sapphic_spidy

free me

TWICE!!!

"Please. Please! Stop! You're killing him!" Alice was always a bad person. He was hardly a person at all. He smiled at the people he wanted to maim, whispering to his favorite about how he'd do what they asked, without question, never with question. He didn't push Louis. He pushed Kathy. He didn't maim Zathros. No, he did, he didn't kill Zathros. But he dreamed of it every night god did he dream of it to never stop to keep hitting and hitting a He got where he was by being just polite enough. A smile. A kind word. It was hollow, empty, but it was enough. He was given nobility. He was given a tavern. He was given more chances to speak his words of poison into ears that would listen. And he loved someone. He really did. Oh, he'd loved before, but he'd never been loved. Not truly, for the monster he was. But this one did love him, even for his flaws. Even though he admitted to everything that was wrong with him. But too much was wrong with him, and she ruined everything. The wolf whispered in ears, just as Alice would, and the whispers stuck, and his favorite left him. In his anger, he made a very, very poor choice. Alice was never going to kill her. No, she was a mother, she was all her kid had, her kid was around the same age as his own. No, he wasn't going to kill her. But he wanted her scared. He wanted her to report what he did, to get him in trouble, because he forgot there was more to life than his favorite. ... ... ... There are flashes in his head, before it's over. Dancing with Gwen, sneaking through the tunnels with Arya, showing his daughter the stars because she always seemed to love them. In the end, he remembers. He remembers so much. Gwilym's cape, like some vigilante, the swirl of it. The joy on Elvinna's toddler's face, opening his presents. The smell of the pie, Drels asking when it was ready, not yet understanding how to be patient. Corann didn't trust the wine. Thernos didn't trust the false apology. Linguine took his sword. The Ivorians took him at his word. So much he forgot. He forgot so much. He couldn't remember the order. But there was so much to his life. Quill's face. Quill's smile. The real one, and the fake one. Quill's laugh. Quill. Quill. Quillian. He's watching me. He's watching me right now. His eyes open slightly, but he's not seeing a damn thing, as the rock crashes into his skull, again and again and again. Alistair used to be so good at this. At not showing all of his cards. But he did, this time, and it ended in... this. Beautifully ironic. He wanted to die like this, if he died. But he didn't want to. In the end he really wanted to live. People aren't toys, he knows that now. Words matter, he understands. He understands everything, if only it weren't too late. ----------------- THE LAST LETTERS OF ALISTAIR TREUBERG ARYA ALTWEGG GWEN OF BALAMENA EDREATH QUILL --- OOC SECTION!!

Castien sighs. Long and drawn out. He considers bashing his head against the wall. "Th-They're not even a cursed child, they just look like that."

Why, why, why? Why can't time stand still for just a little while? Why can't he bubble up the good moments and keep them close forever? Why does everything have to end the same way every time? Castien, down an eye, down an ear, down a dear friend.

The hostage, traumatized, maimed, and beaten, resigns to play drunk cards in a basement somewhere so that he doesn't lose his marbles.

HOLD ON. HOLD ON ME TOO-

"Disgusting." Castien seethes. There's not much he can do to help. He can't change anything that's been done. But people are left. Those he can help.

"I really hope no one kills me about this." Alice says, happy. But rightfully a bit nervous.

"They'll dismiss this, like the dismiss everything." Castien murmurs. "But I won't." If there's one trait Castien has always had, even when it was not in his best interest, it was how much he can talk.

okay fine i have a question: why do you hate me and want me to die?

not a question but say hi to me

NEXT MAP I WILL DO MY BEST TO BECOME MUSIN AT SOME POINT.

"He's not a real doctor!" Castien exclaims belligerently, his forever grudge against Dr. A unyielding.

Fallon isn't a child anymore. She's grown up. She's gone on her own adventures. She's not a child anymore, but this development makes her feel like one once more. Makes her wish she was one. She doesn't want to cry, but she can't help it. Time is passing. People grow up. People die. There's no escape, there's no real ending. The halfling will miss the man she called father.

I always used moon path kani to do falls irp on my character who had it. I did full emotes even when no one was anywhere nearby. There are literally ways to take major falls irp without getting hurt, so people who want to do that should just pursue them LMAO

An elven medic prepares to commit tax evasion.

"Cerulean-" Castien attempts to remain calm as another stressor adds to the evergrowing pile.

Castien is just relieved he didn't have to deal with more blood than he did. If that's all the Scribe has to offer, then fear is worthless. All that matters is preparation. He wasn't there to see the fight, but he sure could judge the aftermath, as he often does. It's not over. He knows that much. Another letter begins to be drafted...