[ She does not so much as stir when he turns her over in his arms, but as soon as he does, he'll be greeted with a light unlike any other in all the places where the acid has burned her skin too deeply. The wounds unveil a brightness. Where the horn had impaled her through her torso lies not any organ, flesh, or blood, but an endless matrix of energy churning as dynamically as the sun's surface. There is nothing beyond it, seemingly depthless and infinite, and it shines--
She shines, this unveiled radiance just barely contained within a silhouette of a woman. The light carries no alignment to it, neither a wash of good nor chill of evil. Or maybe it does, both perhaps at once as well as All, and it emanates without a purpose or creed like a star before mankind would have even dared name it.
What wounds should have been are replaced and filled in by this light: the acid that had burned through the skin on her arms, her stomach, her chest and neck, at least half of her face.... Everying, now shining. Should he be in contact with any of these revelations of light, he'll find that none of it will burn him, but only feel warmer than usual. The seal placed on her is still in effect, after all. That warmth and light is only what is able to leak through it, diminished into a far too flawed and physical form. Moreover, the energy is... unifying, old and new at once. But she appears painless through it all, and it's already rapidly healing, reforming smooth, scarless skin and soft hair through tendrils of light.
A few moments pass in silence as she lies limply in his grasp, but he'll know that she's beginning to rouse by her one eye that still remains intact, showing the crimson iris as she blinks it open, looking up at him. ]
Noct...?
[ Strange how her chest rises and falls without lungs, how she speaks his name without air or vocal cords, or even half her lips. Visually her wounds are all light, and her voice is that same light, sounding both clearer and more distant because of it. She’s coming to, and her hand, shining instead of bleeding, raises. The backs of her fingers, too, upon his cheek may feel strange: it is energy translating into touch, manifesting into the physical, buzzing, careful and soft like a symphony tuning its instruments before the opening of a ballad. ]
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She shines, this unveiled radiance just barely contained within a silhouette of a woman. The light carries no alignment to it, neither a wash of good nor chill of evil. Or maybe it does, both perhaps at once as well as All, and it emanates without a purpose or creed like a star before mankind would have even dared name it.
What wounds should have been are replaced and filled in by this light: the acid that had burned through the skin on her arms, her stomach, her chest and neck, at least half of her face.... Everying, now shining. Should he be in contact with any of these revelations of light, he'll find that none of it will burn him, but only feel warmer than usual. The seal placed on her is still in effect, after all. That warmth and light is only what is able to leak through it, diminished into a far too flawed and physical form. Moreover, the energy is... unifying, old and new at once. But she appears painless through it all, and it's already rapidly healing, reforming smooth, scarless skin and soft hair through tendrils of light.
A few moments pass in silence as she lies limply in his grasp, but he'll know that she's beginning to rouse by her one eye that still remains intact, showing the crimson iris as she blinks it open, looking up at him. ]
Noct...?
[ Strange how her chest rises and falls without lungs, how she speaks his name without air or vocal cords, or even half her lips. Visually her wounds are all light, and her voice is that same light, sounding both clearer and more distant because of it. She’s coming to, and her hand, shining instead of bleeding, raises. The backs of her fingers, too, upon his cheek may feel strange: it is energy translating into touch, manifesting into the physical, buzzing, careful and soft like a symphony tuning its instruments before the opening of a ballad. ]