P’rihnn (
featherfoot) wrote2020-11-01 03:56 am
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PSL - Felih and Rihnn go to the First...
And it's not right.
P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?
He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.
Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.
P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?
He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.
Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.
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This is all so terribly, horribly wrong. For G'raha Tia to be warped like this, crystallized and a shell of the man Felih had known years ago... he cannot imagine how much has gone so wrong. He wants to fix it, wants to reach out to the man he loves, but the Exarch remains cold and distant as ever.
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Is it even possible for them to see this to the end?
"...how many times would you have me break your heart?" he asks, voice barely audible even to him. "How many times do you think I can bear to present you with your friend's withered, shambling corpse, held together by naught but a refusal to die?"
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He reaches for the Exarch's crystalline hand and holds it fast, pleading as he looks up at the other man. "I want to stand at your side, Raha. I want to do everything I can... everything I must. I don't wish to fail you yet again, not when- not when you've..." His voice trails off as he swallows hard, eyes roaming over all the exposed crystal he can see, how the other's mane has turned white from the way the Tower has claimed him.
Raha cannot keep going on like this.
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“I have used you,” he says, finally making an effort to pull his hand away. “Lied to you. Made a weapon of you… and I speak only of this cycle, not the myriad other times I have seen you suffer through every hell imaginable. Though my actions are undone, and you do not know the suffering I have caused you, I cannot forget.”
He lifts his head, and fixes Felih with a steady gaze.
“I have betrayed you, Felih. ‘tis true that I thought to spare your heart from the truth of it, but the fact remains unchanged.”
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"No, darling," Felih murmurs, a weak smile on his lips. "People have done far worse to me for far less. How could I ever turn away from you? You insist you are some villain, but I know your goals are noble."
His other hand reaches out and gently combs through the long white mane his first love now bears. "You can try your hardest, Raha, but you will not convince me to forsake you."