[Hayame is just about to take her hand off the crystallized figure and berate herself for her idiocy… when something happens. Something that makes her almost jump with how sudden it felt, like she’d been trailing her fingers over the edge of a fence and then suddenly been hit by a pulse of electricity that makes her draw back in shock, clutching her hand.
Is she hallucinating? Had she actually gone mad, like she thought she had when she first arrived in his hell? Was she so foolish as to have… to have wanted something so badly she tricked herself into sending it? She doesn’t know, and it leaves her frozen in that moment, her fingers spasming, knuckles paling.
Could crystal breathe? Could crystal make her shard ache?
Even though she’d checked the perimeter on her way in, they should be alone… Hayame instinctively looks around to make sure she isn’t seen before she leans in closer, just enough that she can press her cheek and ear against his chest, listening for a heartbeat. Was it there, or was the fact that she had two of her own pounding in her chests just masking a weak pulse? Biting sharply into her lip, she rises up, this time to hover in front of his face, staring into the pained and sorrowful expression before she raises a hand and holds it in front of his mouth, attempting to feel if another breath would emerge or if she really had just imagined it.
Stupidly, hopefully,]
Estinien… ? Can you hear me?
[She swallows the lump of anger, disappointment, and despair threatening to well up the moment she had to admit she was talking to a chunk of crystal. But until then… her other hand hesitantly gripes about to find… no, she’d never seen it, but something about their shared legacy guides her touch towards the center of his chest, near where her own was. There- was that his shard, then, beneath her palm? If she had brought a chisel, instead of just paltry words-]
… It is Hayame. I came-
[I came looking for you feels almost too embarrassing to say out loud. “Hayame the Mad Archer”, perhaps that is what they will call her-]
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Is she hallucinating? Had she actually gone mad, like she thought she had when she first arrived in his hell? Was she so foolish as to have… to have wanted something so badly she tricked herself into sending it? She doesn’t know, and it leaves her frozen in that moment, her fingers spasming, knuckles paling.
Could crystal breathe? Could crystal make her shard ache?
Even though she’d checked the perimeter on her way in, they should be alone… Hayame instinctively looks around to make sure she isn’t seen before she leans in closer, just enough that she can press her cheek and ear against his chest, listening for a heartbeat. Was it there, or was the fact that she had two of her own pounding in her chests just masking a weak pulse? Biting sharply into her lip, she rises up, this time to hover in front of his face, staring into the pained and sorrowful expression before she raises a hand and holds it in front of his mouth, attempting to feel if another breath would emerge or if she really had just imagined it.
Stupidly, hopefully,]
Estinien… ? Can you hear me?
[She swallows the lump of anger, disappointment, and despair threatening to well up the moment she had to admit she was talking to a chunk of crystal. But until then… her other hand hesitantly gripes about to find… no, she’d never seen it, but something about their shared legacy guides her touch towards the center of his chest, near where her own was. There- was that his shard, then, beneath her palm? If she had brought a chisel, instead of just paltry words-]
… It is Hayame. I came-
[I came looking for you feels almost too embarrassing to say out loud. “Hayame the Mad Archer”, perhaps that is what they will call her-]
… If you are alive, you must give me some sign.
[… Please.]