☘—gorge。

@❀ changmin s｡ Perhaps it's the tang of salt on her tongue, invading her nostrils, that she doesn't even have the ability to scent out anything else, but what's in front of her. The shock that strings her face makes her eyes widen, and she glances up to look at the other. There's a soft wheeze, hoarse from taking on so much water - sure, the anomaly was 'super' in many ways, but it didn't save her from the waves that tore her through the river. Yoona raises a hand, trying to find it in her to voice a 'yes', but it barely echoes off the walls, and she's unsure that he can even hear it over the soft roar of water around her. Her palm presses to her stomach, and she hesitantly lifts, taking in the bite of pain that scores up her body, from her hips. If she can't find her voice, then a simple wave should do, which she manages, raising her hand up towards the other, and gesturing him down.

@❀ yoona i｡ Twilight glimmered off of violet waves, ebony irises scouring the sky for its hidden treasures. Illuminated orbs painted a violet canvas; speckles of shimmering white in an ocean of vast enigma. Paralleled just below the horizon, the push and pull of nature crashed against the shore. He often spent his nights lulled to slumber by the echoing stream. Nearly within the grasp of Morpheus, a familiar scent crossed his senses; one that sent him into a frenzied panic. The sanguine excrement flooded his nostrils, bringing up a pained remembrance of suffering. Hesitant, frightened even, he stood from his jade cot, the opalescent beads of dew painting his posterior with minute droplets of moisture. Surveying the canyon below, his gaze ghosted over the source of his discomfort: an injured damsel, beige raiment hugging her figure tainted by crimson. His voice echoed throughout the ravine as he called out the maiden, his vocalization concerned, yet timid. "Ma'am? Are you in need of assistance?"

@❀ changmin s｡ Everything's terribly drenched, from head to toe, exhaustion coursing through her veins in the wake of adrenaline. Everything's just as bleary, too, as she rolls onto her back and stares up at the night sky, picking out the stars she's so enamored with, ever since she was young. How funny, how she's left her prison, only to lose her friend, and be caught in another. Clinging to a rock, managing to pull herself up and lay flat on it, is where she is now, as gossamer attempts to dry, and stains of blood soak through from where a few piercings had been torn from her flesh. She can't even bring herself to wail in woe, instead wishing to the stars, for some sort of miracle.