Xe panted, blood bubbling out from between slack lips, jaw hanging heavy with the weight of a bruise and a fractured jaw. Xe lived, barely it seemed, but xe did. Again. Xe always lived.
After what seemed like an hour of lying on cold concrete, they felt that their bones were regenerated enough for them to push themselves into sitting against the wall. They swore under their breath, squinting as the nearby streetlight glinting into the alley nearly blinded them. Their stomach churned with nausea, but a few deep breaths soon calmed that down.
They went through their injury checklist, a unsurprisingly difficult thing to do with their one unbroken arm. Head, a few bumps, but no blood. Jaw, dislocated, possible fracture, knitting up as well as it could. Torso, one of their knifes got uncomfortably close to cutting a deep gash into their stomach, but their magic was healing it up nicely. Arms, one broken and some defensive wounds. Legs, relatively unmarred excepting a few bruises.
Using the wall as support, they pushed themself into a stand. Their legs shook like they were kinda newborn animal. A lamb? A horse? They didn’t have time to think about what kind of f*cking animal they were, they were tired, they were hungry, they wanted a nap. Much more important than f*cking baby animals walking, Aston.
They took a few steps forward and after nearly falling flat on their face and puking up some of their, still weird, black and glowing gold blood, decided that maybe, just maybe, that was a bad plan. They leaned against the wall, pulling out a small crystal from their coat pocket and throwing it on the ground. The portal that opened, thankfully, was much dimmer than the streetlight.
They walked through, walking into their living room and flopping as gently as possible onto their old leather couch. They panted, a bit of blood bubbling out of their slack lips, dripping glowing particles onto the cushion. Their bruised and fractured jaw was hanging heavy and loose.
They lived, barely it seemed, but they did. Again. They always lived. Of course, sometimes, like y’know now, they wished they weren’t immortal and could actually go to a hospital for all of this s*it, but noooo. They had to wait until their magic had healed them, which took at least a day. Bluh.
They closed their eyes, willing themself to go to sleep. As their consciousness slowly faded, a last thought was made in their muddled mess of a brain organ.
I hope that lady got away safe.
YooO! This is so cool!
also no more black friday sales/ wouldve been a hilarious last line but i like the somber feels this piece gives off
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