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No 12
Sept 2, 2004 16:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Sept 2, 2004 16:29:48 GMT -5
He laughs and squirms, but doesn't fight back. *She tickles him harder.*
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No 12
Sept 3, 2004 9:19:18 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Sept 3, 2004 9:19:18 GMT -5
He laughs and grabs her wrists.Tssk.
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No 12
Sept 3, 2004 10:55:54 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Sept 3, 2004 10:55:54 GMT -5
He laughs and grabs her wrists.Tssk. No fair. *She mock pouts.*
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No 12
Sept 6, 2004 9:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Sept 6, 2004 9:22:32 GMT -5
He grins and pokes her playfully in the stomach.You're so pretty when you're evil.
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No 12
Sept 20, 2004 15:06:31 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Sept 20, 2004 15:06:31 GMT -5
He sits at the bedside yet again. She's been calmer lately, since the relapse into depression of the funeral. More cheerful... Or pretending to be. No, she's really trying. She's so strong. He frowns. The sunlight coming in through the window is quickly fading. It spreads a red haze over the room, over her white hair, over her face. It doesn't take too much imagination to imagine the room drenched in blood, her face, her hair... He looks at the palm of his hand and it, too, is red. He gets up and walks to the window. The light now falls on him, painting blood on his face, on his clothes. His shadow upon Taerlin leaves her in the dark, but clean of the haze now. She shifts in her sleep. Eskel looks down at his hands and sighs. It has to be done, but- He wonders what the Abyss will be like and shudders, suddenly feeling very, very cold. He draws the curtains, but the haze is over his eyes for some minutes longer. The young Elf turns and walks back to the bed. He runs his hand through her hair, and kisses her forehead.
Love you.
He grabs his cloak and walks out of the room without looking back, softly closing the door behind him. He checks up on Narwain and Lotheg. Both are in their beds, both fast asleep. He smiles. They've gone to school for a few weeks now, and are proving themselves excellent students, the teachers are very happy about them. They are wonderful children, they would make Nana and Adar so terribly proud. The corner of his mouth twitches. Does he? Mother was a kind person. She would never have agreed. Father- maybe. He doesn't really know. But- but it has to be done. He swallows. How will they cope without him, he wonders. He has always been there- will they cope? Taerlin, Taerlin will be here. Will she cope? Yes, she will... She's strong and she's smart. She's been much better after the funeral. Will he get a funeral? He shakes the thought, walks downstairs. He writes a short note.
"Gone to work, back soon."
When will "back soon" mean "farewell" he wonders... He ties up the cloak, puts the hood up, grabs his key from the table and leaves the house. As he passes through the front garden, his leg beats against a rose, knocking off the leaves. He doesn't notice and carries on.
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 9:43:29 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Dec 31, 2004 9:43:29 GMT -5
Tarot and Chessa lay in the alley, their blood running over the cobblestones, mingling with the blood of the humans she had just killed. In an instant, she will turn around and attack the crowd, rage filling her and overflowing. In an instant, she will be arrested. It is just one instant…but that instant lasts for an eternity. Every detail of that instant is etched into her memory, and this night, like so many nights before, she lives that instant again.
Tarot’s face slack, limp, at rest, none of the intelligence she had seen so often glistening in his eyes, nothing in them at all…Chessa, her body as slack as Tarots face, relaxed in a way she never was in life, none of the calm tension she always had, the readiness to spring in a moments notice, all poise gone…both of their eyes are open, accusingly. If she had been there, she could have killed these humans (dogs). Instead, they died. They died because she wasn’t there….and then their faces run, and their bodies melt. One body is lying there, the same accusing eyes as Eskel’s corpse looks up at her in accusation for letting him die, as she let Tarot and Chessa die…
With a jerk, Taerlin wakes up, shivering in the cold. She gets up quietly, so not to disturb Eskel, and slips downstairs. It hadn’t been the first night she had had the dream, though it was recent, and it wouldn’t be the last. She shakes her head sadly as she begins to make herself coffee, ivory locks falling across ebony skin. The dreams had stopped, for a little while, and then started up again…around the same time Eskel began to pull away. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, maybe tightness around the mouth, or a dimming of the light behind his eyes. Lately, when he smiled at her, she had the feeling she was being grinned at by a corpse. She still loved him, and she thought (hoped?) that he still loved her. But there was this feeling that he was only going through the motions, putting on a pantomime to please her.
To be fair, she thought as she sipped the coffee slowly, she had been doing the same, though she tried to stop herself. Part of her had died with Tarot and Chessa, and for a while, that void had defined her. She was beginning to come back, to heal…and as she healed, Eskel seemed to wither within. The kids didn’t seem to notice it, at least to her eyes, but they would soon if they hadn’t already. That’s why she thought he still loved her, knew he still loved her – he looked the same way, acted the same act, around the children, and he could never stop loving them. She sighed again, near tears. What can she do? Whatever is troubling him, he was keeping it locked inside, and she didn’t know how to bring it out.
.oO (Be honest to yourself, if nothing else. You are afraid of it, and afraid of what will happen if you make him bring it out.)
It was true, hard as she tries to push the thought away. She was afraid of what he kept locked away, and part of her was afraid because she knew what it was, knew without asking him. He was prepared to die, expected to die, and planned to die. He excepted his premature death as the only possible outcome.
Her face hardened. She would not, could not, let him die. If it took everything she had, he would not die, even if she…<br>.oO (no. It sounds wonderful, but you cannot die beside him, and you damn well know it. If you die, who will care for the children?)
Putting down the coffee mug, she puts her head in her hands and lets the tears flow silently, streaming almost invisibly down ebony cheeks. She could die for him, if her death would save his life, but she would be denied the peace of dying beside him, because she knew her soul could never rest if the children were left alone.
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:16:30 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Dec 31, 2004 14:16:30 GMT -5
He sits up and holds his head in his hands. Ow damnit... Headache from Hells. He gets up slowly. Cold... He needs a drink. He stumbles out of the room and quietly checks up on the children. They're asleep, he can hear their breaths, they're okay. He sighs and walks downstairs.
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:38:14 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Dec 31, 2004 14:38:14 GMT -5
*Taerlin looks up as she hears Eskel walk down. She didn't want him to know she was crying, so she wipes her eyes. If he sees her, it will look like she's just rubbing sleep from her eyes. She takes the coffee and gives it a sip, waiting for him to come down.*
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:42:01 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Dec 31, 2004 14:42:01 GMT -5
He wanders into the kitchen and leasurely gets himself a bottle before he turns and spots her. He jumps, shakes his sleepy head, blinks and looks again.
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... hi. You- heh, you gave me a start. Can't sleep?
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:45:30 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Dec 31, 2004 14:45:30 GMT -5
*She smiles at him.*
Nope. Same with you?
*She takes a sip of her coffee. Her face doesn't show much, but her eyes do flicker to the bottle, briefly.*
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:49:25 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Dec 31, 2004 14:49:25 GMT -5
He attempts a smile.
Yeah.
He fiddles with the bottle before popping the cork off. Not sure what is in there, but it hardly matters. He takes a swig and runs his hand through his hair. It's not milk.
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:53:02 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Dec 31, 2004 14:53:02 GMT -5
*She stands up suddenly and walks over to him, reaching to give him a tight hug.*
I love you.
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:55:55 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Dec 31, 2004 14:55:55 GMT -5
He blinks and looks down at her white hair when she hugs him, takes another swig then kisses her head.
You too.
He puts an arm around her shoulders and offers her the bottle.
... like some?
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 14:58:46 GMT -5
Post by Taerlin on Dec 31, 2004 14:58:46 GMT -5
*She shakes her head.*
I shouldn't. Any reason why you couldn't sleep?
*She gives him a concerned look. How long had this drinking been going on? Had she just not noticed it?*
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No 12
Dec 31, 2004 15:01:59 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Dec 31, 2004 15:01:59 GMT -5
Hm? Okay...
He shrugs.
No... Don't know. You?
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