Title: Gaspless
Character(s): Rose, Lavitz
Summary: Perhaps she was a little more affected then she let on.
For a survivor, and in particular one who had seen ten thousand years before her eyes, time tended to blur from one instant to the next. A second would become a decade, and from there centuries would stretch into millennia until those little measurements of single days no longer mattered. Time was fast, it went by, and when it did she would move on. Though, she sometimes caught herself eying the ordinary people with something akin to envy, living by the day rather than the century. Wistfully, she'd wish that she could have those slow moving minutes back until she'd snap herself out of her stupor and continue with her duties.
But as the blinding light of the rising sun burned red, she looked back on all those melancholy occasions and suddenly wanted to take them all back. To empty her head of such foolish little fantasies of regaining a typical sense of time. Who could possibly, honestly want to feel the seconds dragging by like this? Was this normal even? For the life of her she could not recall—even as she raked her ten thousand years of memories for a clue—that time ever hauled itself forward so slowly.
Was she even able to move? Oh god why couldn't she move?
The hot air that seemed permanently a part of Hellena Prison was suffocating, an oppressive cocoon that kept her rooted to the spot and for a woman who favored speed, the sensation was far from endearing. She watched with her dark eyes wide and glittering with open astonishment as the gray folds of the hooded man's cloak fluttered around the arm that held a weapon she hadn't seen in quite some time. Her mind registered the Dragon Buster—a blade that was as intriguing as it was deadly, with its large hilt and the sleek long blade that captured the essence of a flame like only a Wingly item could—and then she saw Lavitz.
Mid-air, dragoon form, nowhere to turn and too angry to have the sense to try…
She felt her lips move, but no sound escaped. She saw the arm move, bringing the sword up for an attack, but was unable to move. The clang of the blade meeting—and easily parting—the Jade Dragoon's armored torso was deafening. Shana's shriek, Dart's yell, and the king's gasp barely registered after such a hollow, final sound. Lavitz choked and spluttered, surrounded and quickly abandoned by an eerie green light that vanished his wings and sent him crashing to the ground.
Falling and falling and falling forever just like him, just like Syuveil did oh so many years ago.
A crushing weight settled in her chest at the sight of the blood of another dragoon, a teammate, and she felt like she failed again. It was enough to render her breathless.