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thearena2014-09-24 02:42 pm
fiercestwarrior) wrote in thearena2014-09-24 02:42 pm
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[Closed] Oh death rock me asleep
Who| Sif, Thane, Thor
What| Time for some people to die in a suitably dramatic fashion
Where| Somewhere on the third floor
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Vomiting, murder, awkwardly timed love confessions
It doesn't take her very long to figure out that she shouldn't have drunk the water from one of the fountains, the violent vomiting up of (it feels like) everything she has ever eaten in her centuries long life being a quite excellent clue. The painful cramps are another hint, and she wishes a drawn-out and very painful death on whoever had gotten it in their sick head to poison the water. She assumes it must be their tormentors, wanting some more entertainment out of them.
It's difficult to move, but she does anyway, hoping to make it back to the Avengers store to curl up there until the cramps subside, hoping that Thor will turn up soon to stand guard over her until she has some better control of her body. She does not allow herself to think that perhaps whatever poison is affecting her now is actually a deadly one, she will find out soon enough in any case. It doesn't matter, what matters is that she must keep moving.
Her hearing is still somewhat damaged from the alarm incident, something she is keenly aware of now in her vulnerable state as she hobbles through the arena like an ancient old crone, bent over and hugging herself tightly as if he is trying to actually hold herself together. Will she hear an attacker coming? She isn't sure. Another thing she doesn't let herself think too hard about, all she can do is try to stay as alert as she can and hope that it is enough.
What| Time for some people to die in a suitably dramatic fashion
Where| Somewhere on the third floor
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Vomiting, murder, awkwardly timed love confessions
It doesn't take her very long to figure out that she shouldn't have drunk the water from one of the fountains, the violent vomiting up of (it feels like) everything she has ever eaten in her centuries long life being a quite excellent clue. The painful cramps are another hint, and she wishes a drawn-out and very painful death on whoever had gotten it in their sick head to poison the water. She assumes it must be their tormentors, wanting some more entertainment out of them.
It's difficult to move, but she does anyway, hoping to make it back to the Avengers store to curl up there until the cramps subside, hoping that Thor will turn up soon to stand guard over her until she has some better control of her body. She does not allow herself to think that perhaps whatever poison is affecting her now is actually a deadly one, she will find out soon enough in any case. It doesn't matter, what matters is that she must keep moving.
Her hearing is still somewhat damaged from the alarm incident, something she is keenly aware of now in her vulnerable state as she hobbles through the arena like an ancient old crone, bent over and hugging herself tightly as if he is trying to actually hold herself together. Will she hear an attacker coming? She isn't sure. Another thing she doesn't let herself think too hard about, all she can do is try to stay as alert as she can and hope that it is enough.
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He keeps his eye contact steady, but he falls silent when it is certain she has something more to say. It's as if someone just hit the restart button on his brain, and it's clear in the way his eyes dull and light up in surprise. It's hard to restrain his expression as he finds himself at a loss for words. It cannot be true, she cannot mean it- but she would not lie at such a moment. He knows he doesn't have much time, she's fading fast and he doesn't want her last moments to be him scrambling in disbelief.
"Sif.." It's hard to imagine what else he could say, he brushes a stray hair from her face gently, keeping his eyes on her at all times even as the urge to yell in protest boils in him. "I didn't know." He adds faintly, and he wonders why he needed to say that.
His hand continues to brush her cheek comfortingly and he hushes both her and himself, taking comfort in trying to ease her. "We will meet again soon." He assures, for lack of anything better to say.
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The words escape her with a faint sigh, and a corner of her mouth quirks up in a smile that is barely there and yet somehow manages to be immeasurably tender.
She wants to say more, wants to tell him that it's alright, that he didn't know because she didn't let him know, but there is no strenth left in her.
And so the good lady Sif dies, in the arms of the man she loves in a manner most suitable to such dramatic individuals, though in such moments who really cares what is suitable or not?
Sif most certainly doesn't. She won't be caring about much of anything for a little while, until she is resurrected again and Thor's words prove to be true. They will see one another again.