[ Both hands replace one now, pressing firmly as Bigby lays back. Even with her sobs, how her broken wrist aches from her pressure, she has to try. She can't stop - it's seeping too quickly. Her fingers are coated, and soon her wrist and sides of her knees as she digs them into his back. It may be beginning to pool underneath him, who knows. Shit was slow, right?
She just waits for the end now, waiting for the brilliant red light to hit her in the same way it did Bigby.
But, no... something else does. It's impact weighs much heavier than a laser, honestly.
Comstock's name rings through the air and she looks back to Judy only slightly. Her breath leaving her as she winces. The memories - everything about them seem... cold, unfamiliar? She didn't kill Comstock - did she? Not by her own means, no that was Booker wasn't it -?
Judy proposes something outrageous. Just hearing Booker's name makes her blood run cold and her fingers tighten onto Bigby's shirt. She looks down to him, mouthing something like "stay with me" under a muttered, raspy breath. Judy's revelation doesn't pull her away from the wolf underneath her. It's not real. It's not real. That didn't happen - that's not...
And then, the headache hit and Elizabeth doubles over. Her own blood mixes with his on that poor shirt, a hand going up to feel the familiar thickness of blood. Her digits are stained red and before she can say anything, Elizabeth's body tightens. She trembles at first before the headache rips through her. A hand goes up to clutch onto her head and no.
Booker. Comstock. One man. One city. One baptism.
It's clear as ever. As her body falls tightly onto Bigby's, she convulses with a pained groan, trying to regain her nerves. She's alive, unfortunately, and if she can regain her strength, she may survive.
Or may not.
We'll see, won't we?
For now, Elizabeth's limp on Bigby's body, looking down into the red that spreads slowly between them. ]
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She just waits for the end now, waiting for the brilliant red light to hit her in the same way it did Bigby.
But, no... something else does. It's impact weighs much heavier than a laser, honestly.
Comstock's name rings through the air and she looks back to Judy only slightly. Her breath leaving her as she winces. The memories - everything about them seem... cold, unfamiliar? She didn't kill Comstock - did she? Not by her own means, no that was Booker wasn't it -?
Judy proposes something outrageous. Just hearing Booker's name makes her blood run cold and her fingers tighten onto Bigby's shirt. She looks down to him, mouthing something like "stay with me" under a muttered, raspy breath. Judy's revelation doesn't pull her away from the wolf underneath her. It's not real. It's not real. That didn't happen - that's not...
And then, the headache hit and Elizabeth doubles over. Her own blood mixes with his on that poor shirt, a hand going up to feel the familiar thickness of blood. Her digits are stained red and before she can say anything, Elizabeth's body tightens. She trembles at first before the headache rips through her. A hand goes up to clutch onto her head and no.
Booker. Comstock. One man. One city. One baptism.
It's clear as ever. As her body falls tightly onto Bigby's, she convulses with a pained groan, trying to regain her nerves. She's alive, unfortunately, and if she can regain her strength, she may survive.
Or may not.
We'll see, won't we?
For now, Elizabeth's limp on Bigby's body, looking down into the red that spreads slowly between them. ]