a moment of weakness’
28. My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
It had been moons and moons since Defiant had first stepped foot inside such a crowded building; the first time it’d been dark and quiet and yet still so crammed full that it seemed to hold more people than she’d met in her entire life in the Spine. After all this time she should’ve gotten used to it… all the performances and balls and parties…
Yet here she was in the corner, perched on the very edge of a bench right beside a plant, trying to feel her swollen ankle, already so fat that she’d needed to unclasp the little strap that held it on. Defiant winced, biting back tears as she looked around… she wasn’t ENTIRELY sure who she’d tripped on, if it was a Roegadyn’s shuffling dancing feet or an entire lalafell or some passed out elezen or what, but she’d managed to wave off everyone’s concern long enough to get to the side.
And now… well. She had a variety of options, of course… she could… try and cast a teleport within the house, hope no one got concerned and… and then… what? She could get to her office and then call V’raka and Khushund to come get her… and then explain to everyone the next day that she’d been TOTALLY fine, no, seriously! Or she could sit here until the night wound down and perhaps someone would come up and…
…and thinking that they’d discreetly help her out and not fuss was probably a bit of a pipedream… she was blushing just thinking of being surrounded by worried faces and tried to press her weight onto her bad leg, only to feel it wobble. Ok, no, no, she’d just… she’d HOP… on one leg… and she could just… all she’d have to do was make it to the door and…
She could push herself upright, wobble, and fall directly into the buff arms of a particular miqo’te, heating her face all the more as she stared up into X’myra’s smirk, a purr rumbling the woman’s chest.
“Well hey there, dove… need a hand~?”
In terms of solutions, ‘carried princess-style out of the club by a SURPRISINGLY strong woman while people stared and Defiant felt her face go so hot she was certain she was about to melt’ could be called both effective and perhaps less than ideal, but it was the one she had, after all.