halfbrokenwings | 005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

The first sensation she registered was a growing burning sensation in the middle of her back. It was uncomfortable and quite quickly growing unbearable. Eyes opened and she scrambled to a sitting position. She did not know why she was in the room, or even who she was, but she knew that something was wrong with her wings. Instincts made her unfurl them to ease the hurt, like an eagle spreading his in a stretch before a flight.

What came unexpected was the sudden explosion of pain from her left shoulder. There was the sound of bone grinding on bone and a scream tore it's way from her throat. Between one second and the next she very briefly lost consciousness and ended up on her side. Her wings were bound in some contraption and something was wrong with at least one of them. She didn't know why. Tears of pain clouded her vision and she clawed at the buckles of the bloodstained harness that bound her body and wings. The bone in her shoulder resettled at an unnatural angle and caused more pain-filled whimpers.

Frantically she yanked at the straps around her body, crying out occasionally. She fought like a wild animal that was caught in a trap- against a contraption she didn't understand but with the driving force to be gone and away from the thing that was causing her so much pain.

[[_{ooc: She died ...if so inclined you'll hear a scream throughout the barracks and possibly right outside of her window.}]]

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Sollux flinches as she shudders. He reaches towards her, but stops and draws his hand back.

He had NO IDEA what to do or say here. He couldn't tell her everything was safe here, as far as he knew Alex was still at the keep.

"I..." FUCK, what does he do, what does he do?! "I'll protect you, okay? You don't have to worry."

The words are spilling out of his mouth without pause to think first.

Sollux spoke.

It pulled her out of the past and into the present. She looks up at him with hope written all over her face, Isabella wanted that. There was this feeling of being completely alone that accompanied all of the memories so far and here was someone to share with and who would protect her?

"Y-you will?" Her eyes might be shining a little more than they usually do. "Th-Thank you!"

"Yeah, I will...or I'll try at least." Because he really hadn't done a very good job of it under the tower. "So you don't need to break down or anything, I'll help you get through this and I'll make sure everything's alright."

...He didn't believe that for two seconds, but he'd try, damnit.

Well she believes you. That's what counts, right?

She is moved. She knows, with the first bits of certainty that she's felt since she's 'awaken'- that there was more locked behind the wall that held her memories. That if they were as vivid as the memory of lycanthropes she would be in trouble doing this alone.

She stands, biting her lip against whatever was wrong with her wing, and hugs Sollux with a smile. She couldn't think of more to say than that.

Sollux freezes as she hugs him, but he doesn't react to it quite as badly as he did last time. He awkwardly reaches up and pats her back a little before just...waiting for it to be over.

She lets him go and sits back down with a smile, even if it turns in a grimace for a moment.

"It, means a lot. I am a bit... enixem ...scared of all of this. I don't know what happened, or will happen, or can happen." She sighs. "I can't think, i've ... blood on me. Are you sure?"

"None of us really know what's happening here, and nobody has any idea what can or will happen." He sits down next to her, careful to remain far enough away not to sit on the wings or anything.

"You'll probably be able to think more better when the shock has passed. The blood looks old, its probably from..." Er, no, bringing up her death is probably not a good idea. "...well you don't have to worry about it."

He stifles a yawn...bed is comfy and he's still exhausted from everything he did the other day. "What do you mean am I sure?"

"Are you sure ... to protect me?" It sounds odd to her, but the first question had been so natural it slipped out. "Do you know if I am a lycanthrope?"

There, that is a better question.

It would explain the blood.

She rubs her forehead, "My head also hurts from all of this. So much happening in such a erox'z zace... short time? Is this normal?"

"Of course I'm sure, I said so didn't I?" Actually if he'd thought before speaking he probably wouldn't have said that, but he wasn't about to take it back. That'd look bad, and it seemed to mean so much to her.

"No, you aren't.
"Uh...I can't say about the headache, sorry."

She gives him a smile. He was so nice. Isabella hopes that she can find the memories that have him soon, she would like to know for certainty who she was speaking with.

She puts her head in her hands. She didn't want more memories but one came anyways, just one- not a massive press like the lycanthrope memory, where it seemed to spawn everything connected at the same time. This was just a simple time.

"I think... I can ... remember music."

"Music? You like music." ...or he thought she did. He didn't really know much at all about her, why did he think he could help her remember things?

God, this had been a terrible idea, he should just go and maybe find someone better to help her. But getting up seems like a lot more work than he thought it'd be when he sat down.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can really help you actually remember."

"I really think that I do."

Though she can't remember a song or a note even, her fingers move on her temple, playing a scale to an instrument she did not know.

She looks to him and shakes her head.

"You are doing more for me than I could do by myself. I don't think this would be a good idea on my own."

Especially the blood on her part.

"I'm not really doing anything." Except given how much he'd fucked up to get her in this state, it might be best if he just sat by and watched her or something. If she freaked out again he might actually be useful.

"Do you know what kinds of music I liked? Or a song?" She grimaced, the headache was getting to be too much. "Or have anything for the headache?"

"...no, I don't know much about music."

He rubs his head a bit. "I can't do anything about my headaches, so I don't know how you'd handle yours. Sorry."

His words make her look at him and then look at herself. It was likely obvious before and she knew the lack of wings but, "We're different."

It is a revelation of a kind.

"What are we?"

Oh man, that question made him feel really, really stupid. "...I'm a troll. I don't actually know what you are."

"Oh." She blinked.

There's a silence from her while she processes that bit. Then she tries to smile, "Then I guess, we'll find out together."

"I...guess." He's terribly confused as to why she's not angry with him at that, though. Not knowing someone's species seemed kind of rude.
But then she never seemed like the type to get upset with people, even when he tried to tell her to leave him alone after the issue with the spider bites.

Sollux sighs and rubs his head. He's still exhausted, and being thrown so off guard here has made him pretty confused and somewhat sluggish mentally.

She looks over at him, "Are you okay?" She noticed he was rubbing his head, "Do you have a headache too?"

She glances around the room, was this her room or his? Perhaps someone else's even?

"No, well, yes...but that's normal. I'm just a little tired, its okay, don't worry about me."

She frowns. She really did not like these normal headaches. Perhaps they got used to them over time?

From where she was sitting she could see various bolts of colorful cloth. Very colorful cloth and things on top of it. She didn't know the name for what they were yet. There was paper ontop of the dresser, things written on it, odd symbols. There was thread there too, more outlandish colors.

"Who's... place? Is this?"

"Its your room....uh...at least I think its your room. Do you not remember how you got here either?"

She shakes her head.

"I woke up with that," She points to the discarded harness. "Binding me and causing pain. Nothing before."

Which was still frustrating.She looks around again, and a little smirk starts in the corner of her mouth, " I seem to like color."

Understatement.

"You just woke up here? That's how it worked when we all showed up here..."

...Was she new here? A different version of Isabella then had been here before? Some version from another timeline or...or was that just how death worked here? Nick and Nepeta had come back, and Talia had mentioned people returning on the Elegante.

"...I don't know if that means anything, though."

He looks over her room, since he hadn't really done so before. "Yeah, I guess you do. I don't know what you did before you got here, but I know you can sew...maybe you did that."

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