07-12-2018, 07:26 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Rin had spent those two days in her room, only exiting to get water or to make sure nobody else was dead.
Had Radeken been there, she would almost certainly have yelled at Rin to get back on her feet, to stop mourning over those she couldn’t have saved no matter what she did. Knowing that she had been powerless, though, that Suiteheart’s wounds had been too deep to bandage up, did not help in the slightest. Understanding that she was not in control was, if anything, more taxing on Rin’s mind than the alternative. This was her home; to think that fate could snatch it all away from her in an instant, and she could do nothing about it, was horrifying.
All she could think about was how death seemed to enjoy toying with her. It had released Roy, Luna, Bastille, and Margaery; it had taken Starry, and now Suiteheart. The reaper understood how terrifying it was to not know whether she could or could not save her friends and family, and they relished in it.
Rin felt, at this point, like no more than a puppet, dancing on the strings of the cosmic forces that governed this world. Who would be next, she wondered to herself as she scrawled mindless notes in the pages of her book. Or would death decide to throw her a bone, as if she were a starving mongrel, and give in to... whatever it was Margaery had done while on the scene?
Her trance was broken by the crash of the observatory doors, and what sounded distinctly like Suiteheart’s voice crying out.
”Son of a goat,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the book aside and shoving open the door. Rushing out to the observatory entrance, she skidded to a stop a few feet away from Suiteheart- who looked almost exactly the same, barring her neck.
The necklace-esque scar brought with it phantom memories of the blood staining her paws, Suite’s fur, the grass, everywhere.
Inhaling sharply, Rin averted her gaze and lowered her head, so that her eyes weren’t visible. Margaery was already speaking, so Suite’s attention would be off of her for long enough that she could regain her composure. Gritting her teeth, she lifted a paw and swiped it across her face, and took a deep breath.
Now was the time to be glad that Suite was home again, not to get caught up in self-loathing or fatalism.
Looking back up at Margaery, Rin wordlessly removed her scarf and handed it to her. This was a moment for Marg and Suite to speak alone; she could welcome the latter back once they were done.
/ish ending
Had Radeken been there, she would almost certainly have yelled at Rin to get back on her feet, to stop mourning over those she couldn’t have saved no matter what she did. Knowing that she had been powerless, though, that Suiteheart’s wounds had been too deep to bandage up, did not help in the slightest. Understanding that she was not in control was, if anything, more taxing on Rin’s mind than the alternative. This was her home; to think that fate could snatch it all away from her in an instant, and she could do nothing about it, was horrifying.
All she could think about was how death seemed to enjoy toying with her. It had released Roy, Luna, Bastille, and Margaery; it had taken Starry, and now Suiteheart. The reaper understood how terrifying it was to not know whether she could or could not save her friends and family, and they relished in it.
Rin felt, at this point, like no more than a puppet, dancing on the strings of the cosmic forces that governed this world. Who would be next, she wondered to herself as she scrawled mindless notes in the pages of her book. Or would death decide to throw her a bone, as if she were a starving mongrel, and give in to... whatever it was Margaery had done while on the scene?
Her trance was broken by the crash of the observatory doors, and what sounded distinctly like Suiteheart’s voice crying out.
”Son of a goat,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the book aside and shoving open the door. Rushing out to the observatory entrance, she skidded to a stop a few feet away from Suiteheart- who looked almost exactly the same, barring her neck.
The necklace-esque scar brought with it phantom memories of the blood staining her paws, Suite’s fur, the grass, everywhere.
Inhaling sharply, Rin averted her gaze and lowered her head, so that her eyes weren’t visible. Margaery was already speaking, so Suite’s attention would be off of her for long enough that she could regain her composure. Gritting her teeth, she lifted a paw and swiped it across her face, and took a deep breath.
Now was the time to be glad that Suite was home again, not to get caught up in self-loathing or fatalism.
Looking back up at Margaery, Rin wordlessly removed her scarf and handed it to her. This was a moment for Marg and Suite to speak alone; she could welcome the latter back once they were done.
/ish ending
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