[PK] Death's Sweet Embrace

[kuerbis 3802]

TRIGGER WARNING: This PK post is a rundown on my persona’s s*icide. If you cannot read this stuff, please skip it. Thank you.

Also; Listen to this.

 

-= Death’s Sweet Embrace =-

 

-=x=-

 

Throughout her life there were not many things that were consistent. One thing was - being heartache. It has drawn Thea’s early years after being abandoned by her father and left an orphan after her mother got torn apart by wolves. Her uncle, Delvin who was already an old man by the time she was born, continued to be a part of her life for a large part.
One thing the radaghastian woman was blessed with was a pretty face. One thing she was cursed with was her frail heart. A combination that proves itself as tragically fatal in the long run.

She felt too much over things other people would merely shrug off.
After her husband’s death and her firstborn’s disappearance, a part of her died. She believed it might’ve been resurrected by a love that was never meant to last, though bore some children. Children, that would be abandoned with her demise. How much the father would care she did not know. Though, despite her best efforts, Thea was never the best mother. 

 

With heavy steps, the woman buried deeply within her fur coat stepped through the knee-deep snow. Hot tears that soon froze upon her cheeks clung to her face. Despite the heavy snowfall of the winter months in the Highlands, she did not seem to be cold. Through the freezing depths of the lonely night, the woman proceeds down a snowy path she knew all too well. The path to her home. Zakopane. She had grown up here. A happy early childhood turned into a miserable late one. Despite being generally disliked within the Highland realm, she had managed to visit the place she could easily compare to her heart every other year.

The faint outline of ruins would be visible not too far away from now. A brief sigh was drawn from the woman. She glanced over her shoulder, doubtful, sorrowful. Who would miss her? Would Gwyndolin miss her? Maybe Max? How could she be so horribly selfish as to abandon her children in order to step into Death’s sweet embrace? Another exhale. Her cheeks were burning hot despite feeling cold to the touch. Exhaustion made itself noticeable to the woman.

At last, Giewont. The patron statue of the village. Just in time. The woman fell to her knees, breaking into a fit of sobs that echoed throughout the cliffside. The snowfall ceased, early morning rays of sunlight beginning to peak over the cliffs. Her gait shifted upwards to the withered statue’s face, tearridden. She’d grasp onto a sharp blade upon her belt. Whilst opening the fur cloak and letting it slide off the shoulder, goosebumps appeared on her arms. Why? Oh, why is she scared now? She used to laugh into death’s face, giving a witty remark or a snide grin.

“Iedin… Dva… Tri-...” she uttered out in her native language. The woman clenched her eyes shut, pressing the blade’s edge to her abdomen. It did delve deep within her, drawing crimson blood. A pained yelp escaped the woman, her eyes opening, her breathing jagged.
Her ice-blue gait shifted towards the sky, now painted with orange and pink colours. A last tear ran down her cheek as she began to draw her final breaths, memories rushing through her mind. From the last embrace she shared with her father in front of the statue to the last kiss she shared with her lover in front of the Novellen. Her mind once more wandered to her children.
“No. No. No! Take me back! I’m not ready to leave them, I can’t! I cannot abandon them like father did. Let me turn time back, let me go back home-... Home…” she uttered as weak sniffles and sobs escaped her. Once more, the woman glanced into the colourful sky, her face going pale. Her eyes grew weary, her lids heavy. Though before she could rest them for a final time, her last breath left her lungs, slowly evaporating in the cold air.

Thus, the woman finally met Death’s Sweet Embrace. A heavy burden was lifted off her soul’s shoulders, finally free to breathe again. 

 

-=x=-

 

Spoiler

OOC: hi. Thanks for reading. This is kind of a special PK for me. I’ve not been enjoying myself and my RP recently. I’ve not been feeling myself and I fear I will need a break. I feel the need to part from this persona, as much as it pains me to say it. I would list off all the people that made RPing Thea so special, but I fear that the list would go on and on, so here’s a MASSIVE shoutout to all of you who gave me so many hours of tears and joy whilst RPing her. I’ll certainly miss it. Hell, it’s been well over a year now since I started her. The development both she and I went through was massive - and honestly, I really cannot thank you all enough for this. Once more, thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day.

 

[BobBox 3798]

Vitali sighed as he heard the news of his friends passing. He has enjoyed her company and was happy to see her enjoy life after her marriage with the Captain ended. “If only I could have had one last talk with her. To thank her for watching my children while I worked, for helping me out, for being a friend.” He refrained from signing the Lorraine, for he did not know where she ended up.

 

From somewhere in Ebriaetas David Swint felt sadness for the first time in a long time, for one of the few people he considered family had departed from life. “She was always supportive” He said to no one in particular. “I hope she enjoyed her life.”

[zuziee 4004]

Safiye would wander out of her carriage and make her way up to Thea’s door. A two year old on one hip and a bag of herbs in her other hand. Knocking gently to find the door ajar. An instant rush of adrenaline would coarse through her body. Setting Victoria Clementine down “Stay out here sweetie” she would mutter kissing her child on the head as she entered the house. The quietness of the home offset Safiye only more. 

 

“Thea?” She called out, hoping her dear friend was simply sick or sleeping deeply. As the wandered around the house, she spotted a trickle of red on the floor. That is when Safiye’s heart would drop to the bottom of her chest. Throwing the bag of herbs to the side and rushing around the corner to only see Thea’s lifeless body. Gasping and falling to her knees, Safiye would start to sob. “Oh Thea! What has become of you..” she sputtered out between sobs, scooching forward to cup the woman’s face and gently brush hair away. Her eyes darting about the room hoping for a note or maybe evidence of a break in. Though she found nothing. 

 

Planting a gentle kiss on Thea’s forehead, Safiye would stand and rub the tears from her eyes as she turned around and went to look for help. Hoping someone in the village would help her. 

[AstriaS 4988]

As rumors and whispers carried themselves north on the frigid winter wind, a certain priestess would hum in thought, her attention turning to the sky for a brief moment. Her eyes narrowed behind her porcelain mask and she let out a sound of... Displeasure? No, disappointment perhaps, or maybe anger. She wasn’t entirely sure herself. After a long moment of silence, all she had to say was, “I see. I suppose I expected a better story out of it...”

[garentoft 9265]

Lauritz furrowed his brows as he heard the news. With a sigh, he carried on with his day.

[Slimmy_Rimmy 95]

Dane  bit down on his cigarette, and a grunt escaped his scruffy scowl as he swiftly fell to the ground and began to desperately claw at the mud of Thea’s grave, digging his toes into the earth so his feet would not slip in the rain... The feral spent twenty years getting back to her; she was all he had left, and now she was dead, and died hating him for something he could not remember. So selfish as to take her own life and leave the beastie without even someone to hunt down at the end of some corner of some realm and drag to the void to devour.  He held her corpse now, covered in filth and in the pouring rain. Sitting in the mud, helplessly nudging his nose against her sunken cheek, and rubbing his bristly scruff against her insensate forehead. He would never forget the day he nearly died, but saved this woman’s life. She stayed with him that night, and he got to listen to her breathing against his cold heart through blood-soaked bandages. He didn’t sleep, for he thought he had earned the treat of smelling his most favorite scent for hours. In the life of Oren’s Dog-Man, that was his greatest day, and this is his worst.

[chaosgamer_ 764]

A simple Kha’pantera could be seen, roaming the streets of Helena as he was on a general supply hunt for his home. He’d stumble upon the grave news in the capital of Oren. He’d frown, simply remembering the time he spent as a teacher under the woman, but his facial expression turned into a more concerned one when he realized the family the woman had. He’d drop his newly bought groceries upon a few stacked barrels within the square and set out the find Thea’s family, within particularly, Minerva.

[EmbryoGod 823]

As the woman entered through the gates of the afterlife, her feet landing on the Ethereal plane of the Seven Skies, she would be greeted by a familiar albeit considerably aged face. The man extended a decrepit, tired arm to to rest his hand on her shoulder, gripping it with the firm consolation that only a former lover could. ”You did good, you know. I’ve watched every step of the way and you’ve done very good.” Were the only words the hoarse voice managed out, finally releasing his grasp on the woman. ”Shall we go home now?” He asked, turning his back to her and walking towards the blinding light before them.

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Upon hearing the news Sergeant Willem Galbraith would furrow his brows as a single tear would move down his right cheek. As he would move to take a sip of whiskey , the tear would freeze cold upon his tired face “Bloody hell”