[She barely registers the warmth of blood as it spreads across her chest and stomach. Unaware of what is hers and what is his. Rose makes no effort to slow the collapse of his body, the Dhampir merely wavering on the spot for a moment as the adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins only a moment ago, starts to dissipate.
Covered in blood that is more Dimitris' than her own, her gaze shifts to Mark. Her own eyes bordering on vacant but in that moment, she gets what he's saying without words (SM 27) and merely nods her head, lips pressed into a grim line.
It's only then that Rose becomes painfully aware of everyone around her, the bloodied stake in her hand, the lifeless corpse at her feet and her gaze lifts to Wynn now, her own expression unreadable at first as Rose barely registers the closing of her wounds from Myri's magic.]
It's over. [And yet there's a lack of certainty in those two words, like she won't fully believe it until it comes from the man in front of her (Wynn) and it's almost like she's looking for his understanding, if not his forgiveness right now.]
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Covered in blood that is more Dimitris' than her own, her gaze shifts to Mark. Her own eyes bordering on vacant but in that moment, she gets what he's saying without words (SM 27) and merely nods her head, lips pressed into a grim line.
It's only then that Rose becomes painfully aware of everyone around her, the bloodied stake in her hand, the lifeless corpse at her feet and her gaze lifts to Wynn now, her own expression unreadable at first as Rose barely registers the closing of her wounds from Myri's magic.]
It's over. [And yet there's a lack of certainty in those two words, like she won't fully believe it until it comes from the man in front of her (Wynn) and it's almost like she's looking for his understanding, if not his forgiveness right now.]