( she remembers all too clearly dropping into the lava- the way her heart stopped as the floor gave out beneath her, how she couldn't even catch onto a cliffside as it crumbled away, how it wasn't even a fast sink-
how she burned slowly and metal warped and melted against her skin, how she could only scream in agony as her lungs choked on the gas and smoke and how everything, everything melted away-
and yet. even as her body failed, even as her last breath couldn't even be completed, even as she saw elsword diving over the edge for her- she didn't fade at all. even as nothing of her corpse remained, it was like she was there, still trapped beneath the molten glow, and could feel everything still.
and then, like a blink, she's laying in her bed, cardigan and choker still gone but otherwise the same- her skin feels too hot, her lungs hurt and the cold air of the house feels like ice comparitively, and it turns out- it turns out even in death she had never stopped screaming. and she isn't about to stop now, either-
even when someone bursts through the door to find her curled up on her side, head in hands and new burns littering her body, as if they're still smoking. )
v. burning the wick at both ends (closed to roommates) (cw: lava damage, suffocation, burns)
how she burned slowly and metal warped and melted against her skin, how she could only scream in agony as her lungs choked on the gas and smoke and how everything, everything melted away-
and yet. even as her body failed, even as her last breath couldn't even be completed, even as she saw elsword diving over the edge for her- she didn't fade at all. even as nothing of her corpse remained, it was like she was there, still trapped beneath the molten glow, and could feel everything still.
and then, like a blink, she's laying in her bed, cardigan and choker still gone but otherwise the same- her skin feels too hot, her lungs hurt and the cold air of the house feels like ice comparitively, and it turns out- it turns out even in death she had never stopped screaming. and she isn't about to stop now, either-
even when someone bursts through the door to find her curled up on her side, head in hands and new burns littering her body, as if they're still smoking. )