[character drabble]
[OOC]: Quick drabble on Iris's arrival in Elysium. Enjoy!
Through the darkness rippling around her there is a sense of floating, of being borne up, as if by many cool, caressing hands.
With considerable effort, she rolls her head to the side, and feels water lapping at her parted lips, flooding her open wounds. Her hair is heavy with it.
. . . drowning? But Colonel will save me.
She flings out a signal on their frequency and it scours the solar system in search of her soulmate. She's shocked to hear someone weeping and realizes that it's herself, her body remembering the truth much more quickly than her troubled mind.
A profound sense of loneliness overtakes her.
There's no one. No one will come.
She gasps and forces her eyes open, chest heaving.
Final Weapon is gone. Instead of stars, flower petals drift serenely around her on the lake surface. A mammoth crystal complex towers over the horizon, immeasurably far, though hope burns weakly inside her at the sight of it.
Moving is difficult - her limbs, scored in a dozen places by that shining green blade, respond slowly, if at all - but she struggles mightily, driven by a stubborn desire to survive. The water turns out to be shallow enough for her to wade to solid ground, where she lays her body down for a moment to catch her breath.
She has barely crawled a few metres in the direction of the crystal city when several uniformed shapes appear around her, bearing an oddly familiar insignia. She slumps forward, her strength finally spent, and several arms snap out to catch her.
Through the darkness rippling around her there is a sense of floating, of being borne up, as if by many cool, caressing hands.
With considerable effort, she rolls her head to the side, and feels water lapping at her parted lips, flooding her open wounds. Her hair is heavy with it.
. . . drowning? But Colonel will save me.
She flings out a signal on their frequency and it scours the solar system in search of her soulmate. She's shocked to hear someone weeping and realizes that it's herself, her body remembering the truth much more quickly than her troubled mind.
A profound sense of loneliness overtakes her.
There's no one. No one will come.
She gasps and forces her eyes open, chest heaving.
Final Weapon is gone. Instead of stars, flower petals drift serenely around her on the lake surface. A mammoth crystal complex towers over the horizon, immeasurably far, though hope burns weakly inside her at the sight of it.
Moving is difficult - her limbs, scored in a dozen places by that shining green blade, respond slowly, if at all - but she struggles mightily, driven by a stubborn desire to survive. The water turns out to be shallow enough for her to wade to solid ground, where she lays her body down for a moment to catch her breath.
She has barely crawled a few metres in the direction of the crystal city when several uniformed shapes appear around her, bearing an oddly familiar insignia. She slumps forward, her strength finally spent, and several arms snap out to catch her.