It's easy to let him clean her up, to wipe the blood from her face, to clear it from her cheeks, her lips. Hermione is afraid to look at herself, to see the blood trapped under her nails, to dare raise her head and thinking about the fact that even her teeth might be stained with it, the way that she had lurched and attacked. She had been nothing more than a primal force, a dangerous one, a dangerous predator, and the gasps of air still haven't quieted. It's like she's having a panic attack with no relief, her eyes still stuck on Dorian.
The image of Adela, swinging in the barely there breeze, makes her grip on to Gilgamesh. Her hand lifts to grab at him, clenching tight around a wrist as his hand touches her, clean, and she watches as the blood on her fingertips passes down to him. She would draw away if she wasn't so desperate for comfort, so helplessly afraid and haunted - if she turned her head she would see the body, she would see bone and flesh torn asunder, she would see what she had caused, and she would be sick.
"I didn't have to kill her," she whispers. "I could have brought her back to the Citadel, asked who sent her, fought to find out more. I was just so angry and my magic, all of it was almost gone, they knew I could have escaped... They took him from me and all I wanted to do was make sure they didn't take anyone else. I couldn't let them hurt anyone else because of me."
She could have stepped forward and let the sword go through her, but Dorian - Dorian had died for her and in that moment, that bleak, awful moment, she hadn't seen anything but his death. It didn't come to mind that he was immortal, that he would wake up and find her crying over his body, that he would see the mess she had made and judge her for it. All that she could think was that someone had killed him and if she didn't find a way to stop it she was going to did as well. He was protecting her.
It's too easy for her to turn, to shift and press herself into Gilgamesh's arms, her forehead against his shoulder as she cries. Her pain is her punishment, her heart is broken inside of her and she doesn't know what else to do other than let it all out with her tears, hitching breathing suffocating her. Gilgamesh is right, Dorian will come back, he is his Master and her best friend, he'll come back whole and with his shard and then she'll never let go of him again.
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The image of Adela, swinging in the barely there breeze, makes her grip on to Gilgamesh. Her hand lifts to grab at him, clenching tight around a wrist as his hand touches her, clean, and she watches as the blood on her fingertips passes down to him. She would draw away if she wasn't so desperate for comfort, so helplessly afraid and haunted - if she turned her head she would see the body, she would see bone and flesh torn asunder, she would see what she had caused, and she would be sick.
"I didn't have to kill her," she whispers. "I could have brought her back to the Citadel, asked who sent her, fought to find out more. I was just so angry and my magic, all of it was almost gone, they knew I could have escaped... They took him from me and all I wanted to do was make sure they didn't take anyone else. I couldn't let them hurt anyone else because of me."
She could have stepped forward and let the sword go through her, but Dorian - Dorian had died for her and in that moment, that bleak, awful moment, she hadn't seen anything but his death. It didn't come to mind that he was immortal, that he would wake up and find her crying over his body, that he would see the mess she had made and judge her for it. All that she could think was that someone had killed him and if she didn't find a way to stop it she was going to did as well. He was protecting her.
It's too easy for her to turn, to shift and press herself into Gilgamesh's arms, her forehead against his shoulder as she cries. Her pain is her punishment, her heart is broken inside of her and she doesn't know what else to do other than let it all out with her tears, hitching breathing suffocating her. Gilgamesh is right, Dorian will come back, he is his Master and her best friend, he'll come back whole and with his shard and then she'll never let go of him again.