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[madamemoiselle]

{She appears silently. There's no grand entrance, just Diva sitting on her knees, looking up at the Astral Plane's beautiful sky blankly.

There's a broken sword in her chest. Right between her breasts and straight through her, but she hasn't died and come back to life. She makes no move to pull the sword out. That's because tiny, but bright red cracks are appearing around her skin, turning the skin the color of ash.

She almost wants to cry, but she can't seem to.}

((ooc; Diva is dying, sorry. Unfortunately, there's nothing that can be done to save her, but thanks for trying.))

Comments

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Yeah..it must be. [His hand raises to touch his chest subconsciously. It reminds him of the mistletoe and his cures.] Would you be more...comfortable if I got the sword out?

[madamemoiselle]

{Shakes her head} Mmm, it doesn't really matter. It's fine. It doesn't hurt, after all.

{She suddenly falls to the ground, though, as her legs shatter}

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Catches her. He's seen gruesome sights before, but this worse.] How much time do you have..?

[madamemoiselle]

Um, probably a minute, I guess? I don't know.

{She tries to move a bit with her good arm, but her fingers strain to even move} Thank you, though.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

What are you thanking me for?

[madamemoiselle]

For being by my side, of course.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

It's not like I could just leave you here alone.

[madamemoiselle]

Some people would, you know. If I had stayed at home, I'd be dying alone without a single person to care either way.

{She gasps in surprise as the other arm now refuses to move, and the cracks crawl up her face} That is...how it is.