What our hearts remember stays [Nazgul!Adan]
Dec 9, 2017 13:58:21 GMT -5
Post by Wyn on Dec 9, 2017 13:58:21 GMT -5
He was begging her to end it, to release him from the prison his corrupted body had become. She wanted to, gods how she wanted to. But the very idea of her dagger cutting his flesh nearly made her vomit again. The tears were flowing freely now, shuddering breaths shaking her form with each inhale. He reached out weakly, promising her he'd come back somehow, but surely not even elf magic could undo death itself. He was only telling her so in order to make this easier.
He was tugging at her, and she moved closer, swallowing her grief with a shaky breath. She couldn't be weak now, not this time. Whether or not he truly would come back, she owed it to him to end what her mistakes had started. They embraced for the last time, and she buried her face in his chest, obscuring his dying visage from her view and seeking what little reassurance she could. Though his body was cold and his heartbeat near-silent, the hands that turned her face upwards and the lips that pressed gently to her forehead were warm. When she looked into his eyes, pale though they were, she could see her Adan there still.
The sight gave her courage, and she nodded wordlessly, blinking to clear the blurriness of tears from her eyes. She let him guide the point of her dagger to his heart, her hands steady. Her eyes shut as she readied the blade, gripping it white-knuckled, then plunged it downwards.
The blade stabbed through fabric and flesh, between his ribs and into the elf's heart. She felt him shudder, heard him let out the smallest noise of pain. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a stain rapidly growing around the area around the dagger, buried up to its hilt. Crimson, not black. She held him as he slipped away, until his hand went limp and his eyes dulled, then gently lowered him back to the ground. With trembling hands, she reached up to shut his eyes for the last time.
She remained there for a time longer while tears streamed silently down her cheeks, kneeling by Adan's body. The orcs would make it to the bottom of the cliff soon, she knew. They'd kill her, and then this sad story would finally have it's end.
At first, she could hear nothing save the low moaning of the wind as it wound through the ravine. Then...
"Wyn?"
She was sure it had just been her mind playing tricks on her, making her think the wind was the voice of her fallen friend. That was all it could be. But then she could have sworn she heard it again, clearer this time. She sniffled, looking about, but there was nobody there.
"Forgive me, mellon-nin..."
No, that was no wind.
She peered towards the source of the sound, seeing...what? A glow? A trick of the light? It was a presence of some kind, that was all she could describe it as. The longer she stared, the more details she could make out--or was the form itself growing more solid by the minute? It was slender, head bowed as it sat on the ground next to her and the body. Her heart jumped in her chest, nearly skipping a beat. "Adan...is that you?" She hardly dared believe it--perhaps she had just merely gone insane at last and was imagining his ghost there. Nevertheless, she reached out to the spectre's shoulder hesitantly, unsure how he would react to the touch, or if it was even possible to touch him anymore.
He was tugging at her, and she moved closer, swallowing her grief with a shaky breath. She couldn't be weak now, not this time. Whether or not he truly would come back, she owed it to him to end what her mistakes had started. They embraced for the last time, and she buried her face in his chest, obscuring his dying visage from her view and seeking what little reassurance she could. Though his body was cold and his heartbeat near-silent, the hands that turned her face upwards and the lips that pressed gently to her forehead were warm. When she looked into his eyes, pale though they were, she could see her Adan there still.
The sight gave her courage, and she nodded wordlessly, blinking to clear the blurriness of tears from her eyes. She let him guide the point of her dagger to his heart, her hands steady. Her eyes shut as she readied the blade, gripping it white-knuckled, then plunged it downwards.
The blade stabbed through fabric and flesh, between his ribs and into the elf's heart. She felt him shudder, heard him let out the smallest noise of pain. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a stain rapidly growing around the area around the dagger, buried up to its hilt. Crimson, not black. She held him as he slipped away, until his hand went limp and his eyes dulled, then gently lowered him back to the ground. With trembling hands, she reached up to shut his eyes for the last time.
She remained there for a time longer while tears streamed silently down her cheeks, kneeling by Adan's body. The orcs would make it to the bottom of the cliff soon, she knew. They'd kill her, and then this sad story would finally have it's end.
At first, she could hear nothing save the low moaning of the wind as it wound through the ravine. Then...
"Wyn?"
She was sure it had just been her mind playing tricks on her, making her think the wind was the voice of her fallen friend. That was all it could be. But then she could have sworn she heard it again, clearer this time. She sniffled, looking about, but there was nobody there.
"Forgive me, mellon-nin..."
No, that was no wind.
She peered towards the source of the sound, seeing...what? A glow? A trick of the light? It was a presence of some kind, that was all she could describe it as. The longer she stared, the more details she could make out--or was the form itself growing more solid by the minute? It was slender, head bowed as it sat on the ground next to her and the body. Her heart jumped in her chest, nearly skipping a beat. "Adan...is that you?" She hardly dared believe it--perhaps she had just merely gone insane at last and was imagining his ghost there. Nevertheless, she reached out to the spectre's shoulder hesitantly, unsure how he would react to the touch, or if it was even possible to touch him anymore.