[ the staff is jammed into the wall about waist high to prevent his movement. A dark, murderous smirk appears on her lips. :> <3 ] Where are you going, sweetheart~?
[ she looks up and the green flashes back to life in her eyes, which widen. The lightning hits her, and it quite clearly hurts, but she refuses to open her mouth or her eyes after the blow. ]
[ her fingernails dig into her sleeves. O-ow, man. lightning hurts. Well, it hurts Martel, anyway. In the moment of unexpected danger, something seems to have switched. Static dances all across her body. ]
[if Yuan were any kind of sane person, or his usual self, he would've taken this chance to flee. But for some reason, seeing this woman in pain is like a knife to the heart. So, really, he's just rooted to the spot again.]
[ her hand touches Yuan's face, and she smiles sadly. ]
I don't want to hurt you. You were afraid off the thing inside of me. A devil I..sold my soul to. I'm sorry.. [ :< ilubb. WE'D STAY IF WE WEREn"T AFRAID OF HURTING YOU ;A; ]
Completely losing all sense of rational thought, he pulls Martel into a firm embrace. There's a good chance he'll die because of this, but that notion hasn't really occurred to him yet.]
[ she grasps onto him as if she'd been holding back the entire time. ] ..it was foolish and..stupid of me to even think she would..follow through on her promise..
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Lightning!
[prepare to get zapped, evildoer!]
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[ her fingernails dig into her sleeves. O-ow, man. lightning hurts. Well, it hurts Martel, anyway. In the moment of unexpected danger, something seems to have switched. Static dances all across her body. ]
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Yuan.. [ Martel's soft voice is barely heard above a whisper. She bites her lip a bit, preventing herself from speaking further. ]
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Martel!
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[he's losing a third Martel? Already? B-but...]
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I don't want to hurt you. You were afraid off the thing inside of me. A devil I..sold my soul to. I'm sorry.. [ :< ilubb. WE'D STAY IF WE WEREn"T AFRAID OF HURTING YOU ;A; ]
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Completely losing all sense of rational thought, he pulls Martel into a firm embrace. There's a good chance he'll die because of this, but that notion hasn't really occurred to him yet.]
I'm sorry.
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What did you ask of her?
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