day 9, let me take the fall. conga line part ii | cw: eye trauma
Once the initial shock wears off, the pain is almost unbearable. Kaeya can't tell if it's all because his shard has just been gouged out of his eye or more so because it's an enemy that's now holding onto it. Blood drips down from the gaping wound, staining his clothes, staining his hands. Blue hair is now matted and sticky with blood and dirt, covering up the worst of it, but it hardly hides just how bad it is. There's still ice left behind from when he tried to freeze them both in place, but it's all cracking, falling apart at the seams. (Un)luckily, his body is still caught in Estinien's tail, or he would have staggered backwards as the adrenaline is finally drained out of him.
One hand absentmindedly crawls up press against the right side of his face as if it's going to help. His mind is scrambling. The pain is too much. There's blood all over him. Estinien is still capable of taking him out in one more shot. And for a split-second, he wonders, is Ryunosuke—?
It isn't a thought that lingers for too long.
There's no strength left in his body, and every inch of him hurts beyond belief. Breathing is slowly becoming harder and harder to manage, as if the air is slowly being robbed from him, stolen just like his shard. A piece of him gone, just like that, and— (it's so difficult to keep his thoughts straight, his mind keeps wandering from one end of the spectrum over to another, what's his next move, what is he supposed to do now). He looks up at the one who delivered him his retribution, starry eye narrowing at the claws wrapped tightly around crystalline black and blue.
When he sees red, it's all he can focus on. He reaches for it despite knowing it's going to be a futile attempt. It's not over until he's dead, so until then, he needs get his shard back, no matter what it'll take.
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ the innocence strikes back.
conga line part ii | cw: eye trauma
Once the initial shock wears off, the pain is almost unbearable. Kaeya can't tell if it's all because his shard has just been gouged out of his eye or more so because it's an enemy that's now holding onto it. Blood drips down from the gaping wound, staining his clothes, staining his hands. Blue hair is now matted and sticky with blood and dirt, covering up the worst of it, but it hardly hides just how bad it is. There's still ice left behind from when he tried to freeze them both in place, but it's all cracking, falling apart at the seams. (Un)luckily, his body is still caught in Estinien's tail, or he would have staggered backwards as the adrenaline is finally drained out of him.
One hand absentmindedly crawls up press against the right side of his face as if it's going to help. His mind is scrambling. The pain is too much. There's blood all over him. Estinien is still capable of taking him out in one more shot. And for a split-second, he wonders, is Ryunosuke—?
It isn't a thought that lingers for too long.
There's no strength left in his body, and every inch of him hurts beyond belief. Breathing is slowly becoming harder and harder to manage, as if the air is slowly being robbed from him, stolen just like his shard. A piece of him gone, just like that, and— (it's so difficult to keep his thoughts straight, his mind keeps wandering from one end of the spectrum over to another, what's his next move, what is he supposed to do now). He looks up at the one who delivered him his retribution, starry eye narrowing at the claws wrapped tightly around crystalline black and blue.
When he sees red, it's all he can focus on. He reaches for it despite knowing it's going to be a futile attempt. It's not over until he's dead, so until then, he needs get his shard back, no matter what it'll take.