Lydia stifled a cry as the sword went in, moving forward with an aborted motion. She trusted John as much as she could trust anyone at the moment. She had to. There was no one else. But it still...
The whole fight made something twist inside of her, as if part of her was rioting in concert with the battle raging between the two souls she'd loved most in her life. If she hated one now more than she believed possible, well...two sides. One coin. It played into a lot of things around them, apparently.
John's voice, speaking to her, not to the ghost, a request she could fill, broke the reverie, spell woven by far more than the magic in the room, and she moved without thinking. Her body felt like ice, but she didn't heed it, getting the bag and bringing it to him, digging out the leaves he'd used earlier, some part of her having noted them exactly, though her eyes never left the sword.
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Date: 2010-11-14 06:56 am (UTC)The whole fight made something twist inside of her, as if part of her was rioting in concert with the battle raging between the two souls she'd loved most in her life. If she hated one now more than she believed possible, well...two sides. One coin. It played into a lot of things around them, apparently.
John's voice, speaking to her, not to the ghost, a request she could fill, broke the reverie, spell woven by far more than the magic in the room, and she moved without thinking. Her body felt like ice, but she didn't heed it, getting the bag and bringing it to him, digging out the leaves he'd used earlier, some part of her having noted them exactly, though her eyes never left the sword.