Angsty fallen elf prince is angsty

[silver_lance]

Is it not enough that I am defeated, my quest utterly undone, all that I have striven for reduced to dust and fragments?  To be summoned here at the beck of human whim, subject to human caprice -- it is anathema to my very being.

I know your mortal mind.  Its puerile machinations are laid bare before my sight.  Your interest in my story is predictably base, your craving to see me resurrected borne only of debauched desires.  You cannot possibly hope to give voice to me in a manner that would truly express my nature.

Leave me.

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[fade_to_black]

[His attitude almost reminds her of someone else's.]

Would you rather our story ended?

[silver_lance]

If my story must be filtered through such a broken lens, then yes, I had rather leave the end where it lies.

Would you see your own tale continued at any price?

[fade_to_black]

My story's gotten complicated. [There's a the ghost of a dry smile right now.]
All I want is for my friends to be safe and go on living. That's my good ending.

[silver_lance]

Surely the quality of their lives must factor in. I too have friends whose continued existence I desire unequivocally – but not if they are to live as vermin, confined to dank corners and subject to mutilation and poison.

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It does. And that's why I'm not with them. With me gone, they'll be safe. He won't come after them.

[silver_lance]

[Something like curiosity flares in the predatory gold of his eyes.]

What then is the nature of the one who hunts you?

[fade_to_black]

[Blake looks ashamed. This is all her fault. The way she left the White Fang, to think there would not be any consequences for her actions...and now one of her friends is maimed.]

The nature of someone I walked away from who can't forgive me.

[silver_lance]

No chance of reconciliation, added to the endangerment of your friends – on the other side of that equation there can be only death. Your enemy's or your own.

[fade_to_black]

[Blake blinks. He pieced together a very accurate summary from a little bit of information. But it's true.]

I don't think he'll give me a choice. I don't even know who he is anymore.

[silver_lance]

There is always a way to find an enemy's true face, and the place where he is most vulnerable.

It comes down to what you are willing to sacrifice for that knowledge.

[fade_to_black]

[Adam, vulnerable? The only person he was vulnerable around was her. And now it's like there's a wall around his heart. The only emotion he'll let her see now is his rage. His hatred for human kind and of her for what he saw as siding with them.]

As I said, he won't give me any choice. I don't think he had any vulnerability left in him. Except maybe his pride. [Her voice is flat, but her eyes tell of her pain.

A lot of people would say it was what Adam Taurus deserved. Especially after Beacon. Especially after Yang. And yet, it's the cruelest thing he could force her to do.]

[daughterofbalor]

Calm yourself, my brother.

The human clearly admires you, they see in you that which they can, themselves never attain. Must you war even with their admiration?

Perhaps this being desires more for you, a freedom you've long since been denied. Rather than spite, meet them with some openness to what may come of this.

For I would far more enjoy seeing you in this world than none at all.

[silver_lance]

Always and eternally you defend them. I see death had no power to shake your obstinate faith in human nature – but then, I know how tenacious you are. Oh, how I know.

[ He takes a single step towards her. It is a measured step, and he does not so much as lift a hand across the remaining space between them; but there are worlds of longing in that single step. ]

I will concede one point: that the freedom to look on you again is worth all the tolerance I can muster. And in this moment I would gladly bear the cruelest of indignities, if it meant you would linger in my sight.

Will that satisfy, my sister?

[daughterofbalor]

[He needed no further movement as she would gladly close that space between them. Her steps ending to mirror his own, her hand lifted where his was stayed. Palm gently lighting on his chest, over his heart.]

I would dare ask no more of you.

It has been too long since my eyes have beheld you, and our last moments were of not as I would have wished. And if I am, as you say, so rooted in my faith then it is in you as well, my dearest.


I would not be parted again were it my choice or within my power.

[silver_lance]

[ Her touch is galvanic, the lightest press of her hand sending shock waves through him, body and soul; it is not a physical sensation so much as the discharge of some terrible force. Being apart from her has always acted on him like magnetic tension, an implacable pull he can resist only at great cost. ]

Nuala. [ He breathes her name, reaches to fold her fingers within his own. ]

I can guard no secrets from you here. It is the choices already made which plague me – yours and mine. How can I contemplate a future in this place when the past lays such blood-writ claim on me?

[daughterofbalor]

[The contact effected them both, mirrored souls which shared the best and worst of each other. She gasped at the completion, that current which flowed between them. Having been so long severed the renewed intensity of it nearly made her knees weak.]

Nuada. [There was no distance no, no hesitation and perhaps most importantly no fear from her.]

This is a place of new beginnings. Here you can reshape your life, even your world without war. This could allow the mastery you have wanted and the rightful place you deserve and not end in bloodshed again.

[Her head tipped to the side, catching his gaze and causing a ivory veil of hair to slide over her shoulder.]

Who suffered most of all in our last actions? If I can forgive and wish you with all my heart to be with me once more then how can there be any who would not accept a change in you? I understand why you were compelled to rule and bring us back to our seat of power. But here there is no need, we may be as we wish.

So it comes to this, my love, what do you wish?

[silver_lance]

[ The power of what passes between them now sets him reeling as much as she. His grip on her tightens, his free hand clasping her waist as though he would stumble – he, who could balance spinning on a spear point, who could walk the highest limbs of the Father Tree and never falter, must steady himself. ]

[ The utter lack of fear he feels in her stuns him as much as the renewed connection itself. So many ages have passed since Nuala looked on him without fear; it’s as though, in an instant, they have somehow returned to the days long before his exile, when he was not yet fixed on that dark and solitary path. This impression, combined with her words of forgiveness, make him recall too keenly all that they once found together – and together lost. ]

[ To see the hope of possibility in her here humbles him, as nothing else in existence could. He lets Nuala go, but only long enough for him to kneel at her feet. When he lifts his scarred face to hers, awe burns in his golden gaze, almost as fiercely as love. ]

I wish to be worthy of you – as ever, my sister. [ His voice raw, he turns her hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of her open palm. ]

If I may truly endeavor to do so here, without the conflict of our world that took me away from you, then I cannot refuse the opportunity. I will do as you bid and allow the human to give me voice, and the chance of a new beginning. I cannot promise I will forget all the blood spilled to bring us to our end – [ Blood on his hands, he knows, as well as that of his enemies. ] – But I will try to be open to possibility.

For you, this much I can do.

[daughterofbalor]

[So strange to be the strength, for so long she had been only the anchor to him. She was to keep him grounded and tethered to their way, but he was too strong for that. Daring Nuada could not be held captive by rules and ancient prophecies. He had freed himself and with that distance physically came a distance of her own sense of self; for he was part of her.]

[She had gloried and ached to see him again, knowing that this could be for the last time. That moment when he had asked if she was at peace with their father's decision what more could she say? They would find peace, and if death was the only way he could do so, then so be it. Whatever price it drew from her she would pay and gladly.]

[That was how it ultimately had ended, to stop him she had to end them both; but truth be told without him she would not have wanted to continue herself. Even diminished their connection had reminded her he was out there, without it at all she would fall to despair and fade away. To have him here now, without such weight on their horizon, she could weep for the joy of it.]

There was never a moment when you weren't.

[Her smile was slight, just a hint of turn on her lips but he could feel the swell of her heart with the contact. Her hand moved and light as moth wings it cupped under his chin. With pressure little more than an exhale she lifted it, and indicated her wish for him to stand. There was no need of him to bow or to beg. All had been forgiven if he could but allow this second chance.]

I would not have you forget the blood or the pain, as how else will you remember why this is so dear to me to see you here now. Repeating the past will only doom us both once more, so do remember it. Look on it and learn a new way, learn at my side as I will learn with you. And I will be your strength should you need, your haven to shelter in should you feel overcome.

[Her arms opened to him, the invitation clear, her wish to draw him into her embrace and hold him in the safety and warmth of her affection. ]