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Someone Save Me If You Will [Completed]
Characters: Rosette Christopher, whoever else wishes to join
Content: Rosette is dropped off after the experiments and is in a very bad way. Somebody please come save her?
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far.
Content: Rosette is dropped off after the experiments and is in a very bad way. Somebody please come save her?
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far.
Rosette had only a vague awareness that she'd been moved. Everything else had been drowned out in the numbness that had taken hold of her body. Feeling the warm sun, a stark contrast to...to wherever it was she had been, on her skin, she finally managed to open her eyes a crack. Ground. She'd been dropped in the middle of the street.
She tried to reach out to the pairs of boots passing her by, to call for help, to do something to draw attention to her plight. It was no use - the words froze in her throat, and her body refused to respond to anything she tried to do.
So she lay there numb, trapped in a body to which she no longer had any connection and praying for somebody, anybody, to stop and help her.
She tried to reach out to the pairs of boots passing her by, to call for help, to do something to draw attention to her plight. It was no use - the words froze in her throat, and her body refused to respond to anything she tried to do.
So she lay there numb, trapped in a body to which she no longer had any connection and praying for somebody, anybody, to stop and help her.
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She turned her head slightly, looking to Chrno. He was in his full form...that's right, she'd opened the seal...but it was closed now, so this wouldn't last for very long. Weakly, she raised a hand and gently touched the bare skin of his abdomen. The warmth - being able to feel that warmth - sent a fresh wave of tears down her cheeks. "Chrno," she managed quietly, having so much to say and being completely unable to find the words. "Chrno...oh, God..." She was sobbing in earnest now, clinging with that one hand to his jacket with what little strength she had left. She was exhausted, she was hurt, and a part of her was still terrified - of the people in black, of what they had done to her, of relapse.
More than anything else, however, she just wanted someone to stay with her. She needed Chrno there. With no words, no way to tell him that, she simply nestled against him, clung to his jacket, and cried.