[she has the audacity to sound fond. of the nation she invaded.
did that pain her? did it hurt even a fraction of how it hurt him? he had no idea. all he can do is ball his fists, as though it might try and restrain his own whirling, violent thoughts.]
[ she wants to call him by his name, but she does not know it anymore, and nothing she can come up with would be able to hold the emotions that she herself beats down with an axe.
she turns to leave, showing her back to him. purposefully, and then strides away.
that said, she doesn't leave entirely. she came for supplies. she's still going to get them, albeit away from him. ]
he can HEAR her footsteps. the clack of her heel growing distant. after a while, it feels like it's taunting him, deliberately. like an iron stake being hammered into his head each time it meets the tile.
she's hurting him on purpose. she said so herself. she said so. such rampant cruelty... he has to stop her.
YES, GOOD... his body is running on smoke and fumes, and yet it still forces itself up. she has to pay. MAKE HER PAY.
he shuffles past the cans already spilled across the floor. and with a grunt of exertion, proceeds to knock down an entire aisle of food on top of her.]
[ she expected him to lose it and stab her, she does not expect him to do THIS.
the shelf nearby manages to get stopped by her palms before it crushes her, but a single jar of pickles slides off the top shelf and beams her in the eyebrow, splitting it open to bleed freely down her face. ]
I left you, but this is a public space and supplies are needed!
[more foods are falling on her. at least this time it's bread.]
You... have no idea! That hate... it was my only warmth in the freezing cold! It fed me when I was starving! It forced me to walk when my boots were filled with blood and pus...!
[though his face was wrenched in anger, his voice was pitched in agony. his very own dagger, though this one was stabbed through his gut - one he'd twist, just to remind himself of what it was like to feel.]
[he could not live without hating her. and yet that hate was being eroded - and in its place, something more terrifying filled the cracks: emptiness. endlessness.
the emptiness was tired of killing, but the hatred had to hurt her. he screams, voice cracking in its desperation,]
GET OUT! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!
[a vain attempt at trying to push her away, out of reach of his worst impulses.]
[ there's a sudden realization; he... almost seems like he's trying to not kill her. or to not get into a position where he kills her.
maybe she's wrong. either way, she's pushing herself out of the rubble with a frown. ]
This isn't over. Because it cannot end, now.
[ and as she's saying it, she's moving towards the exit. which is the entrance. it's a supermarket. it's just like that. she's leaving for real now though. ]
[when she finally leaves, he falls like a puppet with his strings cut - his knees hitting the ground alongside all the wasted food strewn across the ground. his chest heaves with each breath, burning. his head, aching.
what was he doing...? and why...
why couldn't he simply kill her, like a good and proper son?
[ the air is cool and dark outside, and she confidently strides across the large stone plateau (parking lot) before reaching a building on the far side and. she stops.
her fist clutches over her heart as she recounts his words. a gift for their betrothed. she misses the dagger like she would miss an extremity suddenly.
if she were to be asked if she would do things differently, the answer would be yes, but it's a hollow answer for a hollow question. her path had ended, so of course she would choose another. but would a path exist that would lead him to suffer at her hands less?
she doesn't think so. there's no room in her heart to believe in destiny or fate, and miracles aren't something she can rely on.
minutes pass before she realizes she's just been standing in the dark, and she finally shakes her head and starts back for the hotel. ]
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Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:15 am (UTC)You... this whole time... have no idea what a dagger means.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:16 am (UTC)Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:19 am (UTC)[his voice is a dull croak, strained too far past to feel embarrassment for an old mistake anymore.]
A dagger is something you gift your betrothed.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:22 am (UTC)after a long moment and a deep breath: ]
Of course Faerghus would have such a tradition.
[ she sounds unexpectedly fond there. ]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 06:10 am (UTC)did that pain her? did it hurt even a fraction of how it hurt him? he had no idea. all he can do is ball his fists, as though it might try and restrain his own whirling, violent thoughts.]
Leave, or I will kill you again.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:26 pm (UTC)she turns to leave, showing her back to him. purposefully, and then strides away.
that said, she doesn't leave entirely. she came for supplies. she's still going to get them, albeit away from him. ]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 10:06 pm (UTC)he can HEAR her footsteps. the clack of her heel growing distant. after a while, it feels like it's taunting him, deliberately. like an iron stake being hammered into his head each time it meets the tile.
she's hurting him on purpose. she said so herself. she said so. such rampant cruelty... he has to stop her.
YES, GOOD... his body is running on smoke and fumes, and yet it still forces itself up. she has to pay. MAKE HER PAY.
he shuffles past the cans already spilled across the floor. and with a grunt of exertion, proceeds to knock down an entire aisle of food on top of her.]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 10:53 pm (UTC)the shelf nearby manages to get stopped by her palms before it crushes her, but a single jar of pickles slides off the top shelf and beams her in the eyebrow, splitting it open to bleed freely down her face. ]
I left you, but this is a public space and supplies are needed!
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 11:45 pm (UTC)[he's picking up a jar of grape jelly and hurling it at her.]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 11:46 pm (UTC)You must get used to my presence. You cannot permanently make me disappear, and you know that.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 12:16 am (UTC)[with another snarl he tries to bring the OTHER aisle down on her.]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 12:25 am (UTC)You can hate me until the end of time if you wish it.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 12:39 am (UTC)You... have no idea! That hate... it was my only warmth in the freezing cold! It fed me when I was starving! It forced me to walk when my boots were filled with blood and pus...!
[though his face was wrenched in anger, his voice was pitched in agony. his very own dagger, though this one was stabbed through his gut - one he'd twist, just to remind himself of what it was like to feel.]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 12:51 am (UTC)Then live and hate me more if that's what it takes!
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 01:03 am (UTC)the emptiness was tired of killing, but the hatred had to hurt her. he screams, voice cracking in its desperation,]
GET OUT! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!
[a vain attempt at trying to push her away, out of reach of his worst impulses.]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 01:19 am (UTC)maybe she's wrong. either way, she's pushing herself out of the rubble with a frown. ]
This isn't over. Because it cannot end, now.
[ and as she's saying it, she's moving towards the exit. which is the entrance. it's a supermarket. it's just like that. she's leaving for real now though. ]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 01:39 am (UTC)what was he doing...? and why...
why couldn't he simply kill her, like a good and proper son?
what does he do now?]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 01:58 am (UTC)her fist clutches over her heart as she recounts his words. a gift for their betrothed. she misses the dagger like she would miss an extremity suddenly.
if she were to be asked if she would do things differently, the answer would be yes, but it's a hollow answer for a hollow question. her path had ended, so of course she would choose another. but would a path exist that would lead him to suffer at her hands less?
she doesn't think so. there's no room in her heart to believe in destiny or fate, and miracles aren't something she can rely on.
minutes pass before she realizes she's just been standing in the dark, and she finally shakes her head and starts back for the hotel. ]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 02:04 am (UTC)Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 02:13 am (UTC)Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 02:17 am (UTC)Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-20 02:18 am (UTC)