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tamingthemuseTitle: Fall
Fandom: Original (Immortals)
Prompt: Prompt 409 - Andalusite
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Elvirah heard the loud thud of the desk sculpture hit the floor as it slid from her hand, splintering the polished wood.
Elvirah heard the loud thud of the desk sculpture hit the floor as it slid from her hand, splintering the polished wood. She didn't feel the shards slice into her skin or the bruises on her knees forming when she fell down. Maximilien was lying on the floor, a growing pool of blood spilling away from his head. She tried to reach a hand out to him but stopped in mid-air. She had been the one that had caused this. She had murdered a man. Her body shook violently and she threw up at the thought. She swallowed hard, air and liquid trapped in her throat and almost choking her.
"Max," she tried to whisper but the name got trapped in her and only a gurgle came out. She inhaled as hard as she could and closed her eyes. It could all just be a dream, but when she lifted her eyelids the room was unchanged, the body of Maximilien inert on the floor.
She staggered backwards and hit the heavy leather chair with her back. The pain shot through her spine and she let out a piercing yell. One hand on her back, the other pushing against the floor she forced herself to stand up. She stumbled to the desk and leaned onto it as she picked up the phone. Her hand was hovering above the numbers unable to dial anyone. There was no one to call. Maximilien was dead and she was the culprit. She let the receiver drop and slid to the floor once more. She turned her head to look through the wall of window. The sky was illuminated by a thousand stars, silently watching over the city. They were her only witness.
"Please," she pleaded to them. "Don't... don't tell anyone," she finished as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "I... I didn't... didn't mean to..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she started sobbing.
She laid there for a long time, unable to do anything but cry until finally her body stopped convulsing. She rested breathless, her knees pressed hard against her chest, and her eyes glaring at the stars. She could feel the weight of their light on her, displaying what she had done. She clenched her fists and hit the desk, the pain slapping her into action. She stood up, steadying herself against the desk and started to walk away.
Her eyes fell on her bracelet as she raised her hand to open the door of the office. She paused and calmly unlocked it from her wrist, letting it slide down away from her. She pressed the handle down and walked out, leaving behind the dead body of Maximilien in a pool of blood and the bracelet he had gifted her not a week earlier.
Fandom: Original (Immortals)
Prompt: Prompt 409 - Andalusite
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Elvirah heard the loud thud of the desk sculpture hit the floor as it slid from her hand, splintering the polished wood.
Elvirah heard the loud thud of the desk sculpture hit the floor as it slid from her hand, splintering the polished wood. She didn't feel the shards slice into her skin or the bruises on her knees forming when she fell down. Maximilien was lying on the floor, a growing pool of blood spilling away from his head. She tried to reach a hand out to him but stopped in mid-air. She had been the one that had caused this. She had murdered a man. Her body shook violently and she threw up at the thought. She swallowed hard, air and liquid trapped in her throat and almost choking her.
"Max," she tried to whisper but the name got trapped in her and only a gurgle came out. She inhaled as hard as she could and closed her eyes. It could all just be a dream, but when she lifted her eyelids the room was unchanged, the body of Maximilien inert on the floor.
She staggered backwards and hit the heavy leather chair with her back. The pain shot through her spine and she let out a piercing yell. One hand on her back, the other pushing against the floor she forced herself to stand up. She stumbled to the desk and leaned onto it as she picked up the phone. Her hand was hovering above the numbers unable to dial anyone. There was no one to call. Maximilien was dead and she was the culprit. She let the receiver drop and slid to the floor once more. She turned her head to look through the wall of window. The sky was illuminated by a thousand stars, silently watching over the city. They were her only witness.
"Please," she pleaded to them. "Don't... don't tell anyone," she finished as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "I... I didn't... didn't mean to..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she started sobbing.
She laid there for a long time, unable to do anything but cry until finally her body stopped convulsing. She rested breathless, her knees pressed hard against her chest, and her eyes glaring at the stars. She could feel the weight of their light on her, displaying what she had done. She clenched her fists and hit the desk, the pain slapping her into action. She stood up, steadying herself against the desk and started to walk away.
Her eyes fell on her bracelet as she raised her hand to open the door of the office. She paused and calmly unlocked it from her wrist, letting it slide down away from her. She pressed the handle down and walked out, leaving behind the dead body of Maximilien in a pool of blood and the bracelet he had gifted her not a week earlier.
