Weaver of Shadows

I do not speak to him for several reasons. He has never spoken to me, so there is no need for me to speak to him. There has also never been a time of great need where speaking to him would be helpful. But chiefly, there are the orders I am following…

I am. Thought I am not Edgar, so that name is fitting at well, if you wish.

Not alone, Jenny. I’m here, and Edgar is here for you too, though he can’t speak to you.

Edgar can’t speak right now, his wounds prevent him from more than a few words. So I speak for him, as well as I can. He likes you Jenny, he truly does. He’s not very good with people, he can be bad at showing how he feels, but he does. I wish he could be here instead of me, he’d be better at this.

Edgar fell asleep. The Gift unwound from its usual place on his arm and flowed over to Jenny. It wound comfortingly along her arm, like it would with Edgar. Thank you Jenny.

“Please…” he couldn’t talk, it hurt so much. He wanted to be gone, sleep would be good. Or death. Either one.

“…can’t,” he gasped. Jenny was there. That made things a little bit better, though it didn’t help the pain. That was still there, overpowering him. He couldn’t escape it, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. And Jenny wanted to help, how could she? ”…don’t know.”

Edgar woke up. He hurt, it was all he could do to keep himself from screaming in pain. His cheeks were wet, he was crying, and he must have been crying in his sleep. He couldn’t stop the tears, the pain was too much. His back hurt the most, the gashes seeming to burn. But his entire body hurt. I want to die, I want to die, I want to die. If he was dead, he wouldn’t hurt, right? He wouldn’t go to fields of punishment, he didn’t think. And how could those be worse than what he felt right now? He gasped, and even breathing hurt. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. Her just lay there, hurting more than he had in his life. @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage @The Clarinetist

He shook her off. “Let me take care of this. If it gets me, run as fast as you can.”

Aaron pushed Jane to the ground, standing over her protectively and swings his axe at the bird.

*hugs*

I could very much use some hugs right now. Competitions are exhausting, and so are people. I did pretty terribly and have a four hour drive left while feeling quite sick, tired, depressed, and lonely.

Edgar smiled, and eventually he fell asleep too. He didn’t dream.

“Don’t stop yourself, please. You need sleep as much as I do.” He was tired, but it would probably take a while to fall asleep. It usually did.

“I’m trying, but I don’t want you staying up because of me. I took the sleeping bag so that you wouldn’t worry, but I’ll give it back if you still aren’t going to sleep.”

He blushed while she helped him. He didn’t want to be helpless, but it seemed like he always was. But at least it was Jenny helping him, not someone else. She was gentle, not making him hurt more. “Go to sleep,” he whispered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said, though he wasn’t sure. He began to side himself into the bag, barely holding back a yell of pain, his eyes watering. He didn’t even make it halfway in before he collapsed on the ground.

She would do that just because of him? He wouldn’t have believed anyone would do something like that for him a week ago, but Jenny was different. She was better than anyone he’d known. Well, her and Kylee. “I guess that might be for the best,” he said reluctantly.

“Sleep sounds good.” He yawned. “I don’t want to take your bag though, I’ll just sleep on the ground. He glanced at her foot. “You got hurt! I’m so sorry!”

“Of course that’s all you care about.” “Yeah, maybe.” He didn’t sound at all convinced. He sighed, leaning against her a little. “It doesn’t matter though, I’m…well, not ok, but I’m alive.” He looked up at her when Roy spoke. “Please don’t leave me.”

Edgar looked down. “He doesn’t care enough to say anything. It wasn’t him, I know that. “It might have been Gift, it was built by my dad, you’re right. That would explain why it doesn’t talk to me.”

He wrapped an arm around her side. It hurt to move, but it was worth it. A tear slipped down his cheek, but he kept the rest back. “Gift can’t talk,” he said. “Or it’s never talked to me.”

He smiled weakly at her, though it was hard with all the pain. His eyes filled with tears, and it took everything he had to hold them back. “Stay, please?”

He started to lift his hand, then stopped, wincing. “Thanks.” He twisted his head a little. “Thanks Rob.”

His eyes opened completely, though he didn’t seem fully lucid. “Ow.”