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towerofanimus2013-02-02 07:34 pm
eighteen_winters) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-02 07:34 pm
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Who: Illya and all you all
What: Open Post
When: 2/2
Where Graveyard, then to the dormitory floor.
Format: Action Spam
Warning: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggsssssssssssssssst, possible spoilers for Heaven's Feel
[It had been weeks since she had seen her beloved older brother, though Illya had remained optimistic that he had simply been busy, it was unlike Shirou to leave those he cared about alone for long. It was today that such dread finally overtook her sense of optimism, driving Illya to investigate the graveyard that stood oddly within the towers confines. It wasn't long before she happened a tombstone etched with a name she had dreaded to ever see in this vile place.
Illya could do naught but drop to her knees and cry, though her mother and so many other friends still resided in the tower, it felt as if she had lost a small portion of her soul had been cut out with a sharp knife. Such was the pain of losing her beloved older brother. For awhile she sits by the cold, grey stone and weeps, unable to process her grief any other way.
Anyone who happens through the graveyard will find her in such a state, weeping and trying her best to reconcile her own unrequited feelings.]
[After nearly two hours of crying and general sulking, Illya returns to her room, her eyes red and puffy, and clothes stained with tears. Though the worst had passed, her heart still lay heavy with regret and sorrow. She had finally thought she'd have time to tell Shirou how she'd felt and possibly be joined with him in a union that lay beyond her role as little sister. However, as it always seemed to happened, her existence was a cursed one, destined to be cut short without the fulfilment afforded to normal human beings.]
What: Open Post
When: 2/2
Where Graveyard, then to the dormitory floor.
Format: Action Spam
Warning: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggsssssssssssssssst, possible spoilers for Heaven's Feel
[It had been weeks since she had seen her beloved older brother, though Illya had remained optimistic that he had simply been busy, it was unlike Shirou to leave those he cared about alone for long. It was today that such dread finally overtook her sense of optimism, driving Illya to investigate the graveyard that stood oddly within the towers confines. It wasn't long before she happened a tombstone etched with a name she had dreaded to ever see in this vile place.
Illya could do naught but drop to her knees and cry, though her mother and so many other friends still resided in the tower, it felt as if she had lost a small portion of her soul had been cut out with a sharp knife. Such was the pain of losing her beloved older brother. For awhile she sits by the cold, grey stone and weeps, unable to process her grief any other way.
Anyone who happens through the graveyard will find her in such a state, weeping and trying her best to reconcile her own unrequited feelings.]
[After nearly two hours of crying and general sulking, Illya returns to her room, her eyes red and puffy, and clothes stained with tears. Though the worst had passed, her heart still lay heavy with regret and sorrow. She had finally thought she'd have time to tell Shirou how she'd felt and possibly be joined with him in a union that lay beyond her role as little sister. However, as it always seemed to happened, her existence was a cursed one, destined to be cut short without the fulfilment afforded to normal human beings.]
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He took me in after my servant was killed. I never was able to tell him, but I was in love with him...
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[Another case of alternate universes. It seems her world is different from his beyond just Saber's gender.]
Sorry.
[He can't say much else. Not when he knows she clearly lost someone very important to her in more ways than one.]
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It's all right, there is nothing anyone could have done about it. I just wish I would have confessed when I had the chance.
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...Hey, you know, what if you could tell him? I mean, when he comes back. Just leave him a note.
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All right...I'll do that.
[Illya tries her best to smile, though it is a rather sad sight admits all the tears and other mess blotting her pale face.]
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[He gives Illya an equally strained smile.]
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[He'll dash downstairs to find a rock and a carving tool. He should be back in about a half hour or so.]