But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.
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◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥
You've confused me in a way that
I've never known...
I've never known...
To feel her body moved so gently by the strength that had just given her form its final wound would have been touching, if even the slightest bump didn't make her wound shriek. She bit the inside of her cheek, tasting the blood and feeling the rawness inside the moist flesh, but not caring; it took her mind away from the pain of her chest. Though it had started to dull as the loss of blood drew away from the nerves' sensitivity, the sensation was still there.
As the pain ebbed from a series of violent, torturous bolts of shooting pain into a dully throbbing ache, Teifi's heart seemed to only beat harder within her chest- almost as if trying to keep up with her quiet, trembling breaths. She had to force her mind to remain in a lucid state, fighting off the fingers of paranoia as they tried to dig into her psyche, and fought off the feeling of dizziness that washed over her as Ganon settled her down.
She felt so tired...
The dancer's skin had begun to pale slightly as blood continued to seep from the wound, the blade moving just enough in her chest as she breathed to prevent a clot from forming around the intrusion- every rise and fall of her chest, however shaky and shallow, only served to saw open a slightly wider hole in her flesh. Closing her eyes to listen to his ballad, she felt her heart beat slow just slightly in response to the music- the calmness stayed her heart from the tachycardia that would otherwise aid in her wound's bleeding.
Opening her eyes slowly just as the last of the words finished and the quieting of his music, she let a small smile reach her eyes, swallowing once to try to get the taste of copper from her lips before attempting to speak. Ganon would easily be able to see the thin layer of blood that seemed to coat the entire inside of her mouth- it was a miracle she hadn't choked on it all, already. Every exhalation brought up more blood from injured lungs, albeit in small amounts.
"...The sash... is this Briseshal. Blessed... by a goddess." She stopped to try to stifle the ragged coughs that would otherwise cause the blade to move further within her, her body shaking with each suppressed movement. Teifi's red hair was nearly the same color as her blood; the strands that were caked with it stayed together, darkening as the liquid dried.
"Give it... to a mother. A dancer... someone who will... use it." The motion of speaking, however, had become too much- with a sharp cry, she felt something within her tear. Blood that had once merely pooled to the surface began to flow down in more than mere rivulets, this time. Looking up to him with eyes that showed true sorrow, her last laugh was pained and sad sound as tears fell from those eyes again.
"The Goddess is... calling me. Farewell..."
There was a violent gust of wind that swept through the dancer's hair as she breathed her last, her body gasping for air but her mind seemingly already at peace before all motion suddenly ceased, her body slumping against the tree and a last tear falling across a cheek pale from blood loss.
Somewhere among the humming notes of the wind came the wistful sound of children's laughter, followed by a song that followed on the wind...
Come with us, Miss Teifi! Come, dance and sing in a merry ring!
...And the resounding answer that followed.
Of course. Of course. I'm free at last...
۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
