[ It gets worse before it gets better. The shackles, briefly imbued with a new more forceful life constrict around her like a hungry snake and steal the breath from her lungs, threatening to crush her bones into the same sort of ivory splinters that had created the cage itself.
And then, suddenly its gone.
Zero gasps for breath, her desperate need for oxygen at odds with the burning pain in her lungs. In the process of it all she's fallen against the floor. The cool marble on her face is some sort of relief all of this feels like a terrible fever being broken. The pain is still present but it's more an annoying, persistent electrical zap rather than scorching suffocation.
Belatedly, she notices the most humiliating part of it is gone.
Zero lifts her body first though her head feels too heavy to pick up and stays against the floor. She has to twist her head to look at Suletta, it looks almost like her neck is broken when she's like this. ]
You got rid of it.
[ She is of course, referring to the worst part. ]
[ Suletta’s closed her eyes again, her throat still aching and now exhaustion taking over to fill in what spaces the pain did not. She is close to drifting off when her work is complete when Zero speaks up. Her eyes crack open slowly: a moment’s flash of dulled-over turquoise in the gloomy dark.
Her gaze tilts sideways when she is done with her perfunctory observation of Zero, seemingly disinterested.]
That part is gone. It won’t come back.
[She has not stammered in some time. Not since she’d begun the work.] The rest will be a few days… a week or so. It takes a while for the spell to bind to you again.
[ For some time they both sit there, breathing in time, struggling to funnel air into their bodies. Zero stands first, pushing herself up with both hands before standing up, feet wobbling.
Without warning she reaches for Suletta and picks her up with an ease that someone of her stature should not be capable of. She throws her over her shoulder with a grunt, walking just a few steps forward so she can fling her onto the bed- it is plush enough that there is no impact, just a bit of bounce.
Silent still Zero leaves Suletta so she can rifle through her dresser, flipping through lace and chiffon until she finds something suitably simple enough to be comfortable. She returns with a simple night gown: soft cotton, enough to keep her warm. ]
[It had been her expectation that she'd be left alone until, exhausted from the burden she'd amassed with her overuse of magic, she'd be allowed to float restlessly into unconsciousness until her mother inevitably arrived. She can feel her magic even at this distance, can almost see — provided she focuses hard enough — the tumultuous smoky red of it flaring in angry and jagged arcs around her as she speaks with another silhouette, one that doesn't shine nearly as brightly. She was livid even from floors away. It was like heat coming off a furnace.
Suletta is distracted by her growing unease when her Lady lifts her with no problem at all. She tenses, as terrified as a hunted rabbit and still soaked to the bone with salt water. When Zero tosses her unceremoniously on the bed, she's surprised it doesn't hurt. She forces herself up to take the night gown with hands that twitch and shake like an old woman's.]
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And then, suddenly its gone.
Zero gasps for breath, her desperate need for oxygen at odds with the burning pain in her lungs. In the process of it all she's fallen against the floor. The cool marble on her face is some sort of relief all of this feels like a terrible fever being broken. The pain is still present but it's more an annoying, persistent electrical zap rather than scorching suffocation.
Belatedly, she notices the most humiliating part of it is gone.
Zero lifts her body first though her head feels too heavy to pick up and stays against the floor. She has to twist her head to look at Suletta, it looks almost like her neck is broken when she's like this. ]
You got rid of it.
[ She is of course, referring to the worst part. ]
How long? How long will it last?
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Her gaze tilts sideways when she is done with her perfunctory observation of Zero, seemingly disinterested.]
That part is gone. It won’t come back.
[She has not stammered in some time. Not since she’d begun the work.] The rest will be a few days… a week or so. It takes a while for the spell to bind to you again.
[Her eyes close again.]
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Without warning she reaches for Suletta and picks her up with an ease that someone of her stature should not be capable of. She throws her over her shoulder with a grunt, walking just a few steps forward so she can fling her onto the bed- it is plush enough that there is no impact, just a bit of bounce.
Silent still Zero leaves Suletta so she can rifle through her dresser, flipping through lace and chiffon until she finds something suitably simple enough to be comfortable. She returns with a simple night gown: soft cotton, enough to keep her warm. ]
You smell like a fisherman.
[ Is all she has to offer. ]
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Suletta is distracted by her growing unease when her Lady lifts her with no problem at all. She tenses, as terrified as a hunted rabbit and still soaked to the bone with salt water. When Zero tosses her unceremoniously on the bed, she's surprised it doesn't hurt. She forces herself up to take the night gown with hands that twitch and shake like an old woman's.]
Ah... thank you.