[ A voice cuts in, sudden and abrupt, as though she's been trying to connect and only now, mid sentence, does the audio of her voice kick in- ]
-Spear, Sun-Spear, please hear me- [ Panic. Her voice is laden with a desperate panic wildly unlike anything anyone here has ever heard from Gala, the quiet and even-toned knight that follows Gilia everywhere, her breathing deep and heavy. ] Deathwarden, Sun-Spear, please, please, she needs you-
[ Two people. This message is meant for two specific people. Yet in the chaos, her control slips and others receive it as well. Not everyone, but certainly more than the two she means - especially reaching to those who know Gilia, conjured mistakenly in her distress over her princess.
Then, there's the guttural snarl of a creature echoing as though it's all around her, there's movement, an exhausted Stag-Knight's war cry - then nothing, as the audio cuts.
. . .
From there, it's radio silence for an unsettlingly long time. There are no responses, no noise, nothing - not until she bursts back, the visual sent to anyone who will have it, Sweeney and Ianthe on her mind still but having lost her direction now completely, and it's- horrible. Her vision is fucked, like she's blinded in one eye, like she's blinking away blood in the other, and what is visible is blood-soaked blond hair, a veil stained and torn apart, red and gruesome as the torn flesh beneath-
Gilia. It's Gilia, blood-soaked and unresponsive on the ground where Gala's stumbled as she carried her, somewhere in town, her strength waning from blood loss and injury as desperately she pushes herself to get her princess to the damn healers. ]
Gilia, Gilia! No, nonono, no, my princess, my heart, please, can you hear me? Fuck, FUCK-
[ It's obvious that she's trapped between the distress of a lover and the fighting anger of a warrior still, always a fighter, always a Knight, ignoring her own injuries in the service of another. In the hysterics, the ragged breath and the cursing, the begging for Gilia to awaken, the angrily uttered promise to Death herself that she cannot have her, WILL NOT HAVE HER, Gala draws her strength, on her Spirit-Bond and Curse-Monster both, and screams.
And with that painful fucking scream, terrible, raw, and ragged, Gala gathers Gilia back up into her bloodied arms, willing to damn well die if it means getting Gilia help. ]
ooc: ( in other words: while Lily is on hiatus for the month, Gilia will be unconscious and recovering from a vicious void monster mauling in the town hospital for the month! 😌 Gala is also injured but she doesn't gaf about that & will at Gilia's bedside as much as possible all month. no responses are likely to come from Gilia, just Gala, but also feel free to use this post to freak out amongst urselves as Gala will at some point be passing out on the hospital floor & also, I know how giant Gilia's cr circle is!! )
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audio, then visual - may 1st/day after final day of tourney! (cw: blood, hysterics, & injuries)
-Spear, Sun-Spear, please hear me- [ Panic. Her voice is laden with a desperate panic wildly unlike anything anyone here has ever heard from Gala, the quiet and even-toned knight that follows Gilia everywhere, her breathing deep and heavy. ] Deathwarden, Sun-Spear, please, please, she needs you-
[ Two people. This message is meant for two specific people. Yet in the chaos, her control slips and others receive it as well. Not everyone, but certainly more than the two she means - especially reaching to those who know Gilia, conjured mistakenly in her distress over her princess.
Then, there's the guttural snarl of a creature echoing as though it's all around her, there's movement, an exhausted Stag-Knight's war cry - then nothing, as the audio cuts.
. . .
From there, it's radio silence for an unsettlingly long time. There are no responses, no noise, nothing - not until she bursts back, the visual sent to anyone who will have it, Sweeney and Ianthe on her mind still but having lost her direction now completely, and it's- horrible. Her vision is fucked, like she's blinded in one eye, like she's blinking away blood in the other, and what is visible is blood-soaked blond hair, a veil stained and torn apart, red and gruesome as the torn flesh beneath-
Gilia. It's Gilia, blood-soaked and unresponsive on the ground where Gala's stumbled as she carried her, somewhere in town, her strength waning from blood loss and injury as desperately she pushes herself to get her princess to the damn healers. ]
Gilia, Gilia! No, nonono, no, my princess, my heart, please, can you hear me? Fuck, FUCK-
[ It's obvious that she's trapped between the distress of a lover and the fighting anger of a warrior still, always a fighter, always a Knight, ignoring her own injuries in the service of another. In the hysterics, the ragged breath and the cursing, the begging for Gilia to awaken, the angrily uttered promise to Death herself that she cannot have her, WILL NOT HAVE HER, Gala draws her strength, on her Spirit-Bond and Curse-Monster both, and screams.
And with that painful fucking scream, terrible, raw, and ragged, Gala gathers Gilia back up into her bloodied arms, willing to damn well die if it means getting Gilia help. ]
ooc:
( in other words: while Lily is on hiatus for the month, Gilia will be unconscious and recovering from a vicious void monster mauling in the town hospital for the month! 😌 Gala is also injured but she doesn't gaf about that & will at Gilia's bedside as much as possible all month. no responses are likely to come from Gilia, just Gala, but also feel free to use this post to freak out amongst urselves as Gala will at some point be passing out on the hospital floor & also, I know how giant Gilia's cr circle is!! )