Elliot nodded numbly along, looking up at the two gods. Oh, god… He held Wren close, letting out a breath.
"I… We need to get them to the baths." The gods could heal in there. Hopefully, Wren too. Elliot shifted Wren in his hands, putting the soul in his pocket as he went over to Marcos. He wrap his arms under the god's, trying to drag him out.
Wren felt a bit uncomfortable, but put that aside. He still felt unsure about Marcos, but didn't want him to be in this much pain. He wanted for things to be fixed and from there decide what he wanted. He had enough pain himself to know physical wounds solved nothing. He watched as Elliot began to pull the moon god. This might not be fast enough. Who else was there that would be able to help though…? He had to think positively. They would make it.
Elliot did his best to drag Marcos out of the room, breathing heavily. Even with all of his wounds, all of the insides that had come spilling out and were leaving a trail behind him, Marcos was still heavy, and Elliot was still unathletic. There was someone who could help, though…
The great bastardess herself.
She didn't say a word as she appeared, simply taking Marcos from Elliot's hands and started walking. It was effortless, Marcos held to the small woman like a babe.
Wren cowered in the pocket, not wanting to look at Mother as she took Marcos away. When she was out of his line of vision, he looked back at the collapsed form of Derlik. Despite what he meant to Kye, he still felt hatred towards him. The boy expected he always would. And the hatred would be returned now.
(XD)
Elliot was shaking violently when Mother took Marcos from him, and he was shaking still when she came back for Derlik.
"Are you coming?" She said calmly, carrying Derlik the same way she had Marcos.
"Or do you not want that soul fixed?"
Wren felt shivers overcome him as he was addressed. It didn't matter that he had very little experience with Mother. She was terrifying. It was her nature and the aura around her. It commanded the highest respect that even Astral and Derlik feared.
Elliot, even as he was shaking, nodded quickly, falling in line behind Mother as she led him to the baths. Mother set Derlik in the water by her side, Marcos on her other and already in.
"Hand it over." Mother held her hand out for Wren, and Elliot didn't dare argue, reaching into his pocket and setting Wren on her palm.
Wren about passed out. He was so weak and powerless in the hands of a being who would feel nothing at crushing him. To Mother… he was an 'it' as she had said. This new form of fear was easily worse than anything he felt before. He tried not to blame Elliot for handing him to her. What else were you supposed to do? Tell her no?
(Wren: insert screaming pop up meme)
(The poor baby-)
Mother looked down at Wren, thinking a moment. She pressed one part of him that was close to breaking off back onto the main part, holding his pieces together. Deciding to deal with two problems at once, she closed her fist around Wren, then lowered both hands to rest on top of the gods' chests. In a moment, all three were pushed down into the water, held there as Mother's abilities came to life, working with the healing water to actually help; the gods to heal faster and Wren to heal at all.
Wren's fear increased as darkness surrounded him. He felt claustrophobic, wanting to be let out. Then, he felt the water begin to come through the gaps in Mother's hand. Right… the water would heal him.
But why wouldn't she just have killed him? Stop the war by ridding of the object being fought over?
Despite the fact Wren didn't want to die anymore, being so close to the matriarch goddess made it hard to wonder why he was being allowed to live. He was only one human after all. A Claimed of a lesser god was nothing.
Mother hummed some as she watched the two gods healing under her hands, keeping them down even after they started to regain consciousness- they weren't fully healed yet. Marcos was the first to come to, struggling some before he realized who was holding him down.
Derlik took much longer.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Mother's here
Elliot: She's healing Derlik and Marcos
Elliot: I think Wren too I hope
Elliot: Im in the corner
Elliot: Oh god Im terrified shes going to do something bad
Sy is typing…
Sy: oh shit please be careful
Kye is typing…
Kye: no fucking way
Kye: okay yeah, stay there and don't move
Kye: if she thinks you're in the way you're dead
Wren felt at least some bit of fortune at the fact he didn't need to breathe as a soul. But his metaphorical stomach dropped at hearing someone struggling a moment. Marcos. He could tell as the tie told him the god was conscious again.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Ill try
Elliot: What do you think shes going to do with Wren??
Marcos fell still when he opened his eyes to see Mother, mostly frozen in fear. If it was bad enough for her to get involved… He was terrified of what she was going to do to them over this.
Marcos was finished healing rather quickly compared to Derlik, so Mother let him up without a word as she focused on the other god. She let go of Wren, too, who was fully fixed himself. She let him float in the water, sending Marcos a warning glance. He wasn't to touch the thing.
Kye is typing…
Kye: i have no idea
Wren felt himself released and was finally able to see what was going on. He noticed Marcos staring at him, and for once, wanted to be in his hands again. It was better than floating so close to Mother.
Mother finally let Derlik up when he was done healing, the god standing slowly and unable to look up at her. With that done, Mother reached out, smacking them both upside the head before grabbing Wren.
"The hell- you two think you're doing?!" Mother yelled, so angry she was accidentally not saying every word she intended to say.
"A soul!! A soul!! A single, worthless soul!! Not enough- a war!!" Mother was waving Wren around like one would a toy taken away from two misbehaving children.
Elliot held back a whimper, typing quickly.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Shes yelling at them now
Elliot: and
Elliot: and waving Wren around
Sy is typing…
Sy: oh god…
Kye is typing…
Kye: no… please no
Wren felt heavily disoriented with every movement Mother made. He was worthless. A plaything. Probably not even that to the goddess holding him. Perhaps his prediction from earlier wasn't that far fetched. She would reprimand her gods before making an example of him to show how stupid this entire thing was.
Stars above, he didn't want that. But why would Mother care about what a single soul wanted?
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: oh god
Elliot: Marcos is crying
Elliot: I cant
Elliot: I cant tell what shes going to do to Wren
And Marcos was crying. He was terrified for Wren, even if he couldn't bring himself to look up at the soul in Mother's fingers.
"You," Mother said, pointing Wren at Derlik. "Don't- pants up in a fucking bunch!! You were ass, you got what you deserved!! Don't fuck- others souls!! And you," Wren was jerked over to Marcos now, "It's one fucking soul!! You- replace it!! It's not that fucking hard!!"
Kye is typing…
Kye: he can't die. no he can't die. he's all i've got left of home, please i can't lose him too
Wren no longer knew up from down. His view point consisted of blurs and yelling. He heard Marcos crying again. It was his own pocket of torture. He was nothing and everything at the same time. Anger and sadness all around. Wanting to live and wanting to die. There were no answers.
Mother continued to yell at Derlik and Marcos, degrading them for 'the little stunt they pulled.' Eventually, she turned to storm away, Wren still in her hand.
"You're lucky I'm not destroying it," she hissed at Marcos, dropping Wren into the water. "I should, you know. At the very least take it away. If one of you so much as raises their voice over this soul again, it's gone, am I clear?!"