hope of morning [cowt10 | week 04 | M2]

[hannyakoma]

Prompt: Arcani maggiori (Arcano senza nome/Morte)

Word count: 270
Rating: sfw
Fandom: The Arcana
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Thanks to all the information gathered up until now, Badr knew what was happening. She got sick. She contracted the deadly illness that she, alongside many others, desperately tried to fight and cure once and for all.

The Plague.

There was little she knew she could do at this point. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, judging from the obvious signs, it wouldn’t be long before life abandoned her.

“They’re already turning red…”

Breathing became harder for her as time passed, more so at the striking knowledge she was going to die without being able to do a thing. Mind going back to a somewhat distant memory, Badr thought about her home, her family. Her friends. Her…

“… Asra…”

They parted on less than friendly circumstances, both fighting to get their point across. Stubbornness had always been a common trait, such as caring and worrying deeply about each other.

He wanted to leave. She wanted to stay.

Badr thought she could hold herself quite alright until he came back, possibly with a successful remedy for the Plague. And even if it didn’t come to that, they could work together with Doc to find it. 

A serie of coughs came up in her throat, almost choking her while she tried to keep quiet. Julian… Badr hoped he wouldn’t blame himself for this.

“He tends to do that, carrying the weight all by himself…”

Hope. Badr could only hope for the best, for both of them, as she composed herself back again.

She still had some time to fight, to do whatever she could. 

Had some time to try, at least.