{ as the light is falling } | emberly vs. teddy, day 8
Sept 2, 2017 0:57:35 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Sept 2, 2017 0:57:35 GMT -5
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[/presto]Gold doesn't create enough crimson to put Emberly Lowe in a grave.
He can taste death upon his tongue. It's a bitter taste of the things that he still had to do in life. Find out who he was. Remember the rest of them forever. Carry them everywhere he goes. It's a brief moment of fear that goes through his body. Death wasn't pretty. He's seen it too many times to know what it looked like. There's been so many who have died in front of his own two eyes. It's a stream of fear that sets his skin aflame. It's them that are desperate to see Teddy forever. Adelaide. Chester. Rory. Rhetoric. Ree. Raquel. Clementina. Basil. Kaiser. Wendell. Cam. They all wanted to see him when he joins them in death, which he knew would come soon. It was just one more hit away.
He needed to see them. The family that disowned him for reasons that he doesn't even know. The friends who had carried him like an equal through games that children play. He needed to see his Ma's grave, where stone meets the ground. Tears that would weep onto it being the remembrance of a good woman. The woman who raised him from a point in life that he didn't even fully know what was going on. There's a moment where he can see her smile, but it fades away in a second.
The koalas that sit on the headless chicken, cover their faces in either boredom or fear of what would happen to Teddy. Eyes glance back to Emberly Lowe, where she stands close to death like himself. Her words leave her lips first after the wound that he had cut open bleeds crimson. There's a moment where he thinks she's gonna fall, but she doesn't. This wasn't what he wanted for her. Suffering in pain from wounds that he had cut into her skin. Heart beats quicken in the tune of his breathing.
"I —"
She shatters like his heart.
"I hope so, too, if there is peace to be found. I don't know what comes after death and I'm so afraid, Teddy. For myself and for you, and for everyone who has died."
Fear. It's always been there lying underneath his skin. A poison that can't leave his tongue as he holds onto some sort of hope that he'll never have to know it. It had been working, until his name got pulled from a glass bowl. All he could do was feel his heart shattering for her. It's a silent crack that explodes into tears already. There's no shame in crying when death seems inevitable. There's no shame in crying for the innocent who didn't deserve what they were given. With the words on her lips echoing in his mind, he thinks of them all.
I hope they found their peace. Just like I will.
"I hope that everyone who has fallen here finds peace, that they didn't suffer just to disappear like they never existed."
They didn't suffer to just disappear like that. They deserved to be remembered as the people who they were. Even people like Wendell Gordon deserved peace in this world. They shouldn't have to suffer anymore. They deserved a peace that only they could find. All he can do is pray that he won't suffer when she puts her blade into him. All he can do is hope the dead grace him with open arms.
The lights are beginning to fade from them as crimson leaks from their skin. There's a puddle for each of them. It's like death wanted them to get as close as possible before deciding who to take. Bones rattle around him as he's breaking. There's a fantasy that he wanted when he wasn't a tribute. The only fantasy that seemed to be in his eyes now was to live. He wanted to live for them all and himself. He wanted to find peace in carrying their names with him. It's a moment of fear as he watches her as she almost stumbles. Blood dripping from her like it was from him. His leg and peg leg soaked in the crimson liquid that had fallen from his hip and legs. Blood coats his neck as he watches her.
"What matters in the end is that we remember, not how much we suffered. That we never forget them, what we've done here, or who we are. And hopefully, after everything, there is peace in death."
Remember. They would be remembered. He wouldn't forget them. She wouldn't forget them. They wouldn't forget what they've done and who they are and became. It's all in his veins as he can feel himself looking into her eyes like it might be the last thing he can see. He wouldn't mind seeing the brown, caring eyes staring over him as he went to the life after. They were around her like his own were. Clem. Ree. Raquel. McCarthy. He could feel them in the area like they were inviting her like they had been inviting him. It's all in his head, they still are there carrying her like she is carrying them.
Emberly and Teddy were equals who carried hearts of gold.
In the end, the world would be losing one golden heart.
It was a tragedy.
She picks up the sword that lays on the ground. His blood coating the blade with it's crimson and silver look. He holds himself for a moment, lowers the spear for a second. This was the moment. The moment where he thought death would take him to the next place where he belonged. Emberly would be the girl who killed the legless man from District Six. Emberly would kill the man who had taken Ree from her. She would be hailed as a hero, while he would fall to her. It didn't feel right, but if he were to die by anyone's hands. It would have been hers.
He waits for the strike to come.
"Until the end, Teddy."
It's slow for a second as he tries to move out of the way of her hits. He dodges the blade as it comes down at him. Silver and crimson gleam past his eyes, barely missing him. The strike never hits. He's surprised. Death seemed so close, but it wasn't over. He holds himself again, gold in his hands. Death wasn't going to get him yet. Emberly didn't deserve it either, but he didn't want to die. He had so much unfinished business. There's so much that he had to carry. He would walk thousands of miles if it meant that Emberly Lowe could live.
Until the end.
It was always until the end.
He would carry her to the end with him.
She was in his heart like a puzzle piece that fit with him.
"This is the end, Emberly."
He moves forward with the golden gleams that remind him of her heart. The sounds of Ree's want to be high upon his ears. Raquel's words echoing in his ears. Rory's taunts upon his mind. Rhetoric's politeness in his veins. Chester's smile plastered in the confines of his mind. Emberly's golden heart would join his even in death. Even if they were to die, he moves forward with the spear.
He cuts into her chest as he speaks with tears in his eyes.
They would never clear the wounds that would be left behind.
"Until the end, Emberly."
He can taste death upon his tongue. It's a bitter taste of the things that he still had to do in life. Find out who he was. Remember the rest of them forever. Carry them everywhere he goes. It's a brief moment of fear that goes through his body. Death wasn't pretty. He's seen it too many times to know what it looked like. There's been so many who have died in front of his own two eyes. It's a stream of fear that sets his skin aflame. It's them that are desperate to see Teddy forever. Adelaide. Chester. Rory. Rhetoric. Ree. Raquel. Clementina. Basil. Kaiser. Wendell. Cam. They all wanted to see him when he joins them in death, which he knew would come soon. It was just one more hit away.
He needed to see them. The family that disowned him for reasons that he doesn't even know. The friends who had carried him like an equal through games that children play. He needed to see his Ma's grave, where stone meets the ground. Tears that would weep onto it being the remembrance of a good woman. The woman who raised him from a point in life that he didn't even fully know what was going on. There's a moment where he can see her smile, but it fades away in a second.
The koalas that sit on the headless chicken, cover their faces in either boredom or fear of what would happen to Teddy. Eyes glance back to Emberly Lowe, where she stands close to death like himself. Her words leave her lips first after the wound that he had cut open bleeds crimson. There's a moment where he thinks she's gonna fall, but she doesn't. This wasn't what he wanted for her. Suffering in pain from wounds that he had cut into her skin. Heart beats quicken in the tune of his breathing.
"I —"
She shatters like his heart.
"I hope so, too, if there is peace to be found. I don't know what comes after death and I'm so afraid, Teddy. For myself and for you, and for everyone who has died."
Fear. It's always been there lying underneath his skin. A poison that can't leave his tongue as he holds onto some sort of hope that he'll never have to know it. It had been working, until his name got pulled from a glass bowl. All he could do was feel his heart shattering for her. It's a silent crack that explodes into tears already. There's no shame in crying when death seems inevitable. There's no shame in crying for the innocent who didn't deserve what they were given. With the words on her lips echoing in his mind, he thinks of them all.
I hope they found their peace. Just like I will.
"I hope that everyone who has fallen here finds peace, that they didn't suffer just to disappear like they never existed."
They didn't suffer to just disappear like that. They deserved to be remembered as the people who they were. Even people like Wendell Gordon deserved peace in this world. They shouldn't have to suffer anymore. They deserved a peace that only they could find. All he can do is pray that he won't suffer when she puts her blade into him. All he can do is hope the dead grace him with open arms.
The lights are beginning to fade from them as crimson leaks from their skin. There's a puddle for each of them. It's like death wanted them to get as close as possible before deciding who to take. Bones rattle around him as he's breaking. There's a fantasy that he wanted when he wasn't a tribute. The only fantasy that seemed to be in his eyes now was to live. He wanted to live for them all and himself. He wanted to find peace in carrying their names with him. It's a moment of fear as he watches her as she almost stumbles. Blood dripping from her like it was from him. His leg and peg leg soaked in the crimson liquid that had fallen from his hip and legs. Blood coats his neck as he watches her.
"What matters in the end is that we remember, not how much we suffered. That we never forget them, what we've done here, or who we are. And hopefully, after everything, there is peace in death."
Remember. They would be remembered. He wouldn't forget them. She wouldn't forget them. They wouldn't forget what they've done and who they are and became. It's all in his veins as he can feel himself looking into her eyes like it might be the last thing he can see. He wouldn't mind seeing the brown, caring eyes staring over him as he went to the life after. They were around her like his own were. Clem. Ree. Raquel. McCarthy. He could feel them in the area like they were inviting her like they had been inviting him. It's all in his head, they still are there carrying her like she is carrying them.
Emberly and Teddy were equals who carried hearts of gold.
In the end, the world would be losing one golden heart.
It was a tragedy.
She picks up the sword that lays on the ground. His blood coating the blade with it's crimson and silver look. He holds himself for a moment, lowers the spear for a second. This was the moment. The moment where he thought death would take him to the next place where he belonged. Emberly would be the girl who killed the legless man from District Six. Emberly would kill the man who had taken Ree from her. She would be hailed as a hero, while he would fall to her. It didn't feel right, but if he were to die by anyone's hands. It would have been hers.
He waits for the strike to come.
"Until the end, Teddy."
It's slow for a second as he tries to move out of the way of her hits. He dodges the blade as it comes down at him. Silver and crimson gleam past his eyes, barely missing him. The strike never hits. He's surprised. Death seemed so close, but it wasn't over. He holds himself again, gold in his hands. Death wasn't going to get him yet. Emberly didn't deserve it either, but he didn't want to die. He had so much unfinished business. There's so much that he had to carry. He would walk thousands of miles if it meant that Emberly Lowe could live.
Until the end.
It was always until the end.
He would carry her to the end with him.
She was in his heart like a puzzle piece that fit with him.
"This is the end, Emberly."
He moves forward with the golden gleams that remind him of her heart. The sounds of Ree's want to be high upon his ears. Raquel's words echoing in his ears. Rory's taunts upon his mind. Rhetoric's politeness in his veins. Chester's smile plastered in the confines of his mind. Emberly's golden heart would join his even in death. Even if they were to die, he moves forward with the spear.
He cuts into her chest as he speaks with tears in his eyes.
They would never clear the wounds that would be left behind.
"Until the end, Emberly."
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{ Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind }
{ Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind }
(Teddy attacks Emberly with Lance of Approval[Spear])
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