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towerofanimus2013-04-02 09:41 am
provenworth) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-02 09:41 am
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Beyond every bend is a long blinding end; It's the worst kind of pain I've known
Characters: Elena and YOU
Setting: The Graveyard
Format: Will match yours!
Summary: The Tower doesn’t allow much time for its residents to grieve or recover before the next big event and Elena is no exception. First the Dark World incident, then Wretched Egg and her lovely blood bombs; by the time things settle down enough for her to reflect and take in everything, it’s her birthday. Too bad her birthday party isn’t what she thought it would be.
Warnings: Sads.And snark if a certain somebody comes by to say 'I told you so'
[Floor 48 – Graveyard]
[There they all were. Lined up in a perfect row in the proper order of command from left to right, their names clear against the dark headstone. President Rufus, Tseng, Reno (aka, ‘Sparky”), Reno (aka, “Rusty”), and Rude. Even Strife’s grave was nearby, two rows back, but still close enough for her to pick up the sardonic way that the layout had been chosen. They were her team, her friends, her family. It was a grim and cruel reminder of who had come and who had gone; echoing the validity of Ganondorf’s earlier statement regarding how she of most of the residents had a reason to hate the Admins. Many had lost friends; she had lost her entire team...and her husband.
Elena had not come unprepared to this floor, having picked flowers from one of the meadow floors available. Each grave received its own small bouquet, an affectionate caress of the cold, curved top of each stone. She did nothing to hide the somber and saddened expression with the variety of feelings she held for each tombstone’s owner, pausing longer at one of the Reno stones. His bouquet was bigger, stems held together with a familiar green cloth that had been used only months earlier to tie around their wrists.]
...You jerk. You’re supposed to be the one giving flowers on a girl’s birthday, not the other way around. [Hands held each side of the tombstone, stabilizing her when she squatted down and pressed a quick kiss against the tombstone.] S’okay, I forgive you. Just don’t forget next year...
[Next year. That was assuming that she would still be stuck in this Summon-forsaken tower that long. Taking several steps backwards, she sat on some unknown grave, looking down the line – as well as the single additional off-tangent. At least the whole gang was together.]
...This is the deadest birthday party I have ever had.
[The words had come without thought or precognition, her voice fading into the silence of the graveyard. Lines of her face fell, the double entendre not missed and wholly inappropriate, earning a slow, shuddering breath. Shoulders sagged, chin lowering to press against the collar of her jacket as eyes fell closed.
This was the worst birthday ever.]
Setting: The Graveyard
Format: Will match yours!
Summary: The Tower doesn’t allow much time for its residents to grieve or recover before the next big event and Elena is no exception. First the Dark World incident, then Wretched Egg and her lovely blood bombs; by the time things settle down enough for her to reflect and take in everything, it’s her birthday. Too bad her birthday party isn’t what she thought it would be.
Warnings: Sads.
[Floor 48 – Graveyard]
[There they all were. Lined up in a perfect row in the proper order of command from left to right, their names clear against the dark headstone. President Rufus, Tseng, Reno (aka, ‘Sparky”), Reno (aka, “Rusty”), and Rude. Even Strife’s grave was nearby, two rows back, but still close enough for her to pick up the sardonic way that the layout had been chosen. They were her team, her friends, her family. It was a grim and cruel reminder of who had come and who had gone; echoing the validity of Ganondorf’s earlier statement regarding how she of most of the residents had a reason to hate the Admins. Many had lost friends; she had lost her entire team...and her husband.
Elena had not come unprepared to this floor, having picked flowers from one of the meadow floors available. Each grave received its own small bouquet, an affectionate caress of the cold, curved top of each stone. She did nothing to hide the somber and saddened expression with the variety of feelings she held for each tombstone’s owner, pausing longer at one of the Reno stones. His bouquet was bigger, stems held together with a familiar green cloth that had been used only months earlier to tie around their wrists.]
...You jerk. You’re supposed to be the one giving flowers on a girl’s birthday, not the other way around. [Hands held each side of the tombstone, stabilizing her when she squatted down and pressed a quick kiss against the tombstone.] S’okay, I forgive you. Just don’t forget next year...
[Next year. That was assuming that she would still be stuck in this Summon-forsaken tower that long. Taking several steps backwards, she sat on some unknown grave, looking down the line – as well as the single additional off-tangent. At least the whole gang was together.]
...This is the deadest birthday party I have ever had.
[The words had come without thought or precognition, her voice fading into the silence of the graveyard. Lines of her face fell, the double entendre not missed and wholly inappropriate, earning a slow, shuddering breath. Shoulders sagged, chin lowering to press against the collar of her jacket as eyes fell closed.
This was the worst birthday ever.]
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And then he heard the voice of someone here. He straightened up to watch, the hood of his cloak falling back - it had been pushed too far back in little bouts of distressed fidgeting to stay when he stood.
The distress of someone right in front of him, immediate and too solid, pulled him in. He stood at a comfortable distance until she stood again, when he approached and spoke, tearful.*
I'm so sorry...