07-20-2018, 11:55 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]She wasn't moving. No. Scratch that. She wasn't going to move, subconsciously deciding that she was going to stay exactly where she had been in a fit of shock. Because her father was still there. Because she could save him. Because he didn't have to die this time.
The rough treatment did very little to spur her out of that, if anything it made her even more obstinate, snarling in Ada's face as the girl tried to rouse her out of her mind. "No!" the snarl could compete with that of a feral animal, and the weasel scurried back from her, baring her teeth defensively, eyes wide and seeing but not her. No, it was not Ada infront of Sombra's face, it was every single person she hated. Everyone she wanted to kill. Everyone who had been there and watched everything burn simply because they could.
Ada was only lucky that Sombra's mind was too preoccupied with different things at the given moment, or she would have surely thrown herself at the girl's throat the second she had touched her.
"¡no me toques!"
Spitting at Ada she turned around, desperately clawing at the furniture in her room to try and clamber up and away from her reach, to get as far away from her as possible and to save him. She wouldn't let him die. She refused to let him die. Not again. Not now. Not when she had a choice.
"¡No dejaré que lo mates!"
She wouldn't let them kill him.
In any other instance, perhaps seeing Versailles could have calmed her down, could have done anything to get her to stop panicking. But she was too far gone in her mind to understand, trying to fight with a fate that had already passed, trying to change what had already happened, all under the false pretense that it was still going on. That she was five, but at the same time so much more, and that somehow... this time things could go better.
It was why, when the girl picked her up, Sombra fought back yet again, shrieking curses in both Spanish and English and demanding to be put down, no matter who it was or what they wanted, to either save her deceased father or, this time, die with him.
The rough treatment did very little to spur her out of that, if anything it made her even more obstinate, snarling in Ada's face as the girl tried to rouse her out of her mind. "No!" the snarl could compete with that of a feral animal, and the weasel scurried back from her, baring her teeth defensively, eyes wide and seeing but not her. No, it was not Ada infront of Sombra's face, it was every single person she hated. Everyone she wanted to kill. Everyone who had been there and watched everything burn simply because they could.
Ada was only lucky that Sombra's mind was too preoccupied with different things at the given moment, or she would have surely thrown herself at the girl's throat the second she had touched her.
"¡no me toques!"
Spitting at Ada she turned around, desperately clawing at the furniture in her room to try and clamber up and away from her reach, to get as far away from her as possible and to save him. She wouldn't let him die. She refused to let him die. Not again. Not now. Not when she had a choice.
"¡No dejaré que lo mates!"
She wouldn't let them kill him.
In any other instance, perhaps seeing Versailles could have calmed her down, could have done anything to get her to stop panicking. But she was too far gone in her mind to understand, trying to fight with a fate that had already passed, trying to change what had already happened, all under the false pretense that it was still going on. That she was five, but at the same time so much more, and that somehow... this time things could go better.
It was why, when the girl picked her up, Sombra fought back yet again, shrieking curses in both Spanish and English and demanding to be put down, no matter who it was or what they wanted, to either save her deceased father or, this time, die with him.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden