HEIRS //THE RIPLEYS
Apr 16, 2013 1:28:09 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Apr 16, 2013 1:28:09 GMT -5
He who
wishes to
wear the crown
must endure
it's weight.
It's been this way since the reaping. When the body that was Jude Ripley opened his eyes, it wasn't Jude doing the work. Guilty as charged. Jude went away, he vanished, shut down completely. He's still gone, and doesn't show a sign of coming back at all either. It's alright with me. Smirking, he rose from his perch on the gravestone, sweeping back his hair with long fingers, stained with ink. Like Jude, Gaspard liked to write on any available space with a pen, and currently, he held an image of Nessie Libertine on the palm of his hand. I'm self named of course, Jude never bothered to give me one, and that wasn't very nice. He would help himself to the Libertine with Jude gone, of course. She was a sweet little treat. He stretched arms up to the sky, as if he had been sitting cramped in a room instead of underneath the night sky. Of course that was not the case.
Jude was gone. Not entirely gone, gone, but for the moment he wasn't coming back. At first, Gaspard for all his talk was almost hesitant about taking the reins. He'd come to hold a soft spot for the kid, oh gods no, it wasn't that. He just hadn't wanted to see him die, y'know? He'd figured Jude was coming back any day now, to shove Gaspard out and take the wheel again. But it had been days since the reaping, and days since Jude had made one peep. Gaspard wondered if it was possible, this thing. He knew that honsetly, he was still Jude, just as Jude had always been Gaspard, but there was something missing. An important piece that made Jude, Jude. One could say it was the Judeness. Of course Gaspard had feelings, loves, and cares, but none of them were the same as Jude's. Oh sure, he had a soft spot for whatsisface, the brother that wasn't dead yet, but honestly, he didn't see this as anything to cry over. We're being set free.
Jude had spent so much of his young life worrying about his brothers, and one by one, they were leaving him. He was supposed to be the one to take the fall for them. (bad idea in my opinion because I like living.) So really, if Jude was going to blame anyone, then he should go ahead and blame Gaspard. Gaspard was the root of what was the survivor in Jude Ripley, and long after he had given up, Gaspard would be there. Which is why, he supposed that he was here now, enjoying the fine spring day. It wasn't that warm, but there was sunlight happening, and Gaspard could actually feel the sun on his cheeks. It had been years since this had happened. Jude's father had died or something and for a moment, Gaspard had felt the rain on his face and it had been glorious.
At first Jude had clung on, if only by his nails, but now that 'the one that started with an N, but wasn't Nino' was dead, all bets were off. Gaspard hadn't been able to feel his scrabbling for purchase for hours and hours. To Gaspard, it felt like he had won. There was no more Jude Ripley, and Gaspard would have sex, eat cake, and live without a care. Oh god, caring is such boring business. Jude had shown him that, with his panic attacks, and his constant feeling things. Oh god, that was heavy. Gaspard had felt the tides of Jude's emotions so fiercely, and it wasn't fair. Now that he was running the show, he wouldn't let Jude make him feel anything again.
Waking up, that had been odd. There had been tubes, and a bed, and stark walls. There had been nurses, and a boy in the corner, the one that wasn't dead yet. Gaspard had put on a pretty face, said he was Jude, done the dance, and had been out of there at first light/ He'd grabbed Jude's old hat from the bedside table, and hopped out the window, quick as you please. At the time, he hadn't thought to worry about Jude, or where he was. He'd simply been triumphant, and he wanted to see the sunrise for himself.Now though, now he wasn't so sure.
A part of him, a minuscule part, had begun to miss that other guy, Jude Ripley. He'd loved poking fun at him for all those years, watching him slowly crumble. He didn't think that he'd enjoy the game more than being in control. Because now, this was boring, redundant. He'd been working for so hard, and for so long to get Jude to relinquish control. The kingdom is conquered, what's left to do? He'd begun searching for Jude again. For example, he was at the grave yard now, sitting on Fitz' body, kicking at some wilted stems beside the stone. He'd hoped Jude would come up to mope at least, but no dice. He'd been to the Libertine shop, to call on Nessie, and to see the baby. He remembered that Jude had like babies. His mother hen mode kicked in, and he'd know just how to hold them. The guy was made to be the perfect dad. Gaspard's father hadn't been that great. Neither had Jude's.
With a sigh, he placed his hat on his head, picking it up from Penelope's Libertine's gravestone. On the other side of Fitz's was Noah's freshly turned grave. The body had only just arrived. It had been a great funeral. They'd had those little sandwiches that you eat with tea. Jude hadn't even come back for that. Not that Gaspard couldn't handle it all. He could, you know. It was just that, Nino. Gaspard wasn't worried, but he knew Jude would be, and that wasn't right. Jude had to come back and deal with Nino. Gaspard could, but he wasn't a big brother, he wasn't anyone's. He was Gaspard, completely different, and not as panic attacky or talented with a pen. Sizing up Nino's grave stone, he climbed it, and balanced rather steadily upon the arched top. Surprisingly good, it was an A+ balancing act.
Frustrations peaking, Gaspard angrily punched the air, sending him dangerously off balance, and said, "Oh come of it Jude Ripley, you won't even come back to kick me of yer brother's gravestone? Where the hell have ye gone, ye little bitch?"
ooc: Oh god, I am sorry what the actual butts is this.