08-28-2018, 03:21 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]He had no time to finish his cigarette before he heard of another observer dropping just after he had visited Suiteheart's...location of passing, a demise found on the waters. As such the stench of smoke still lingered around the demon as he rushed on over to find Onision and Eternalwar again, along with the company of Harland and Moonmade this time. It was none other than Margaery, the wife of Suiteheart...and one of his customers. He had no intentions of retrieving the dagger from her. Now was not the time to think of his possessions.
"Soulmates, huh? Best be livin' it up in Heaven with each other," he drawled softly as he stopped just before the roses that surrounded Margaery's body. It surely could not be a coincidence that once one member passed away in alleged peace, her wife and the mother to her children were to drop on the same day.
But Zjarr could feel that this death, too, was not one out of spite. Perhaps it was a pact between the two, to die together and follow each other up the vast stairway to Heaven (if the song was even remotely accurate) to spend their time there, free from the plight of attempting to lead a mortal lifestyle with the curse of immortality. Sometimes dead was simply better. Or perhaps he had an overactive imagination and inaccurately drew clues from both of their deaths. But with seemingly no perpetrator involved, it felt very true.
"Do you miss her, Zjarr?"
The piercing, distinct voice of none other than Silas "Flamey" Ignibus touched his ears, and his ears alone.
"Did you think you would have her forever?"
The damned cripple didn't speak of Margaery, or Suiteheart, or anyone here. He spoke of Snowblind.
"Or were you going to leave her?"
SHUT UP, YA BASTARD! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME EVER FUCKING AGAIN, YOU IRRELEVANT SON OF A BITCH!
Silence followed as the cyborg wolf looked down upon his body. He was quivering, a soft growl exiting his lips that he just now noticed. He felt the strangest emotion that was all too similar to that of hate: envy. And such an emotion filled him with guilt soon after he processed it. Envious? Of the dead? Of these two? Ah, man, you really are off the deep end, aren't ya?
With a soft huff he would finally turn on his heels and run off, his heart pounding and his muscles tense. The faint heat of rage boiled within him, and now was not the time to tend to his rage when he was meant to sympathize with those who were so deeply impacted by the recent losses of the Ascendants. The loss of people he silently respected and would honor as the role models and mothers of an entire Clan.
"Soulmates, huh? Best be livin' it up in Heaven with each other," he drawled softly as he stopped just before the roses that surrounded Margaery's body. It surely could not be a coincidence that once one member passed away in alleged peace, her wife and the mother to her children were to drop on the same day.
But Zjarr could feel that this death, too, was not one out of spite. Perhaps it was a pact between the two, to die together and follow each other up the vast stairway to Heaven (if the song was even remotely accurate) to spend their time there, free from the plight of attempting to lead a mortal lifestyle with the curse of immortality. Sometimes dead was simply better. Or perhaps he had an overactive imagination and inaccurately drew clues from both of their deaths. But with seemingly no perpetrator involved, it felt very true.
"Do you miss her, Zjarr?"
The piercing, distinct voice of none other than Silas "Flamey" Ignibus touched his ears, and his ears alone.
"Did you think you would have her forever?"
The damned cripple didn't speak of Margaery, or Suiteheart, or anyone here. He spoke of Snowblind.
"Or were you going to leave her?"
SHUT UP, YA BASTARD! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME EVER FUCKING AGAIN, YOU IRRELEVANT SON OF A BITCH!
Silence followed as the cyborg wolf looked down upon his body. He was quivering, a soft growl exiting his lips that he just now noticed. He felt the strangest emotion that was all too similar to that of hate: envy. And such an emotion filled him with guilt soon after he processed it. Envious? Of the dead? Of these two? Ah, man, you really are off the deep end, aren't ya?
With a soft huff he would finally turn on his heels and run off, his heart pounding and his muscles tense. The faint heat of rage boiled within him, and now was not the time to tend to his rage when he was meant to sympathize with those who were so deeply impacted by the recent losses of the Ascendants. The loss of people he silently respected and would honor as the role models and mothers of an entire Clan.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot