tampered | Log; Ongoing.

When; December 26th.
Rating; PG
Characters; Nausicaa

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Summary; Nausicaa is still rotting after all, and Alexiel tries to help her.
Log;

She didn't know how long it had been. Since all this had started, since her body had begun to decay, since she lay there, being somewhere between dream and reality, awake and asleep. At the beginning, the first thing to falter had been her body, becoming weaker and weaker, until she was practically immobile. But by then, her mind had been affected as well, so that she mostly didn't even notice her surroundings anymore, making it hard for her to even formulate the easiest thought. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and if she ever had consciousness enough to be grateful for that, she was. It was a condition she'd have wished upon no one.

Maybe she had died already, long ago. Maybe it was all an illusion, from her life at home to her stay in the city to... everything. To the moment of lucidity that had enabled her to type into the electronic device she had been given as some semblance of a cry for help.
Was this what death felt like, really? Was it painful? Oh, she'd had stories of eternal pain in afterlife for the sinners, and yes, surely she was not untainted... everything that remained was to wait and see, though she doubted anything would ever change. It seemed like she'd been like this for an eternity, and everything before that was long lost in the haze of time.

Ah, but someone had replied to her pleas, in that strange device. Just maybe, there was hope... ?

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As vast the forest was, to pinpoint the location of a rotting person among the wild flora and fauna wasn’t too hard for the Organic Angel.

She was fast and light as wind during her flight, Alexiel knew better than waste time in brawling the dangerous animals when a life was wasting away, decaying in life. That made her skin crawl. It was truth she couldn’t stop the process on her twin (he wasn’t able to stop her body from regenerate either) but to master another organism could be simple enough.

Alexiel had met Nausicaa as well, when her body was functional and assumed her silence was because she was able to flee the City for good. She should have known…

There she is, Alexiel thought to herself, shaking away the useless remorse. Strands of brown hair were visible in an recognizable pile of dry flesh that barely held human resemblance. The girl was nestled under the shadows of tall trees, snow and golden leaves were lifeless mantle over it.

The angel landed swiftly and rushed to kneel beside Nausicaa, saying:

“I’ve come.”

Somehow, amidst all the fog that clouded her mind, there was suddenly a voice, sharp and clear, though quiet, but set in clear contrast to everything she was at the moment.

It took her a moment to fully register the sound, and then another to react: pinpoint the location of the voice - above me...? - and then... then what? Then trying to gather herself.

The pain of trying to put all the pieces, the scattered parts of herself together was almost physical. It had been so long since she had been able to call upon her mind by will...

Yet, finally, she managed to turn her head among the leaves - wet - and the snow - cold, she was freezingly cold - into the direction where she guessed the voice had come from. I'm here? That had been... the one that promised to come and help. The person's name escaped Nausicaa as of right now, but surely she would remember, if only...

"Ah... yes... could you... help?"

To a certain degree, it was humiliating not to be able to articulate herself correctly, more so than lying prostrate before the other person and everyone else who might see.

Alexiel remained silent for a couple of minutes, focused on the organic structure that was deteriorating before her eyes. When she had studied her organism enough, the organic angel enveloped the girl with her arms.

Her aura melt the snow, made the leaves turned from dry and brown to smooth and green as if was springtime.

“Close your eyes, think of nothing, the void of Omega shall return to Alpha,” whispered Alexiel on what seemed to be Nausicaa’s ear. She smelled the rotting reek and blew with her mouth fresh air, as a summer breeze to de-frost and strengthened the tissues. She would do this slow to not traumatize the girl with the process.

Suddenly, there was a touch, hands, and her body was moved. But maybe the most wondrous thing was the sudden warmth and the feeling she had that her surroundings were all of a sudden brimming with life in an almost supernatural way. Nausicaa was sure she would have shouted with joy, had she been able to. As it was, though, she simply focused on the sensations invading her consciousness and enjoyed them thoroughly. Then she heard the angel's voice and gave a small nod before complying; closing her eyes and emptying her mind of all thought. There was nothing she could do but trust this gentle woman.

Her slender arms remained locked in the lump of flesh until it resembled a human body. When the smell of decay was replaced by pulsating life, Alexiel picked Nausicaa up. She could not complete the process in the woods, where the animals could attack them and harm the girl under her care. The rotting state may have kept them away but they had that privilege no longer.

Alexiel could sense their stealth approach. The light noise of paws stepping on the snow.

"We'll finish this home," she murmured, spreading her wings and diving up as fast as she could, keeping Nausicaa tightly against her.

A flow of energy began to course through her body, set her ablaze until she almost drowned in the feeling, and then she could witness her body be healed. It was probably the most wonderful thing she'd ever experienced. Gradually, the fog within her mind cleared up - had probably been there to protect her - and before she knew it, she was perfectly aware and conscious, her senses as aware as ever. Nausicaa was momentarily flooded by what she suddenly regained awareness off, all her surroundings, their life, their pulse, their essence and sentiment; everything almost overwhelmed her until she had adapted again - surprisingly quick, that was - until she finally was herself again. It was then though that she noticed that the process of healing had not yet finished; suddenly knowing that there was still rot festering within her, but she was sure the angel who held her so gently had her reasons.

"We'll finish this home", she said, and Nausicaa understood that it was probably too dangerous in the forest, wondering briefly why the creatures had not touched her in the meantime, wondering if maybe they had and she hadn't known, but it was all the same now.

Now, as she witnessed the other woman suddenly growing wings, three of them, and she gazed with ever-so-wide eyes and smiled.

"So you are an angel in the literal sense." Said no more, not that it was unusual for her, to say the least, nothing else, because she felt there was no necessity. Especially not as they lifted off the ground and into the high sky, air brushing past them sometimes more gently and sometimes less.
Soon, Nausicaa could nothing but witness, with all of her regained senses.

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