Slight gore warning.
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Drip, drip, drip.
With every drop of liquid hitting the ground the sweet and quiet sound of each individual drop tapping against the stone floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
One after the other, puddling in the corner of the room.
Drip, drip, drip.
One after the other, sliding out of the neck of a bottle and spilling out drop by drop.
Drip, drip, drip.
Stop it, she commanded. Though not a word sounded from her lips.
Drip, drip, drip.
She repeated, more urgently in her mind. An echoing scream of begging for the simple and calming noise to cease.
Drip, drip, drip.
"Stop it!" Screaming echoed from the corner where she sat, the world around her shaking from her zoned out and phased state. Hands shaking as her vision shook, was she even awake? Very doubtful. Her sight opened up to a warmly lit room, candle light, bricks. All too familiar. It felt warm, it felt safe, it felt fuzzy and warm. It felt like a warm memory in the back of her mind, a memory that she found herself in the arms of a seemingly blessed dream. The ringing in her ears had subsided to a muffled sound of happily giggling females, it sounded as if she had water in her ears. The joyous sounds echoing off the walls of her mind.
The sight of golden and long locks drifted to the corners of her sight, staring back at the beaming woman on top of her.
This was nice, this was warm, this was fine. She was fine.
Another woman faded through and practically tackled the other woman playfully off of her chest in a fit of giggles. Red curls of luscious locks practically bouncing off her shoulders and a smile that meant everything to her. Without a moments notice, she could feel herself interacting with this memory. Or, so it seemed as it felt entirely too real. Pulling the two woman into either arm, and giving them a loving squeeze. Not helping but crack a smile as she uttered out "C'mon guys, you're gonna mess up the bed again." in a faded and watered out sound.
This was everything she wanted, something had blessed her to return to this surely. Though it would reveal to not be the case. The ringing sounded through her mind like clattering plates, the lit vision flashing on and off with a much dimer room replacing it eventually in time. The sounds of giggling and happiness practically melted into heavy hyperventilating and sobbing. Screaming sounding like chaos through the blurry vision. A censored and blurred out vision of their lovely home of the past, dimly lit with broken glass and stains of red seeping into the carpet. The woman's vision finally focusing on the blonde woman spread over the carpet like a rag doll in a pool of her own blood seeping out from a wound in her neck, choking on her own blood that seeped out from the corner of her lips and joined the pool onto the floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
Frozen in her state, on her knees as the muffled wailing of the curly red-head hunched over blonde woman's struggling body in incoherent sobs and screaming. The vision tilted it's view to the ground after an echo of thumping footsteps that practically pounded in the woman's thoughts. Following up the bloodstained boots of the figure to meet her eyes with the golden irises of the figure, his smirk burned into her memories and the way he distinctively licked the bit of blood off of his thumb before vanishing from the depths of the memory in an instance.
Drip, drip, drip.
That noise snapped her back into the horror of the situation, eyes shakily looking over the finally given up body of the northern woman over the floorboards. No, no, no, That simply wasn't possible. Clear panic over the woman's face as she shot forward and held the woman's blood soaked and perfectly porcelain wrist to her face. An echo of a horrendous screech screaming out of the woman with mix emotions that would slowly intoxicate her mind through time.
"Fabian-, Fabian! No!"
In that instance Noa shot up from bed, water trailing down her cheeks in floods of tears. It was only a memory, only a dream. She felt at her rapidly beating chest, taking a moment to calm her frantic hyperventilating. The hand slowly extending their fingers to grip the rings that hung from the chain around her neck. Her lip quivered at the simple touch against the silver, breaking down in the comfort of her own home with tears flooding down her cheeks.
The bare back of the woman at her side seemed to move and adjust, her red curls falling past her shoulders as she gave a quiet awakening grumble. The sound of her skin dragging against the soft sheets as she slid up to see what the commotion was about, with furrowed brows and un-adjusted eyes she rubbed at her tired eyes and gave a quiet yawn. A quiet and groggy, "Mhh-.. what seems to be the matter? Chouchou..?" she spoke out in that thick ithanian accent, clinging to the woman's arm with her bare arms as she noticed the tears streaming down the Daen woman's face.
Noa was quick to shape up as her lover awoke, sniffing back and locking up her emotions as she rubbed at her eyes. "Nothing, mi hermosa flor." she muttered back in a hoarse voice, gently moving to tightly wrap her arms around the woman's freckled and snow white skin ever so lovingly.
Though hesitant, they eventually shrunk under the covers in a lover's hold through the rest of the short night. Whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to their faces ever so sweetly. Time passing on, it would be time to drag herself out of bed and step onto the cold floor boards. Offering a glance back to the nude woman who covered herself with their comforter and continued to rest ever so cheerfully. A sweet little chuckle sounding from Noa as she stepped into her boots and did her routine of dragging on her uniform and twisting up her hair. Making sure to stay as quite as possible to not be at her lover's expense.
Drip, drip, drip.
A sound caught her attention to a bottle left tipped at the side of the writing desk they had in their home, frowning and moving to turn it up right before closing their bedroom door and softly making her way down the steps, boots clicking against each individual step. Offering a glance to the darkwald that rested on the couple's couch, before locking eyes with the un-recognizable reflection looking back at her. She huffed out gloomily and slid up the axe from the side of the doorway and hitched it into her belt with a satisfying click.
The creaking of the door sounding before abruptly slamming.
Another day goes onward.
@Dreamaxia
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