| A massive multi-faceted crystal made up of countless others looms over several smaller similar growths. It's a crystalline garden, but somehow the crystals that make it up seem possessed of life, especially two brightly-shining ones that seem newer than the others somehow. They're all like stars.
Beneath the huge structure, a young girl lays nearly motionless. Blood soaks her dress from an ugly wound visible through the tears in the fabric. Only the faintest rise and fall of her chest suggests she is still breathing, though labored. There's a resigned smile that touches her lips, now that she understands. It's over, for Sailor Lethe: No more battles.
Mnemosyne's hand covers her wound... one last effort to try and stop the bleeding -- though as anyone can see the situation is hopeless. She coughs -- blood beginning to trickle into her airway as she looks to the sky... Then down to the fallen soldier beside her. Until the very end, they'd fought together... a sailor team. Leaning her head to the side where Lethe lay, her body turned just slightly in her direction, her hand twitching slightly -- searching for the one at Lethe's side.(( a result of the battle, here. warning for blood / violence -- replies will be coming from both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) drinkandforget and memorywaters )) |
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