[it's funny. the first thought anna has when she realizes what's happening isn't a string of swears or a terrified mental yell or even the comedy option of "oh no, not again". no, what she thinks, and what gets transmitted through her bond, is the very simple this is how it should've happened. because by some mercy, ruby rose isn't trying to blind her—that spear is going straight through the thin fabric of her eyepatch and shattering the silverblack glass eye underneath.]
[there is a searing pain through her body, radiating from the socket. it's not a neat pierce. there's blood almost immediately as shards of glass dig into parts of her flesh that was never supposed to be injured. when she'd lost her eye the first time, it had been painful, but it had been clean, and it had been over quickly. here, now, she's present the whole time. her face feels warm and the pierced eyepatch is already turning red, she's sure of it.]
[all of these thoughts happen in a handful of seconds before she screams, the kind of anguish that she hadn't thought herself capable of in a long time. it sounds like the cry of a raven. it sounds like the reveille of an eternal war. she screams out ange's name, and she yells for her to stop, and her eye is fucking bleeding and what isn't red in her vision is blurred with tears. she tries rolling away too late, like that's going to do anything, and just gets her eyepatch caught on the spear and she can't even fucking tell if it's still in her eye or not because everything hurts, everything hurts. she cries out one more time, a blind plea to see if her sister is actually still in there.]
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[there is a searing pain through her body, radiating from the socket. it's not a neat pierce. there's blood almost immediately as shards of glass dig into parts of her flesh that was never supposed to be injured. when she'd lost her eye the first time, it had been painful, but it had been clean, and it had been over quickly. here, now, she's present the whole time. her face feels warm and the pierced eyepatch is already turning red, she's sure of it.]
[all of these thoughts happen in a handful of seconds before she screams, the kind of anguish that she hadn't thought herself capable of in a long time. it sounds like the cry of a raven. it sounds like the reveille of an eternal war. she screams out ange's name, and she yells for her to stop, and her eye is fucking bleeding and what isn't red in her vision is blurred with tears. she tries rolling away too late, like that's going to do anything, and just gets her eyepatch caught on the spear and she can't even fucking tell if it's still in her eye or not because everything hurts, everything hurts. she cries out one more time, a blind plea to see if her sister is actually still in there.]
Call her off!