The Haimanthia wiggled listlessly, but it's eyes were in a constant state of euphoria.
blood and water mixed, the blood filtering the water and absorbing it's mana into itself. The blood flowed through the veins of the stem, spreading the mana as it fell.
Reaching the torso it went into the mutated beating heart and came out anew. The slightly filtered blood moved around the torso and went inside the lotuses below, gaining another charge of mana from them before bursting about and painting the floor red.
The water effectively entered into the Haimanthia breaking down and reforming as blood and glucose. The blood replacing the lost blood, the glucose enriching the petals and stem further.
The rain fed it graciously making it stronger and grow.
It's eyes still kept watch, the red petals flowed in a hauntingly smooth manner as the eyes glanced in every direction, each it's own line of sight in a 360 degree turn.
Then the eyes suddenly widened.
Crack! Rumble!
In an instant it had become alert, the eyes hyperfocused on the source of the sound,and it had seen it without moving it's eyes an inch.
A small rectangular hole formed on a side of the house, then with extreme swiftness the hole spread in jaggedy lines along the house's walls.
Crumble!
The haimanthia saw the world be shaded and the rain be covered by a falling and crumbling house bearing over it, ready to trample upon it.
And The Blood Flower had no way to move quick enough. It had no legs suitable for quick movement.
Crash!
The most of the house had crushed down on The Haimanthia. A dust screen of major strength and size domed the area as a cry was heard.
Seville:"Yes! Go Go Go Go."
Immediatly Rall had begun running towards the port. As long as they make the turn it will be okay.
Following behind him, joinging soon after was Seville, still keeping the 'skill' active.
Though it might be strainful, it was better to still keep it activate in case of danger than stop using it and find themselves in a need for usage right after. Exhausting both activations uselessly.
Seville:"i don't believe that it was over just like that, it seemed too strong. But atleast we were able to hurt it, it won't cause problems for us in escaping now!"
Rall and centa on his back nodded at this while running.
Shing! Thuck!
A dull, wet, piercing and harrowing sound rang out.
Rall momentarily lost balance and almost crumbled...he didn't take time to stay put. He ran.
Centa:"Seville!"
He needed to first get Centa to safety.
Centa:"Rall! RALL! what are you doing!? Go back damn it!"
He felt a bout of pain on his back spreading as loud thumps sounded on it.
He just needed to do this, this was what he needed to do. It wasn't wrong in the first place.
I need to do this.
When did need become a want? Or whence the change of want to need?
He kept on running, 8 seconds had already passed. Seville's mind should have already begun eroding. He shouldn't think about that, he needed to continue running.
Centa:"Sev...sev, sev sev sev i'm sorry you bastard."
The pain stopped as two soft and warm arms curled around Rall's neck. He felt her face on his head pressed tightly against it as if it was her last thread.
He thought he felt a warm feeling on his head, no. wetness? Wasn't he already wet from the rain?
Ah...she's crying...for me.
Centa:"I'm sorry...my lovely son, i love you."
He felt her hand try to caress his head, failing and suceeding halfly.
The turn was already behind them, if he took one more turn then he could get to the port.
Centa:"You did so much to help me and yet..."
Rall:"Stop."
Centa:"..."
His voice sounded monotone as if not feeling anything, but one could tell that the voice was fixated on something.
Centa:"Okay."
Saying so a silence prevailed as the rain poured down on them, he didn't hear from her at all.
Then he heard muffled sobbing, his head shaking as he felt it. The rain was cold, but tears are warm...yet they felt so much colder then any rain now.
Suddenly Rall stopped, entering another house abruptly. The shading brought her out of her stupor as she confusedly looked around before being placed down.
She couldn't understand what was going on but then she suddenly had a realization. A smile grew on her as she looked up at his shadowed face.
Centa:" Am i holding you back? Ok. Thank you Rall."
She thanked him with a bright yet broken smile, she smiled because she knew her son finally decided to leave her. But it was sad only because she couldn't see her husband doing the same.
Seeing how he seemed down, she spoke in her usual tone, a way to cheer him up.
Centa:"N-Now go my servant. You do not wish to make thine lady mad do y-you."
She was scared of death, but she was more afraid of him being sad.
Rall:"I need to do this...sorry mom."
Centa smiled warmly at him.
Centa:"I kno—"
Rall:"This servant cannot follow your order."
He turned around and started walking out.
Centa suddenly looked shell-shocked.
What does he mean?
She thought heavily.
Rall:"If you want to order someone around then do it to your husband. He won't be putting all the work to me and retire."
He looked back at her, a smile present on his face. He seemed to be in thought before words came out freely from his mouth.
Rall:"I'm not gonna let him, i need to do this."
A want is also sometimes a need.
He ran as fast as he could out the door. Time was ticking, at this point Seville must be in an urgent state.
The room in the house now stood silent, veiled by a chorus of pitter-patter on the windows and comforting smell of wood.
Centa looked in a trance at where he had left before muttering out words, tears welling up in her eyes.
Centa:"My son...is just that awsome."
She prayed for him to return, in a way she prayed to him. It was a certain feeling of pride, joy, dependence and respect.
She felt as though he was both their son and father.
Centa:"You can't make your own mom think of you as her dad you moron. We're the ones that should care for you "
Centa didn't cry.