((First of all you’re evil considering what’s ICly going on right now and second <3))
“Ow’s mah girleh doin?” Her voice was harsh and dry despite the fact it was filling with blood. It was dribbling out of her mouth, running down her cheek and ear as she struggled to breathe and did nothing more than push more of the red life blood out of her already struggling body. Her grip on him was tenuous at best, her fingers gripping at the mail links of his tunic as if though trying to grab on to something more, something sturdier, but her dying body could not, would not, obey.
“She’s.." Doing bad. She cries all the time. She hardly eats. She hardly sleeps. She blames her Loa, she blames herself. She misses you, she loves you, and this will kill her. "Good."
She made a sound that might have been a laugh but turned into a cough, more blood bubbling and sliding out of her mouth to join the small but growing pool beneath her. “Ya lyin’…ah knew ya was a bad liah, moon boy…but ah know ya takin’ care’a ‘er. Ah know ya are..ya…” Her eyes fluttered, the copper color of her skin growing paler with each word she spoke. The light was slowly leaving her eyes as her blood was leaving her body. “She…gon…kill me fah dis..” Again her fingers scrabbled at his mail, the nails scratching lightly against the metal links. But her grip was weaker this time, her breathing heavy and labored. “Ya…call’er..fah…me?”
"Of course.” It had been the second thing he had done after he found Rak’yat, her body leaning against the stone pillars that led up to the gates. At the time, calling Otieno come out and discover her dying lover had been the last thing on his mind. Off the gauntlets had come, his hands scurrying over her torn and shredded clothing to get to the arrow that had pierced her. He did not need to ask where it had come from…he had a feeling he already knew.
‘Rak'yat, stay still’. He remembered saying that, his voice attempting to remain steady as he accessed her. He had pulled her tunic aside, all modesty forgotten as he searched for the entrance wound. It had been difficult- her back and front had been so thoroughly coated in blood, and he didn’t know if it was her blood or not, that finding it had taken longer than he would have like. It was a hollow feeling when he realized that it had punctured her lungs, the long wooden shaft of the arrow piercing through her ribs, the shaft all having been broken off to leave the arrow head firmly planted in her body. He knew he couldn’t pull it out, and a wound like this…
And then she had grabbed his hand in typical Sandfury fashion. ‘Et don’ ‘urt,’ she had said, and the blood had slid down her lips to join the mire that stained her clothing.
And now it had come to this, the Sandfury in his arms as she lay dying in them, her eyes, the light leaving them, staring up at the sun that burned overhead. Behind him could hear Otieno’s screams and cries, Rak’yat’s name leaving her lips as she rushed over to her dying lover.
“Rak’yat!” It was hard for her to speak or breathe; the sobs come out of her body in racking waves and the tears that spilled from her eyes blinded the hydromancer, rolling down her cheeks to drop upon Rak’yats, grief joining the blood. “No, no…oh Loa no..mah heart…" And Otieno’s hand brushed over the woman who was before her, leaving streaks through gore and grime. She looked up at the Shaman, her face a mask of pain and rage. “-HEAL- her!”
"Otieno….I don’t think I c-”
“HEAL HER!” And now her voice was a torrent of rage that broke over him.
“Mah girleh…” And now it was Rak’yat’s voice again, soft, struggling. “Ya know ‘e can’…” Tears were in her eyes as she looked up at Otieno, a smile, small and strained on her face. “Ya know ‘e can’…” She made no struggle as her hand was lifted to Otieno’s face, the woman above her sobbing. “Ya sah loveleh, mah ‘eart…sah loveleh..”
He couldn’t listen after that. He sat Rak’yat in Otieno’s arms before he stood and moved away. He felt indecent, a stranger to the grief and death that took place behind him. He wanted to not listen but he couldn’t help but to listen; Otieno’s sobs and pleas, Rak’yat’s dying breaths…
And then it was over, and Otieno’s scream pushed through the sky, straight through the air..straight through him.
He looked down at his blood soaked hands and his blood coated armor, and he realized he was shaking, and in his heart he knew that Otieno would never be able to forgive him, for now she had lost Rak’yat twice to a man- the one who had shot her with an arrow and the one that had killed her by leaving it.