so--i actually didn't write this today. i wrote it, like, day 3? day 4? however, everything i was writing today was just kind of weird and soppy (or both because i'm talented that way), so i though "why not have the ass-end of a potentially traumatic battle scene that is actually started by an assassination attempt?"
i might not be the nicest person when it comes to my characters. whistles
as always, the actual version with italics can be found here.
“Grey!” Tove screamed as Grey caught the edge of a bolt of sickly green-grey energy, knocking them to the ground, blood forming an ever increasing pool beneath them. “Cassius, cover me!”
With a flick of his hand, Cassius sent a regiment of his squirrel army to overcome the towering Bukkene Bruse that were bearing down upon Tove, Armitage, and Cassius in a shrieking, shrill pile of fluffy tails, sharp claws, and sharper teeth. Cassius turned as there were duel THUDS and more screaming that went suddenly, terrifyingly silent, and as Tove flitted swiftly surefooted across the carnage to reach Grey, Cassius sang Tove cover, creating a sonic tunnel of shimmering golden harmony.
As Tove came skidding to halt beside Grey, Zoii erupted from the ground in all of her glorious autumnal abundance pressing moss and healing herbs into the gaping wound in Grey’s right shoulder.
And, then, too much happened at once for Tove to properly process on a conscious level.
There was Grey—gravely wounded—with Zoii attempting some healing that only a Meliae would have access to, shrugging off much of the ballistics and energy being flung about because she’s a freakin’ tree, and trees persevere, and there—in Tove’s peripheral vision—darkness, blurring motion, and a rattling hollowness that echoed and ate sound all at one.
Then, there were Tove’s hands, red with the blood of her beloved Grey—her darling little raven—who was good and true and just wanted the world to be a better place for everyone, as naïve as that was, who managed to make Tove see that even the entrapment of the Redcap Triumvirate was a great and terrible Wrong, who brOUGHT LIGHT TO THE WORLD, AND HERE WAS CY TRYING TO DESTROY ONE OF THE BEST PEOPLE TOVE HAD EVER MET—
Red and gold and yellow and burning, and Cy screaming as a plume of purely blood-bound magick hit him full in the chest knocking him back and back and back until he finally landed with a dull thud that Tove knew hadn’t done more than hurt that traitorous fuckwit.
Tove’s throat hurt as if she had been screaming her thoughts as she had channeled that arcane blast through herself—magick that she shouldn’t have been able to cast.
Blood-magick that was not based in her own blood but in the blood of one she loved, one who was—in a very real way—acting as a willing sacrifice, made stronger because Grey—Tove’s stubborn, wonderful, infuriating, amazing Grey—loved Tove back.
Well, fuck. That’s something that I never wanted to know would work.
During this nearly split-second exchange, Zoii had managed to stop the blood coming from Grey’s wound to something that was—well, there was no such thing as reasonable but less worrying—and was pulling Grey to their feet and shoving them into Tove’s arms. “You need to get Grey out of here,” Zoii yelled over the cacophony of battle. “You need to get all of you out. Live to fight another day.”
Tove hesitated, as Grey heaved in her arms and beginning to groggily stir, muttering feebly, “We can’t leave Zoii here. We can all get out toge—”
Before Grey could finish their weakly spoken words, Zoii brushed the fine feather-hairs from Grey’s face. “You don’t have a choice, darling. You need to go.” And, Zoii pushed Tove and Grey away to position herself to confront the platoon of Venery warriors who were spilling into the Star Throne Room—more traitors to the assassination of their Scioncy. “Get out of here!” Growling like a forest in a tornado, Zoii grew and grew and grew and generated a wall of branches and brambles between herself and the Venery warriors saying in her now booming voice. “I’ll hold them off.”
“Well, find you.” Statement. Tove speaking with straight fury spoke truth and Truth.
“Yes, yes—good—now get the hell out of here.”
Tove tightened her hold on Grey, and shouting at the rest of the party, Tove drug Grey towards the Venery Gate that was, by some miracle (thank you, Grey) still open and fell back through to the Euigilans Somnium.