03-02-2020, 02:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-03-2020, 11:10 PM by Warringkingdoms.)
/tw: blood in paragraphs 13, 14, 16, 22
She had unfinished business to attend to.
She had for a while, really. To think that all of that had happened in September… to think it had been that long since she had seen proof that someone was watching her from the afterlife. Suiteheart, Margaery, all the others… they had to be disappointed in what she’d become.
And most of the Elysites didn’t even know they existed.
The breeze rustled the grass beneath her feet, a soft, mournful sound. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver gaze boring into her back. Even having slain its master, she would never escape its eyes. Burdened by tools and books, she marched on, her destination in sight. Starpool gleamed brilliantly under the night’s glare.
Coming to stand at the edge of the water and gazing up at the tree, she instinctively raised a paw to fiddle with her pendant. If her pendant hung up on those branches, instead of around her neck, would the Ascendants still be here?
She set her jaw, and set the chisel against the wall.
Starrynight. Planecrash. Phobeus. Immortalhd.
Narrowing her eyes, she swung the hammer at the chisel, striking the stone.
Mementomori. The records lay at her feet, names of those she had never met. Blue. Pixel. If she strained, perhaps a few of them seemed familiar… Sienna. Pioneer 10. The steady beat of hammer on chisel rang through the night. Warboy. Scar. It seemed no one was left to be startled by the noise. Rosepaw. Daunte. Were they still alive elsewhere, or were they watching her now? Colt. Roy. The latter, she remembered, sparks flying back against her face. Riza. Maes. Lucky. What she wouldn’t give to see her old friends again. Kion. Venta. Her breaths came out ragged, the strain on her mind already plain to see. Agilities. Surefour. Steel on steel on stone, again and again and again. Hrisovalantis. Animatedtoons. Were their skeletons buried here? John. Hebi. Was the simple invocation of their name enough to catch their attention? Lup. Amaranth. Of course not. It never was. Kurapika. Noctis. She had outlived them, remembering them was the least she could do. Xion. Raygun. Anything to clean up the destruction of her wake. Mirabella. Remy. Her records wouldn’t bring anyone back, but she had to record anyway. Starjelly.
Eternalwar. Eternal, she remembered.
Sonia. Rosegarden. Repeated strikes. Neferpitou. Vincent. What was it worth, just their names removed from context? Brigitte. Blake. Brigitte- the lost one, she recalled. Gordon. Geddy. Had they found better lives, or a violent end? Whitenoise. August. The static still lingered in her brain. Joel. Billiam. An unexpected reunion… now she knew what that was like. Gary. Serket. Resisting the flow of time, name by name… Mavrin. Iva.
She shivered, despite the heat of the sparks. Eve. Delta. Gale. Connor. If she broke focus for even a moment, she might black out. Onision. Cece. Diya. Jack-kit. She thought she could smell the reapers, see the shadows of claws clenching her limbs tightly. Washington. Carolina. Church. Caboose. The wind kicked up, blowing against her fur. Charlie. Echo. Merihem. Asher. Were… were those voices? Cass. Max. Anzarel. Zjarr. She didn’t dare look, even as she felt their eyes judging her. Marian. Rei. Bubonicplague. Elon.
Lirim. Jay. The ghost of something not quite animal flickered at the edges of her vision. Atreus. Hazel the raptor. An important distinction… or maybe not. Cass. Thea. ...different Cass? Same Cass? Was she repeating names already? Clove. Tintalle. The edges of her vision were beginning to darken. Nero. Zenyatta. She thought she could taste blood on her upper lip. Harper. Beverly. She couldn’t black out here. Gabriel. Lazarus. Angels, demons, what difference did it make? Deutschland. Feliciano. Whiskey burned on her tongue, though she had consumed none. Anakin. Miamihorror. Pointless, it all was. Versaillespalace. Nansen. Had she forgotten someone already? Texas. Amelia. Captains, agents, none were above the chaos. Crowdcontrol. Myliu.
She struggled not to drop the tools, even as her eyes gazed down at the pages, struggling to focus in on the names. Droplets of blood splotched against the paper, miraculously missing the names. Gritting her teeth, Rin glared back up at the wall and hammered away at the chisel. Felurian. Hexane. Volkrath. Rosetouch. Alexander. Rene. Gaatkaaras. Owen. Adelaide. Dante. Hearteyes. South. Inu. Prismaticgaze. Parker. Mercy.
Gods, she was dizzy. Anima. Feliks. Adhara. Vendetta. If she could just stay awake long enough to finish… Padme. Feyre. Brynhild. Danyla. Feyre’s seance, the burning flame, played over and over again in her mind. Cheolmin. Hyoyeon. Bugsy. Bex. Too many, taken before their time. Edelweiss. Junior. Tristezza. Ringo. Ringo… Eternal had called her that, once upon a time. Empyrah. Nakir. Redamancy. Bones. So many, scattered by tragedy. Victor. Kirk. Danny. Sagittario. Kirk’s name was achingly familiar… Ren. Coldsun. Ana. Alistair. The hammer wobbled in her telekinetic grip. She had to focus. Ingram. Vani. Azazel. Watson.
She was over halfway down the list, and yet there were still so many… she couldn’t forget them. She wasn’t going to give up. Ollie. Wanxi. Valkyr. Agathe. Yes, that was definitely the taste of blood. Maria. Charlotte. Atlas. Edee. She could feel a stinging pain in her shoulders. Clementine. Eleanor. Roslyn. Pandora. She had to forget the pain, this was her one mission. Saeran. Loverboy. Little-Horn. Atticus.
Digging her claws into the soil to ground herself, she struck the wall again and again, each clash punctuated by a yell. Alisaie. Bryn. Sekai. Meredith. Risus. Valemon. Silus. Titan. Aine. Atbash. Iskalo. Cody. Sandheart. Billie. Adelaine. Miyuki. Her two daughters… did it please them to see her waste away? Coriander. Papercrown. Sybil. Tydeus. Pierce. Ontario. Eimi. Boybright. Darkprince. Susie. Orpheus. Ambroise. Kris. Nanohana. Hawke. Amedeo. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her breath coming out in jagged, rapid bursts. Link. Zelda. Ollie. Frisk. Dorian. Kira. Abraxas. Syndicate. She was so close.
Suiteheart. Margaery. They had realized she wasn’t worth it. Bastilleprisoner. Hazel. The Ascendants would never forget. Cooper. Lunafreya. Lost parents, children, lovers… Radeken. Imperia. Shininglight. Lessa. Moonmade. Dead before their time.
No one would forget her failures, least of all her.
Staggering back and letting the hammer and chisel drop, Rin cast her gaze over the wall. Names… so many names. So many people she’d let down. And this wasn’t even all of them. Her crimes stared her in the face, dared her to acknowledge them.
Had they expected her to actually do so?
Trembling, Rin lifted a paw to touch her face. She inhaled shakily, then retracted her paw and gazed at its surface- scarred, stained with blood and tears. Of course it was. Slowly lying down to ease her nausea, she took one end of the scarf and wiped away the moisture from her face. The nosebleed would stop soon enough. The emotions, on the other hand… Nemhain would have something to say about it, for sure.
As she stared at the wall, the dizziness and pain fading away, Rin felt exhaustion take its place. Curling up into a ball, she shut her eyes and tried not to think about it.
/word count: 1174
/so this is... kind of a one-shot, kind of an open
/you're welcome to respond if you want to, but don't worry about it if not- and if you do reply, don't feel the need to match muse
/tl;dr: Rin carved most of the Ascendants' names into a cave wall by Starpool, and is now lying semi-conscious by the wall with a nosebleed and a reopened wound in her shoulder
She had unfinished business to attend to.
She had for a while, really. To think that all of that had happened in September… to think it had been that long since she had seen proof that someone was watching her from the afterlife. Suiteheart, Margaery, all the others… they had to be disappointed in what she’d become.
And most of the Elysites didn’t even know they existed.
The breeze rustled the grass beneath her feet, a soft, mournful sound. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver gaze boring into her back. Even having slain its master, she would never escape its eyes. Burdened by tools and books, she marched on, her destination in sight. Starpool gleamed brilliantly under the night’s glare.
Coming to stand at the edge of the water and gazing up at the tree, she instinctively raised a paw to fiddle with her pendant. If her pendant hung up on those branches, instead of around her neck, would the Ascendants still be here?
She set her jaw, and set the chisel against the wall.
Starrynight. Planecrash. Phobeus. Immortalhd.
Narrowing her eyes, she swung the hammer at the chisel, striking the stone.
Mementomori. The records lay at her feet, names of those she had never met. Blue. Pixel. If she strained, perhaps a few of them seemed familiar… Sienna. Pioneer 10. The steady beat of hammer on chisel rang through the night. Warboy. Scar. It seemed no one was left to be startled by the noise. Rosepaw. Daunte. Were they still alive elsewhere, or were they watching her now? Colt. Roy. The latter, she remembered, sparks flying back against her face. Riza. Maes. Lucky. What she wouldn’t give to see her old friends again. Kion. Venta. Her breaths came out ragged, the strain on her mind already plain to see. Agilities. Surefour. Steel on steel on stone, again and again and again. Hrisovalantis. Animatedtoons. Were their skeletons buried here? John. Hebi. Was the simple invocation of their name enough to catch their attention? Lup. Amaranth. Of course not. It never was. Kurapika. Noctis. She had outlived them, remembering them was the least she could do. Xion. Raygun. Anything to clean up the destruction of her wake. Mirabella. Remy. Her records wouldn’t bring anyone back, but she had to record anyway. Starjelly.
Eternalwar. Eternal, she remembered.
Sonia. Rosegarden. Repeated strikes. Neferpitou. Vincent. What was it worth, just their names removed from context? Brigitte. Blake. Brigitte- the lost one, she recalled. Gordon. Geddy. Had they found better lives, or a violent end? Whitenoise. August. The static still lingered in her brain. Joel. Billiam. An unexpected reunion… now she knew what that was like. Gary. Serket. Resisting the flow of time, name by name… Mavrin. Iva.
She shivered, despite the heat of the sparks. Eve. Delta. Gale. Connor. If she broke focus for even a moment, she might black out. Onision. Cece. Diya. Jack-kit. She thought she could smell the reapers, see the shadows of claws clenching her limbs tightly. Washington. Carolina. Church. Caboose. The wind kicked up, blowing against her fur. Charlie. Echo. Merihem. Asher. Were… were those voices? Cass. Max. Anzarel. Zjarr. She didn’t dare look, even as she felt their eyes judging her. Marian. Rei. Bubonicplague. Elon.
Lirim. Jay. The ghost of something not quite animal flickered at the edges of her vision. Atreus. Hazel the raptor. An important distinction… or maybe not. Cass. Thea. ...different Cass? Same Cass? Was she repeating names already? Clove. Tintalle. The edges of her vision were beginning to darken. Nero. Zenyatta. She thought she could taste blood on her upper lip. Harper. Beverly. She couldn’t black out here. Gabriel. Lazarus. Angels, demons, what difference did it make? Deutschland. Feliciano. Whiskey burned on her tongue, though she had consumed none. Anakin. Miamihorror. Pointless, it all was. Versaillespalace. Nansen. Had she forgotten someone already? Texas. Amelia. Captains, agents, none were above the chaos. Crowdcontrol. Myliu.
She struggled not to drop the tools, even as her eyes gazed down at the pages, struggling to focus in on the names. Droplets of blood splotched against the paper, miraculously missing the names. Gritting her teeth, Rin glared back up at the wall and hammered away at the chisel. Felurian. Hexane. Volkrath. Rosetouch. Alexander. Rene. Gaatkaaras. Owen. Adelaide. Dante. Hearteyes. South. Inu. Prismaticgaze. Parker. Mercy.
Gods, she was dizzy. Anima. Feliks. Adhara. Vendetta. If she could just stay awake long enough to finish… Padme. Feyre. Brynhild. Danyla. Feyre’s seance, the burning flame, played over and over again in her mind. Cheolmin. Hyoyeon. Bugsy. Bex. Too many, taken before their time. Edelweiss. Junior. Tristezza. Ringo. Ringo… Eternal had called her that, once upon a time. Empyrah. Nakir. Redamancy. Bones. So many, scattered by tragedy. Victor. Kirk. Danny. Sagittario. Kirk’s name was achingly familiar… Ren. Coldsun. Ana. Alistair. The hammer wobbled in her telekinetic grip. She had to focus. Ingram. Vani. Azazel. Watson.
She was over halfway down the list, and yet there were still so many… she couldn’t forget them. She wasn’t going to give up. Ollie. Wanxi. Valkyr. Agathe. Yes, that was definitely the taste of blood. Maria. Charlotte. Atlas. Edee. She could feel a stinging pain in her shoulders. Clementine. Eleanor. Roslyn. Pandora. She had to forget the pain, this was her one mission. Saeran. Loverboy. Little-Horn. Atticus.
Digging her claws into the soil to ground herself, she struck the wall again and again, each clash punctuated by a yell. Alisaie. Bryn. Sekai. Meredith. Risus. Valemon. Silus. Titan. Aine. Atbash. Iskalo. Cody. Sandheart. Billie. Adelaine. Miyuki. Her two daughters… did it please them to see her waste away? Coriander. Papercrown. Sybil. Tydeus. Pierce. Ontario. Eimi. Boybright. Darkprince. Susie. Orpheus. Ambroise. Kris. Nanohana. Hawke. Amedeo. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her breath coming out in jagged, rapid bursts. Link. Zelda. Ollie. Frisk. Dorian. Kira. Abraxas. Syndicate. She was so close.
Suiteheart. Margaery. They had realized she wasn’t worth it. Bastilleprisoner. Hazel. The Ascendants would never forget. Cooper. Lunafreya. Lost parents, children, lovers… Radeken. Imperia. Shininglight. Lessa. Moonmade. Dead before their time.
No one would forget her failures, least of all her.
Staggering back and letting the hammer and chisel drop, Rin cast her gaze over the wall. Names… so many names. So many people she’d let down. And this wasn’t even all of them. Her crimes stared her in the face, dared her to acknowledge them.
Had they expected her to actually do so?
Trembling, Rin lifted a paw to touch her face. She inhaled shakily, then retracted her paw and gazed at its surface- scarred, stained with blood and tears. Of course it was. Slowly lying down to ease her nausea, she took one end of the scarf and wiped away the moisture from her face. The nosebleed would stop soon enough. The emotions, on the other hand… Nemhain would have something to say about it, for sure.
As she stared at the wall, the dizziness and pain fading away, Rin felt exhaustion take its place. Curling up into a ball, she shut her eyes and tried not to think about it.
/word count: 1174
/so this is... kind of a one-shot, kind of an open
/you're welcome to respond if you want to, but don't worry about it if not- and if you do reply, don't feel the need to match muse
/tl;dr: Rin carved most of the Ascendants' names into a cave wall by Starpool, and is now lying semi-conscious by the wall with a nosebleed and a reopened wound in her shoulder
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