11-01-2018, 10:24 AM
He didn't realize how empty he had felt until she speaks his name. Hope fills him, washing away whatever dangerous mania had been rising.
"Rapture," her name escapes him involuntarily in response to his own. His heart hammering with such force that surely she can feel it against her side. Her skin seems not so cold now, and her pulse a little stronger. But just as quickly as his hope had flared it is smothered.
She fades again, her head falling across his knees, and his hope crashes down with it. Levi's mismatched eyes uncharacteristically wide, and his heavy skull swivels above her, unsure of where to touch, what to do. He holds his sturdy frame still against her back, afraid now that any movement will jar her or cause her discomfort.
Panic rises in his chest. Could she walk? Has she had fresh food or water in days? Could he carry her? There is a chance she will live if he chooses the right actions, if she is lost now it will be his fault.
Yet, he is at a loss.
"Rapture," he says again, but this time it is a call, a plea, instead of praise. Finally, his muzzle settles on her brow, gently removing her forelock from where it rests over her closed eye. "Tell me what to do."
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
@[Rapture]