You're Terribelly Late

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AI GADA KLIRNES IN What was happening? Nuala had no idea. Threatened. Grabbed. Dragged into a room where... Luna looked in pain. Derrick was with her but... what was happening? If there was one that Nuala knew with great certainty if was that Derrick would never hurt Luna, so someone else must have. Maybe Derrick was helping her now, even if if didn't look like it. Nuala wasn't sure what the scene looked like. What was the thing in Derrick's hand? It was too dark for Nuala to really see. Not that it mattered now. She screamed, eyes panicked as a blade was held up against her neck. Her mind flashed back to scenes of Azgeda, the battle that had been raging in which her parents had been killed and she had escaped. Nuala was promised peace and safety, nothing like this was ever supposed to happen on the rig. Another scream cut through her throat. The man who had been holding her was dead. Everything was moving so fast and Nuala didn't know what to do. What could she do? It was impossible to take her eyes off the scene in front of her. Luna. Derrick. Fighting. Never had Nuala imagined she would see such a scene, even though she knew both of them were trained for such a thing. Every blow that she saw brought fresh tears to her eyes until... What had Luna done? What was happening? She heard as the door opened but didn't find much reason to care. Whoever was here, they were here too late. Nuala had lost another person she shouldn't have lost. Bellamy Blake || This little scene with Bell and Nuala is adorbell so let's expand on it!!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @nuala

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

They had come too late. There was still death, and Luna's reaction to holding the body she was . . . indicated who's death now destroyed another's life. Most of them understood the loss of a loved one. And now, Luna did to. Bellamy's priority had immediately gone to the young girl, his protective instinct kicking in as he rushed toward her, his hands going on either side of her. "Are you ok?" He asked in a low voice, but one that held genuine concern. He didn't know the girl; they didn't know anyone here. But that didn't make him feel less . . . obligated to take care of her in the wake of this gruesome scene. "I got you," he assured, helping her to a stand as she seemed frozen.

Understandably. Witness to the horrors of violence; the horrors of this war that they were fighting. This very incident proving that it was inescapabell. It would follow them everywhere. They never should have come here. They should have just left and not tried to force the chip. All they could do not was watch helplessly, and Luna mourned the death of someone she loved. It affected everyone in the room, watching in silence, in pain.

Triggering the moment that they all had to witness when someone they loved died. Bellamy was no exception to that . . . though he didn't witness it. She had just been ripped from him without any last words. Which was more merciful of a situation? He didn't know. When people felt like they could finally move again, Bellamy glanced over at Jasper to make sure he was alright, his arms still around the young girl as he looked down at her.

She looked to be in shock. He pulled off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders, the large size of it on her tiny frame covering most of her. Once that was done, he crouched down in front of her, blocking her gaze from Luna and the now deceased man. "Hey," he said in a continued low voice, any attempt to be soothing. She may be the last person he wanted to see . . . but he had to at least try. "What's your name?" He asked, hoping she would tell him. Hoping he would get something from her. Wanting to see how responsive she was. His hands moved to closet he front of the coat without zipping it, but rather, just holding it closed to engulf her in the warmth of the jacket.

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AI GADA KLIRNES IN Nuala hadn't even realised that she wasn't standing anymore. She didn't know when she had lost her balance, whether it had been when the man holding her had been killed or if it had been when she had been watching Luna -- she didn't want to even think the words of what had happened. Maybe if she didn't think it, didn't even dare to say it, it wouldn't have actually happened. Nuala was going to go with that and believe that, allowing her to somewhat stay calm in everything, at least calmer than she might otherwise be. There was a man now with her and Nuala stared at him, eyes wide and tears silently running down her cheeks. He was speaking to her in English and while she wasn't anywhere near fluent in the language, she held a small knowledge of it from her mother having been a warrior and the training she had been a part of when she was younger. There was enough of a knowledge with her to understand the simple words that the man spoke to her. Asking if she was okay. Giving her words of comfort -- at least, she guessed he meant them that way. He wasn't really the person she wanted with her then but she didn't know who she did want with her. Instead of giving the man a verbal reply, she instead brought her eyes away from him and back to Luna. Seeing the way she held him in her arms, hearing nothing for a moment but her cries of pain. Fresh tears spilt over onto Nuala's cheeks, something snapping in her to pull her at least slightly out of her zombie state. Enough to make the sound of a sob and feel a shiver run through her body. The man was putting a jacket on her as that happened and while the large garment felt unfamiliar over her small frame, Nuala didn't make any complaint on it. In a way, it did feel comforting, like a hug. Although no where near as warm as the hugs that Derrick always gave. As the man crouched down in front of her, Nuala shook her head, a delayed response to his question of whether she was okay. No, she wasn't. She had been promised safety by both Luna and Derrick on her arrival to the rig, a refuge from the horrors of Azgeda. "Ai nou gada klirnes in," she said in a mumbled voice. I don't have safety. She noticed the way that the man had managed to block her view of Luna and Derrick, and for a moment she strained her head, not wanting to look away, not wanting Derrick to just disappear. But she couldn't really looked past his broad shoulders, not without moving her feet and she wasn't quite sure she was ready to do that yet. If she moved her feet, she might fall to the ground. So she had no choice but to put her attention back onto the man. He was speaking again, his voice softer. Nuala could understand him asking for her name. "Nuala." Why she was actually giving her name to the man, to the stranger, she didn't know. She still didn't know who she wanted with her and he was being nice, as nice as everyone in Flourkru was. "Why are you... with me?" she asked him, hoping she used the right words. He was a stranger and not from there, after what she had just witnessed, she had reason to ask that. To feel a little uneasy, as much as he seemed nice so far.  Bellamy Blake || Sooo angsty!