dear_mun | On Arthas and...stuff @ The last Voyages

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On Arthas and...stuff @ The last Voyages

Mm, did you think I'd ever go for someone not Arthas--after everything? Pretty sure you figured out sometime back in at least November, that there wasn't anyone else on that boat, nor would there ever be. Kyle's dead and he's been dead for a little more than a decade. I'm not saying I don't love him, because I do every day--and I love him the same as I always have--but Arthas. Dunno. He just grew on me, I guess. ~~And got in my head where he's stayed and I'd still die for him again and again.~~ In any case, this only took, what? Seven months? Six?

Fuck if I know. I don't think I have the right words anyway. Too complicated. Don't look at me like that, you jackass. And that Valentine's Day picture? Christ. I don't even know what do to do with that.

Go make your damned coffee and go to work.

Jesus, the shit I have to put up with from you.

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((Though I will admit there's no small irony in me frequently comparing Death Knights to Terminators in seeing this))

Wait.

Wait wait.

Back the hell up. Did you say Arthas?

Yes, I did, and it's...complicated. Very complicated.

....

Are we even thinking of the same Arthas? The Lich King? The bastard who killed his own father, decimated his kingdom--among others--just.

...

[Aaaand that's when Fortyskey loses it. She laughs, long, hard and unimaginably bitter]

Lady, you're fucking crazy. That's all I'm saying.

Mm. I know the history. But you don't know the Barge or the man I know. They're not quite the same man. [Which is weird and horrifying if you're coming from anywhere outside.] Everyone deserves a chance to start again, even if that chance is more than one. He can't fix the shit he did, he can't take it back, but he has the opportunity to...walk a different path, now.

It's too late for sorry. But it's not to late to make the future something better. That option is there, if and when he wants it.

[Fortyskey's tone, in that rhaspy voice of hers, keeps the hardened bitter edge. She doesn't make eye contact, but with the pupil-less glowing yellow eyes, it's somewhat hard to tell] Maybe I don't know. Maybe the asshole has changed. But I'll tell you this much. He's destroyed everything he's ever cared for on his path to righteousness. Don't be surprised when he tears you to shreds too.

Knowing the history is one damn thing. Experiencing that twisted unliving hell is a whole different fucking game. [She gestures to herself. Scrawny, bony, and clearly not alive--and aside from the eyes, the longer one's around her, the more of it they might notice: The pale skin clinging to her bones, the fact that she doesn't breathe except to speak, and an echo to her voice like she's not quite there in her own body. And the stiff movements, the slumped posture.]

[She let out a long sigh. Sarah couldn't fix this anymore than she could stop a snowstorm.]

At least we'll try. I'm not giving up before we've so much as really started. I can see what he did and it's fucking awful. If I could apologize and it'd mean shit, I would, but I'm guessing it wouldn't.

I wish I could fix it, but the only fixing I can do is in the present to try an guard the future. Maybe I'll wind up fucked, maybe not. But at least I can say I gave all of this my best fucking shot.

[Sorry Sarah, Fortyskey's of the camp that Arthas won't change. Partially it's because she's hated him for so long and so bitterly, that him changing doesn't mesh at all in her mind. Sarah could present physical proof and the dead warlock wouldn't believe it.]

Feh. Your funeral then, maybe you'll get really lucky and if he really likes you--[her tone reaches a really, really sarcastic sing-song pitch, which only manages to be somewhat eerie]--He'll make you one of his Royal Highness's Death Knights! An unliving, unfeeling, unstoppable killing machine bound to his will.

[With that little jibe, Fortyskay starts to storm off.]

[Sarah is reminded of Gaeta. Strongly. And knows there's nothing she could say, so she lights up a cigarette and let's the woman walk. The future hasn't been written and she can't walk from the possibilities it presents.]

[Just going to sit here and let this happen.]

[Just going to quietly eye him.]

[She sees you there, but aside from a momentary glare, you don't even get the dignity of a response--partially because she has no idea what to say to him]

..No shame in any of this.

No shame needed. At least not in my book. Plenty of others, maybe.

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On Arthas and...stuff @ The last Voyages

..I am so sorry

They are, kinda, Terminators. Sorta.

They really are. Perfected killing machines made to resemble and unnerve the living?

Pretty much.

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..I am so sorry for her, she's a cynical bitch.

:( Welp, that's whatcha get when you're not!dating Arthas Menethil.

oh ff :C here's where i get self-concious about how ooc he must look

Two years of game canon plus his soul, gotta remember that. <3

Oh no no, don't worry! I've read your CR off and on before--Forty's just cynical

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