No, they very much did not. Even when I pretended to be their ally, they did not trust me entirely&mdash:I never would have let them turn people into monsters if they did.
[his burst of rage is strangled by a sudden, suffocating sorrow. The ceremony, it-- it filled him with too many questions. he felt lost - more than ever before.]
What am I supposed to do now? What do I do?... What am I...
[what was clarity, anymore. his own thoughts twist and encircle him like snakes, throbbing, choking. they slither under his skull, whispering. showing him things.
[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.]
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Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 03:28 am (UTC)Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 03:40 am (UTC)They were for your army. They killed my people.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 03:43 am (UTC)Yes, they did. They also killed my siblings, and my uncle—and countless more, many that we may never know of.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 03:52 am (UTC)Why are you telling me this. Do you think it will earn you my mercy? Do you sleep better with a confessor?!
WHAT POINT IS THERE.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 03:57 am (UTC)I do not need your mercy. I expect you to be after my life forevermore, regardless of what I say.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 04:01 am (UTC)[his burst of rage is strangled by a sudden, suffocating sorrow. The ceremony, it-- it filled him with too many questions. he felt lost - more than ever before.]
What am I supposed to do now? What do I do?... What am I...
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 04:04 am (UTC)[ it's a rough line, but she asks it softly. ]
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 04:25 am (UTC)Everyone... keeps asking how I want to live and I DON'T!
I don't! know! It's already unbearable to even exist!
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 04:36 am (UTC)a dented can of beans is rolling into the side of her boot, and she spares it a single glance. ]
Then you'll have to chalk it up to my cruelness&mdash:I want some clarity for you, as death is no longer an option.
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:03 am (UTC)You will not be at peace until you kill her.
KILL HER.]
Cruel... far too cruel, Emperor...
Re: possibly night 3 but also who knows
Date: 2025-12-19 05:13 am (UTC)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!
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