn't see any possible change--Mother is more devious than she is by far. She might know a way.
She seals the letter, then lets out a long slow breath. It's out of her hands now. She's done all she can.
When she closes her eyes, she still sees that little trickle of blood.
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Kirana
Warnings: Witnessed character/familial death with description of the body
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
The fire dies when the vision ends.
This one, at least, doesn't take much time to process. It was abundantly clear--Isshiri lying on the ground, eyes open and empty, a faint trickle of blood coming from the side of his mouth.
What does take time is deciding who to tell--she can't keep this quiet. Especially since the impression was that there might--might--be enough time to do something, to save him...
Shaking, Kirana relights the fire, finding the vision again with little difficulty, but with no more detail given. No clear impression of time or exactly what will happen, just her brother, empty.
She tries some of the tricks she's learned, pursuing different forks in the road--but they all come to that image, that one, ghastly image. If there was a way to avoid it, it's too late.
She can't help but wonder why she saw it at all, and with such urgency, if no fork she can think of would change it.
Finally, she gives up and puts the fire out. Slowly she takes out her pen and writes a brief note to her mother. She leaves out the part that she couldn't see any possible change--Mother is more devious than she is by far. She might know a way.
She seals the letter, then lets out a long slow breath. It's out of her hands now. She's done all she can.
When she closes her eyes, she still sees that little trickle of blood.