03-04-2021, 11:36 PM
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So...there it was.
Sure, she’d expected a disappearance. No more, no less. It was what she was used to, maybe she was simply biased in her expectations. That would have been fine. Tragic, but fine. The swamp, after all, took no prisoners. Aurum and Siborno could have just...run away. Been on a walk, something like that. He’d been waltzing around the swamp looking for a place to nap not too long ago, just before Arrow left her ghost status behind and just after Elsweyr crawled back from her not so fun Pitt visit. It seemed like it would be natural to assume he was wandering around again, but she just didn’t feel like that was the case. Didn’t feel right. And that was the thing, she trusted her gut feeling more than whatever her mind could dream up, and her gut feeling shouted that something was wrong, bad. Murder, however, hadn’t been something she considered, or maybe it just wasn’t something she wanted to consider. Too bad.
Now Arrow....she didn’t usually cry like the others.
Yeah, she cried on occasion. She cried at Vig’s funeral, she’d cried on her own once or twice for other deaths, to her knowledge anyway. But she never cried when the thing happened, she just....she couldn’t make herself do it. Shock usually won out between the two, and that was the case here, too. So while Moth lost both her composure and visibility, Ana screamed and Elsweyr wept silently, Arrow was just...there. Wide eyed, blinking once or twice, but no tears escaped, and no wails threatened to make themselves known. Nothing. Nothingness. Crying would do anything anyway.
Tsk, tsk, Aurum. ”Was it always this foggy, here?” She asked, more of a disconnected mumbling rather than the usual clear manner of speaking. Well, everything about her behavior was simply wrong, for her. The tone, the weird....distance in her eyes. Like a low battery or as if someone had cracked her one over the head. She was looking at him, at them both, she had eyes locked on the corpses and yet it still didn’t click that they were very much dead. A Tanglewood without Aurum? Since when?
Huh, she felt like she’d always been around him, maybe even watched the dude grow into the guy he’d been until now. The ceremonious name change, his first kid in a long line of kids, where had Roy gone, anyway? Maybe wherever Aurum ended up, he’d cross paths in the afterlife with his kids. She didn’t know much about that sort of thing, despite being knee deep in it for a while. Being a ghost was different, you didn’t go anywhere.
”They ain’t getting up, Ana.” Arrow responded to the child’s pleading, attempting to pull her over with a paw, feeling the first emotion during this whole ordeal, which she found to be concern, sympathy. She was too young to be seeing something like this, it was far too brutal. Especially with no one to hide behind. Was she qualified to really handle how to emotionally tend to a child? Probably not, but again, too bad.
Her shoulder grazed Elsweyr’s, trying to at least offer some comfort for her teary-eyed girlfriend. She just wasn’t sure what to say. At least, she wasn’t sure what would actually help, anyway. It struck her a little too harshly that Els was next in line, she was going to be, y’know, replacing what was how a corpse. A heavy burden.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]Sure, she’d expected a disappearance. No more, no less. It was what she was used to, maybe she was simply biased in her expectations. That would have been fine. Tragic, but fine. The swamp, after all, took no prisoners. Aurum and Siborno could have just...run away. Been on a walk, something like that. He’d been waltzing around the swamp looking for a place to nap not too long ago, just before Arrow left her ghost status behind and just after Elsweyr crawled back from her not so fun Pitt visit. It seemed like it would be natural to assume he was wandering around again, but she just didn’t feel like that was the case. Didn’t feel right. And that was the thing, she trusted her gut feeling more than whatever her mind could dream up, and her gut feeling shouted that something was wrong, bad. Murder, however, hadn’t been something she considered, or maybe it just wasn’t something she wanted to consider. Too bad.
Now Arrow....she didn’t usually cry like the others.
Yeah, she cried on occasion. She cried at Vig’s funeral, she’d cried on her own once or twice for other deaths, to her knowledge anyway. But she never cried when the thing happened, she just....she couldn’t make herself do it. Shock usually won out between the two, and that was the case here, too. So while Moth lost both her composure and visibility, Ana screamed and Elsweyr wept silently, Arrow was just...there. Wide eyed, blinking once or twice, but no tears escaped, and no wails threatened to make themselves known. Nothing. Nothingness. Crying would do anything anyway.
Tsk, tsk, Aurum. ”Was it always this foggy, here?” She asked, more of a disconnected mumbling rather than the usual clear manner of speaking. Well, everything about her behavior was simply wrong, for her. The tone, the weird....distance in her eyes. Like a low battery or as if someone had cracked her one over the head. She was looking at him, at them both, she had eyes locked on the corpses and yet it still didn’t click that they were very much dead. A Tanglewood without Aurum? Since when?
Huh, she felt like she’d always been around him, maybe even watched the dude grow into the guy he’d been until now. The ceremonious name change, his first kid in a long line of kids, where had Roy gone, anyway? Maybe wherever Aurum ended up, he’d cross paths in the afterlife with his kids. She didn’t know much about that sort of thing, despite being knee deep in it for a while. Being a ghost was different, you didn’t go anywhere.
”They ain’t getting up, Ana.” Arrow responded to the child’s pleading, attempting to pull her over with a paw, feeling the first emotion during this whole ordeal, which she found to be concern, sympathy. She was too young to be seeing something like this, it was far too brutal. Especially with no one to hide behind. Was she qualified to really handle how to emotionally tend to a child? Probably not, but again, too bad.
Her shoulder grazed Elsweyr’s, trying to at least offer some comfort for her teary-eyed girlfriend. She just wasn’t sure what to say. At least, she wasn’t sure what would actually help, anyway. It struck her a little too harshly that Els was next in line, she was going to be, y’know, replacing what was how a corpse. A heavy burden.