[it only took a century! and it wasn't even a win, but a draw. hand in unlovable hand and all that.
mizu's torso is a mess of frostbitten flesh and sluggishly bleeding stab wounds. not immediately fatal, having missed the vital organs. but that almost makes it worse. exsanguination is a terrible thing. slow. mizu may be a healer, sure. but it's hard to do any actual healing when you're the one currently bleeding out on the ground and there's nobody around to help. numbness has already began to creep up mizu's fingertips. everything feels cold. any healing magic used now feels more like putting a piece of tape over a gaping wound.
and then childe stabs down one last time, and it's suddenly so much worse.
mizu's vision explodes. staticky and blurry and nauseating. the knife cleaves through the left eye, white hot pain overtaking that entire side of the head. mizu screams, voice gone raw by this point, and shoves childe's now rapidly rotting corpse away. they're both a terrible sight. bloody and covered in withering yellow petals. bright red frosting over their weapons. distantly, mizu wonders who's going to break the news to childe's family this time... assuming they're not being murder by the borisin at this very moment.
panting, mizu looks to the sides. dizzy and sluggish and slowly dying, but searching for someone. where the fuck is hoolay?]
the borisin are everywhere. they've overwhelmed the citizens, let free by hoolay. he no longer cares about secrecy - that cat was out of the bag the second childe started to snap. he's curled up, slowly rotting away, but mizu can see his face. he's not dead, not yet. he's slowly dying, watching mizu with a look that's something like betrayal but also just... longing, maybe. like he wanted things to go right, this time.
the city is going to burn. the ports are open, and maybe they could escape - but here's the thing, the guards know. hoolay didn't get the chance to kill all of the witnesses. so it's very possible that this could work out, that the general... which general, one of the generals, the name is hard to grasp - could get rid of the threat. all that mizu knows now is that he's dying.
there's no fixing this. nobody will be here in time to save him, but that's alright, maybe. in war, you have to make difficult decisions. and sometimes, you won't be around to see the result, you just have to trust that others will take what you've done and make something of it.
what are mizu's last thoughts as he bleeds to death on the streets of the luofu, surrounded by battle? ]
even as mizu's thoughts begin to wind down, it's difficult not to linger on what ifs and what could have beens. the ship has erupted in chaos. blood paints the streets. a friend, thought long lost, now lays dying. was there any way to reach a better outcome than this? the phantom impressions of a life led by somebody else seem to indicate that maybe there was another way. maybe so many people didn't need to die today.
but it hardly matters. regrets change nothing.
you can only ever live with the choices you make.
but these are not mizu's final thoughts. not quite.
in the last moments before slipping into that peaceful oblivious, mizu looks at childe and thinks—
i shouldn't have stopped to talk to you.
followed by another thought, turning to stare at the sky (or whatever functions as a sky here), head lolling to the side nearly limp.
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holyspirits) wrote2025-02-16 05:05 pm
cw: eye trauma
mizu's torso is a mess of frostbitten flesh and sluggishly bleeding stab wounds. not immediately fatal, having missed the vital organs. but that almost makes it worse. exsanguination is a terrible thing. slow. mizu may be a healer, sure. but it's hard to do any actual healing when you're the one currently bleeding out on the ground and there's nobody around to help. numbness has already began to creep up mizu's fingertips. everything feels cold. any healing magic used now feels more like putting a piece of tape over a gaping wound.
and then childe stabs down one last time, and it's suddenly so much worse.
mizu's vision explodes. staticky and blurry and nauseating. the knife cleaves through the left eye, white hot pain overtaking that entire side of the head. mizu screams, voice gone raw by this point, and shoves childe's now rapidly rotting corpse away. they're both a terrible sight. bloody and covered in withering yellow petals. bright red frosting over their weapons. distantly, mizu wonders who's going to break the news to childe's family this time... assuming they're not being murder by the borisin at this very moment.
panting, mizu looks to the sides. dizzy and sluggish and slowly dying, but searching for someone. where the fuck is hoolay?]
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the borisin are everywhere. they've overwhelmed the citizens, let free by hoolay. he no longer cares about secrecy - that cat was out of the bag the second childe started to snap. he's curled up, slowly rotting away, but mizu can see his face. he's not dead, not yet. he's slowly dying, watching mizu with a look that's something like betrayal but also just... longing, maybe. like he wanted things to go right, this time.
the city is going to burn. the ports are open, and maybe they could escape - but here's the thing, the guards know. hoolay didn't get the chance to kill all of the witnesses. so it's very possible that this could work out, that the general... which general, one of the generals, the name is hard to grasp - could get rid of the threat. all that mizu knows now is that he's dying.
there's no fixing this. nobody will be here in time to save him, but that's alright, maybe. in war, you have to make difficult decisions. and sometimes, you won't be around to see the result, you just have to trust that others will take what you've done and make something of it.
what are mizu's last thoughts as he bleeds to death on the streets of the luofu, surrounded by battle? ]
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even as mizu's thoughts begin to wind down, it's difficult not to linger on what ifs and what could have beens. the ship has erupted in chaos. blood paints the streets. a friend, thought long lost, now lays dying. was there any way to reach a better outcome than this? the phantom impressions of a life led by somebody else seem to indicate that maybe there was another way. maybe so many people didn't need to die today.
but it hardly matters. regrets change nothing.
you can only ever live with the choices you make.
but these are not mizu's final thoughts. not quite.
in the last moments before slipping into that peaceful oblivious, mizu looks at childe and thinks—
i shouldn't have stopped to talk to you.
followed by another thought, turning to stare at the sky (or whatever functions as a sky here), head lolling to the side nearly limp.
shit. i should have just stabbed that bastard.
fuck you, hoolay.
and that's all she wrote, folks!]