[J] I would have stayed up with you all night...

[Sylvie Ciel]

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::OOC:: Stalling. |D Miyu's coming, at least. Anyone else is welcome too! Mouse over the French for the translation. ;D
WC: 547

Oh, how the tiredness was continually plaguing her... maw clenched tight against yawns while the little fairy defiantly fought off the terrible feeling of coldness. Her savior's hot breath rushed against the back of Sylvie's heavy head as she ran, and though some might have found it annoying, to the freezing little lady, it was ecstasy. The gusts of heat reminisced warm nights in the Florida meadows, warm breezes drenched with salt, and what few good times she had in her short lifetime. She did not notice Alaine's changes in speed as they neared the old mansion, too absorbed in imagining the glory of those warm Florida evenings when her parents were out. Hot... hot... oh, how hot these days and nights were in comparison to this night here...

Sylvie did notice when her savior suddenly began to change, the cry of pain that issued from the cream angel's maw, the sudden drop to cold wood. Sylvie whimpered and curled still tighter into herself, refusing to open those lovely, glorious eyes. She didn't want to see the two-legged form again. The last time she had, the poor thing had been shoved into a plastic ball and tossed out to sea, abandoned, forgotten, ignored. Violent shivers coursed through her body as she fought off the emotional scarring that came with being lost out at sea, put there by her own mother. Finally, she was in the air again, warm, strong arms holding her as close as possible, to which the young girl was quite grateful. She snuggled as closely to the young mother's body as she could, violet nose vanishing into cream chest. She was partially aware of the now Optime's call, but at this point, she couldn't grasp what she was saying. Earthy orbs of light opened once more to take in her surroundings... but not as they actually were. Hot... so hot...

"Nnn... m... mommy... why did you leave me? Pourquoi? J'ai été une bonne petite fille, j'étais pas? I did everything you asked..." In a mixture of French and English, the child pleaded with her guardian to explain why. She was hallucinating. An elevated temperature presenting itself more prominently now, and the little collie was at a loss to what was happening. She felt like lead, heavy, stiff, and drained, and trapped within the world she had finally escaped. Her savior became her terrible mother, carrying her to the horrible ball. That blood red plastic thing, drenched in smells of the sea and terror. Without realizing it, the terrified pup thrashed a bit in the cream and tan lady's arms, claws grasping for anything that would keep Sylvie holding on to her, clinging to what little bit of comfort she had found.

"Non! Je vous prie! W-w-what are you doing?! D-d-don't put me in there! Ne laissez-moi! Mommy--!" Tears seeped out of those deep brown pools as the lilac girl clung to Alaine's body, terrified, hurt, abandoned. Her fever reached a pinnacle, and her hallucinations changed into terrifying shadows and apparitions bent on taking her back to the horrible cage she had been floating in for the last two days. Shoving her face into Alaine's silky fur again, the scared little girl could do nothing but weep and hope things would get better quickly.

Speak. Think. Walk.

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