(( Open RP This was an idea I had whilst playing Origins. Being as my Warden is a Cousland, the thought occurred to me that when fighting Sloth, I wondered why said Demon chose Duncan and not her father. Seeing as how shed be much more cooperative if it had been. So-----lets watch my little Cousland endure that, shall we? Anyone is welcome to post, long as you know Origins~ )) Welcome home, Pup. Emerald eyes went over my shoulder, turning in a slow to circle to see that I was not only back in Highever, but back within arms reach of my father. The weight of the worlds end, the looming Blight, the fight to carry the world on my shoulder all seemed to crash to the floor the second he held his arms out. Like a little girl with a skinned knee, I went rushing forward and threw my arms around him. There there, my dear. Youre safe. Youre home. Words I had so desperetly wished to hear, knowing I never would again. Oh, I knew this to be the trick of a Demon, but I could pretend, right? Just for a little while? Time ticked by and I pulled away, smiling gently up to my father. I am sorry. Can you forgive me? For what, my dear? Tell me you didnt place a trap in the soldiers barracks again. He scolded gently and I chuckled, shaking my head. My eyes sunk to the floor and I backed away. For leaving you in Highever to die at the hands of Howe. Die? But I am not dead yet. Dont tell me you are ready to be rid of me so soon? He laughed and it was music to my ears. Bittersweet music. No. You are dead. I know this is a Demons trick and I left you at Howes mercy.....Maker forgive me.... I looked down to my blade and gripped the hilt all the tighter before flicking my eyes back to my father. Pup? Agonizing words as I stepped forward. I watched my father back away until he hit a wall. I am....so sorry.... I moved quickly, wanting to kill the demon before it had a chance to act, and ran my blade through the image of my father. My eyes squeezed shut, biting my lip to swallow that choked sob. I watched the corpse of my father fall, blood pooling around his frame and staining my hands. The Fade gave way soon after that and I woke with a gasp, emerald eyes wide with terror. Easy. Easy. Youre free, Warden. I sat up slowly to see a few familiar faces. I dragged myself to my feet and pushed past everyone. Warden? Let her go. Shes clearly dealt with something-----incredibly personal. The Tower was safe once more. I found a small room and settled on the bed, eyes unable to leave my hands, still able to see . . . feel the blood on my palms. It was my fault my mother and father were dead. It was clear to me now. I should have just taken a blade to them with my own hands, the fate they suffered was no different. I should have stayed and fought with them. That had become abundantly clear. I killed my parents.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 06:28:32 +0000
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