[the ice and snow surrounding them is still a pristine white, but Hazel's world has gone completely red. she can hear her own screams mirrored in the novice's, a sound that pricks at blood already running nuclear. this was her own weakness she was staring at, not someone else's. weakness of body, of soul, of will. it's not wonder that she can't stop pounding away at the poor sap, determined to smash everything she hated about herself into a bloody paste.
Yuri's entire existence has faded away alongside her rationality, so when a hand suddenly brushes against the nape of her neck on its way to her collar she reacts to memory rather than reality: her entire body stiffens and she lets out an awful, strangled noise that's equal parts terror and rage. for a brief moment it appears that she's going to contort herself in defiance of her companion's touch and turn all that instability around on him, but Yuri's words cut through the fog like a knife.
let's go. and just like that, the sting of winter returns to her bones. she's still resisting his urging for her to rise for a few moments, but there's clarity in Hazel's eyes when she stares up at him next. right. up. she had to get up, didn't she? there's no way things were going to end well if they didn't move quickly. and...she didn't want that, she'd realize with dll surprise. not yet.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fucking coming.
[the sour note would be present as expected, but her retort was honestly toothless even before she allowed Yuri to help her haul herself to her feet. she'd look down at what she'd done to that novice and fight back the nausea rising in her stomach like an angry beast. it's a little late for squeamishness, isn't it?]
Don't start shit you're not willing to finish.
[she directs her final comment to the wide-eyed audience gaping at them both, team and spectator alike, before she wraps a hand gently around Yuri's arm and moves to depart. neither of them need the stability, but she's thinking to herself - if anyone is stupid enough to pursue a pair of psychopaths as they've both shown themselves to be, she could grab her companion and haul ass with his frail little body waving behind her like a flag this way. stupid as it was, she didn't want to ditch him either.]
this is the essence of her character so i'm sorry to say that feeling doesn't go away
Yuri's entire existence has faded away alongside her rationality, so when a hand suddenly brushes against the nape of her neck on its way to her collar she reacts to memory rather than reality: her entire body stiffens and she lets out an awful, strangled noise that's equal parts terror and rage. for a brief moment it appears that she's going to contort herself in defiance of her companion's touch and turn all that instability around on him, but Yuri's words cut through the fog like a knife.
let's go. and just like that, the sting of winter returns to her bones. she's still resisting his urging for her to rise for a few moments, but there's clarity in Hazel's eyes when she stares up at him next. right. up. she had to get up, didn't she? there's no way things were going to end well if they didn't move quickly. and...she didn't want that, she'd realize with dll surprise. not yet.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fucking coming.
[the sour note would be present as expected, but her retort was honestly toothless even before she allowed Yuri to help her haul herself to her feet. she'd look down at what she'd done to that novice and fight back the nausea rising in her stomach like an angry beast. it's a little late for squeamishness, isn't it?]
Don't start shit you're not willing to finish.
[she directs her final comment to the wide-eyed audience gaping at them both, team and spectator alike, before she wraps a hand gently around Yuri's arm and moves to depart. neither of them need the stability, but she's thinking to herself - if anyone is stupid enough to pursue a pair of psychopaths as they've both shown themselves to be, she could grab her companion and haul ass with his frail little body waving behind her like a flag this way. stupid as it was, she didn't want to ditch him either.]