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Zoey Westen ([personal profile] pythianwoman) wrote in [community profile] singillppl 2024-04-25 10:22 am (UTC)

the fog

[One of these days Zoey won’t recklessly fling herself into danger to keep others safe. Today was NOT that day. It’s worth it, though. They’d made it to a cabin, and after shoving any and all wads of fabric they could find into any holes that would let the fucking FOG in it’ll keep them safe enough.

She’s doubled over for a moment, coughs wracking her body. Her lungs feel like they’re on fire, like she’s breathed in countless shards of glass. They feel like they’re bleeding. And they might be, giving the metallic taste on her tongue. Which is a familiar sensation, thanks to the more unpleasant aspects of her gift of sight, but it’s not a great thing to experience when completely devoid of said gifs.

Swallowing the rest of the cough, the way it burns, the way she hurts, she straightens, gives her companion a lopsided little smirk.]


I’m fine. [She’s not, but it’s fine. She’s been here a while, she’s used to this shit. He’s new. And his hands are burned. They need to take care of that, first. There’s not much they can do for her lungs. Unfortunately.] We need to take a look at your hands, though. I’ve got clean bandages in my pack. And water.

[She's been here a while. She tends to be prepared.]

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