The Last Dance [PK Post]

[bloomtiara 354]

The Last Dance

 

 

“He’s dead, Hui. I killed him.”

 

The adrenaline built up in their veins as their foot skidded back through the muck. One, after the other, after the other, until it felt as if they glided through air with each step.

 

And yet, a hand caught them by their face, ending their flight like a hunter with his rifle. Flesh grinded against the stones beneath the murky waters. 

 

“I love you dearly.”

They allowed a smile to grace their face, for the first time in years. Feet swinging, just above that drop. Endless enough, they’d disappear with just a slip.

And they told, they loved that brightly colored boy, they loved him too. 

 

Oh, so dearly.

 

 Their maw gaped open, a bottle stuffed between their teeth as a sickly oil slid down their throat; hoarse, soundless cries meeting deaf ears. 

Fingertips pressed harshly against their skin, as someone loomed over them. One damp blue scarf sewn like deep seawater, pristine white hair filled with rotting petals; tainted in red.

Fire swelled.

It ate them, from the inside out, crawling, up until it flicked through their teeth.

 

The happy lad danced with them in the midst of the streets, sunlight shining down upon them.

The pale lass sat upon the steps, smile glowing as she watched the two dance.

Soles skidded across the earth and stones,

as they counted,

One two three,

 

 One    Two    Three,

 

One, Two, 

 

Three.

 

Oh, nothing came to that pitied child, as they were left behind. 

Again, and again,

 

and again.

 

They finally found the place to call home, amongst their mixed sisters, mother, and maln. Their dearests, the mud blood and silver haired.

Even that mage. He, who pitied the lonely child, long abandoned by their friends, convinced they’d been so horrible.

 That time together was cut short.

 

Those gone looking for whence they had went, found naught but decayed petals and squished butterflies, all their outfits and trinkets remain. 

Crayons littered the streets, crushed under someone’s weight.

 

The chickens starved, their beloved wisteria tree wilting.

And, they were never heard from since.

Oh, what karma it was, to be a repeat: the same as their father they once adored. Who they missed, so, so badly.

 

It’s a shame, their wails never became loud enough to notice.

Raspy.

Soft. 

Broken.

 

“Goohd nigh’.. Pieck. 

Love you, moth’r.”

 

“I’ll mis’ youh, Maln.”

 

[MangoManMini 104]

A sickening grin perked upon the pale maw of one certain character, digits clawing at the tools and equipment of a space often unoccupied. Following a maddened wheeze came unintelligible mutters which spat from their lips, gaunt cheeks tensed as that glow were almost lost in their squint.

 

And so, they got to work.

[Vocturne 68]

The Prince of Peacocks would shake his head, unable to accept the fact that his 'ker daughter would never return home. A stinging sensation bit ceaselessly at his eyes. "No, no... They'll be back!" The prince would cry, memories of warmer suns with a nearly-mute child, caring for them. "She needs to be okay!" The rest of the night was fraught with plenty of denial and wine.

[RachelPotato 59]

A single tear drops off of a mother's face and she falls to her knees. Then before you know it they pour down here face.

 

Her heart breaks into a million pieces. She thinks back to Hui's father and smiles as she remembers her best friend, he too forcefully taken away from her. 

 

The tears stop and rage fills her face. As she stands and walks to her knife cabinet she flings the doors open, lines her belt and walks out to do a job. 

 

As she walks she thinks back to all the memories of her darling child and the love she had for them. She pushes out of the gates of her home city and walks down the dusty road, a path taken by her a million times over. This time it was different. This time it was for Hui.

Edited November 13, 2021 by RachelPotato

[RachelPotato 59]

9 minutes ago, RachelPotato said:

A single tear drops off of a mother's face and she falls to her knees. Then before you know it they pour down here face.

 

Her heart breaks into a million pieces. She thinks back to Hui's father and smiles as she remembers her best friend, he too forcefully taken away from her. 

 

The tears stop and rage fills her face. As she stands and walks to her knife cabinet she flings the doors open, lines her belt and walks out to do a job. 

 

As she walks she thinks back to all the memories of her darling child and the love she had for them. She pushes out of the gates of her home city and walks down the dusty road, a path taken by her a million times over. This time it was different. This time it was for Hui

 

The song behind her as soon as she stands up.

https://youtu.be/VYIdx0J7SPA

 

[WysteriasMyth 120]

Lotis had gone back to Vortice to visit the 'ker that had given them a wisteria flower. They looked around, frowning as she was unable to find the dark elf. The elfess saw the cat that Hui was often around, but, however, did not see the mali'ker themselves. She let out a sigh, hoping that maybe the 'ker had just moved away. 

 

 

((OOC: MAN IM LITERALLY CRYING HUI WAS SO SWEET I MAY NOT HAVE INTERACTED WITH THEM MUCH BUT THIS DEATH WAS TOO CRUEL FOR SOMEONE SO EPIC :*(

[DragonofTaters 470]

A merry laugh. The brightest of grins. Crystal blue eyes flecked with gold danced with delight. The young mal moved down the street with energy and purpose, his eyes set on the brick home where his best friend, the one he loved, lived.

 

A crunch underfoot. He’d pause, looking down to the cobbled pathway. Familiar, brightly colored sticks of wax, now broken and crumbled, littered the stones. The man’s face fell. Never had he seen Hui discard those crayons. 
 

Renewed purpose, now urgent, carried him forwards once more. Up the steps and into the home. Locked or not, he’d make his way in. Even if it meant the destruction of the door or a nearby window. Inside, emptiness. Hollow. Nothing met his senses save old dusty air and silence. The pitiful and neglected chickens, the dead butterflies…

 

No tears, not yet. Then he’d look to the familiar tree. That plant which bloomed with Hui’s favorite blossoms. His heart sank. Never would Hui neglect it.

 

Never would Hui abandon what they loved.

 

Not willingly…

 

In the streets of Vortice, the man crumpled. Hands pressed to his face. Shoulders shook. Ahir wept for a love now lost. For a friend taken too soon. An ache left in his soul where there had been warmth and happiness.

 

Hours later, a cutting from the wisteria in one hand and the neglected chickens in the other, he started off. A certain orange furred cat trailed behind, pausing every so often to look over its shoulder. Hui might be gone, but that which they loved would not be forgotten.

[Commander_Jester 162]

  Elanor's eyes burned through the accursed pages of the desserts recipe book. She hadn't realized how complex it truly is to make chocolate dipped strawberries. Sure, she could have just gone to a sweet shop like the one in Oren to find these treats. But no, she learned her lesson in making last-minute purchases as a gift. Well, her older brother seems to be happy with his hamster friend, but did he really need a hamster?

 

Why is making chocolate so complicated? Elanor huffs to herself, closing the book before she tucks it underneath her armpit. At least she and her friend, Hui, could learn it together with Ahir'leilan. She smirks to herself at the thought as she strides through the stone streets of Vortice. Eager for the fun that they will all have together.

Then she spots the familiar colorful figure looming over the front of the stairs with a cutting of wisteria in his hand. Her grey eyes brighten, and her smile beams wide upon her features, her proud stride shifts to quick gallops. Yet the closer the colorful boy and Hui’s come came to view, the less… colors there seemed to be around Elanor.

She calls out his name, but he doesn’t respond.

Then she asks if Hui was home. Still no response.

So Elanor knocks against the door. Nothing.

 

She turns around, already finding the once-color filled boy walking away from her and Hui’s home. Her heart is met with the cold, cruel embrace of anxiety and fear for the worst. With a sharp breath, Elanor is already leaping across the stairs and running after the somber boy.  She holds the recipe book tight to her pounding chest, the only familiar thing in her grey world.

Grey.

Where is her grey friend, and what happened to them?