1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-11-07 21:01:38
Fable looked up as Bonnie was pulled from Anya's side, and stood up with the woman in his arms. "Let's go." He said, coldly, ignoring the man that was now going up in flames. He carried her through the dusty secret passageway, trying to keep her from inhaling the dusty air. He smiled as they popped into the fresh air, birds singing and sun shining upon the woman in his arms. "One last time. You get to see the sun." He whispered to her, kissing her cheek sadly. He sat down, laying her head in his lap so she wasn't just laying on the hard ground. He stroked her hair, tears starting to fall down his cheeks once more. "I'm going to miss you, Anya. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe." He told her, voice shaky and lip quivering. |
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Posted 2022-11-08 07:41:00 (edited)
Cerise heaved herself from her rest, letting out a gentle grunt, lumbering over to the group. She snorted as she noticed the two new people, tilting her head and sniffing at Anya's head. The woman turned her face slightly to stare up at the bear, fixing her with a weak smile. Perhaps sensing that she was on the verge of death, Cerise sat back, hunching her shoulders and licking Anya's face. She glanced up at Bonnie, whose eyes were staring back at her. "Momma, issa bear," the little girl muttered, tugging on her mother's sleeve. Anya's laugh turned into a hacking cough, and she cupped Bonnie's cheek in her hand. "It is, honey. It is a bear." Quesnel emerged, blinked in the sudden light, and quietly shut the rusty door behind him. He turned, rushing over to the others. "They're going to be looking for us," he said worriedly, and Gideon nodded before cursing under his breath, shaking his head. "I shoulda killed 'em when I had the chance, dammit." Pinenut, still clinging onto Bonnie's shoulder, let out a gentle squeak, scrambling down her arm and leaping onto Fable's knee. The larger man grimaced at the sight of Fable and Anya, Bonnie and Pinenut, and even Cerise all in a small huddle. He could feel the tears starting to spill already. Slowly, he lumbered over to Fable, crouching down beside him. He smoothed out Anya's hair, and the woman gave a shuddering sigh. "You did all you could, honey. If fate willed it, then fate shall have it," she muttered, her voice wavering. She smiled up at the sky again, tightening her grip on Fable's arm. She turned her head to him, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You were the son I never had, Fable. Thank you." Her eyes flicked down to Bonnie, who was crying. "Momma, please don't go," she murmured, clutching Anya's arm. "Oh, my sweet baby," Anya cooed, smiling sadly. "I'm so sorry, honey." She looked back up at Fable. "Take care of her. Please, Fable, keep her safe." She took a shuddering breath. "Please, promise me." |
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Posted 2022-11-09 10:13:29
He looked up at Ques when the larger man crouched down next to them, reaching up to pat him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. He wasn't sure what else to do, they were more distant than before all because of Fable himself. It shouldn't have mattered that he was a witch, but it kept bugging him. Why wouldn't he tell? And why didn't he realise the other man was a witch in the first place? He should've felt it.. He looked down at Anya again, leaning into her touch. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you.. I love you." He whispered, eyes pricking once again. "I promise you. No harm will come to Bonnie while she's in my care." He vowed, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. "You can rest now.. Elle is waiting for you." |
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Posted 2022-11-09 11:43:18 (edited)
"Thank you," she said, closing her eyes. "I love you two so much." She took a shuddering breath, her hand slipping down from Bonnie's face and reaching to her chest, unclasping a small brooch. She put it in Bonnie's hand, who clutched it desperately. "Momma's bug," the little girl whispered to herself, staring down at the small bejeweled beetle. A gentle smile lit up Anya's face as she stared up at the sky again, her eyes unfocusing and turning glassy. And then she was gone. Her hand slipped from Fable's arm, and Bonnie grasped it herself, clutching it to her chest. "M-Momma? Momma, wake up, wake up, Momma," she wailed, shaking Anya's arm violently. Quesnel bowed his head, looking over Fable at Bonnie. Before he could begin to comfort her, however, Gideon was there in a flash on his knees. He scooped her up into a tight hug, and although she wailed louder and hit and kicked him, she eventually melted into quiet whimpers. Gideon stroked her hair, murmuring reassurances in a different language. Quesnel brushed his hand over Anya's face, wiping the lingering tears away with his thumb. After a pause of hesitation, he spoke. "We should... we should go," he said softly, looking up at Fable. "They'll be searching the grounds for us soon if they aren't already." He turned his attention down at the body below him. Despite the grime and her underfed features, she was beautiful. "She seemed like a wonderful person, Fable," he whispered, leaning against Fable's side. "You did the right thing, bringing her out here." He took a shuddering breath. "At least she's not suffering anymore." |
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Posted 2022-11-09 21:35:09 (edited)
Right.. not suffering. That's what matters. The small man looked over to Gideon and Bonnie, a small smile rising to his lips. "Right.. Gideon?" He called out for the red haired man, "can you take Bonnie into town while me and Ques⦠lay Anya to rest?" He asked, wiping the almost dried tears from his cheeks. He looked over at his companion, "can you carry her, dear?" He asked, head tilted. "Oh, and, if you want to buy Bonnie something more to eat, here are some coins. He reached into his pant pocket, and pulled out coins that were cold in coloration, decorated with small stars that surrounded a crown. He held them out to the other man. "I'm sure she's still starving, that jerky probably didn't put much of a dent in her hunger." |
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Posted 2022-11-09 22:16:38
The loss of someone so young, especially someone that had a child... was an awful occurrence. He swallowed down the burning in his throat, blinking away the tears that welled in his eyes, and sniffled softly. He felt... dread. An awful, dark sense of dread opened up in his chest and stomach and dropped down, down into his very soul. Was this what losing his mother would feel like? He chewed on the inside of his lip. He wasn't ready for her to go. He had to get home to her. Gideon looked up from Bonnie's hair, his eyes red and watering. "Yeah," he said softly, nodding and hugging Bonnie tighter. The girl gave a small hiccup, burying her face into Gideon's shirt, her tiny hands clutching the fabric. "Yeah, sure." Quesnel glanced up as Fable turned his head to look at him, stomach twinging as he called him dear. He shut the feeling out; now was certainly not the time for such feelings. "Of course," he said softly. "I would be honored." Gideon took the coins that Fable offered, pocketing them. "C'mon, kiddo. Let's go get you some new clothes and somethin' to eat." He stood, still holding Bonnie tightly. Pinenut squeaked, leaping from Fable's knee up Gideon's leg, perching on his shoulder. "Urgh," he mumbled, glowering at the rat out of the corner of his eye. The rat narrowed his beady eyes, reaching his tail down to wrap around Bonnie's wrist. Gideon sighed, before nodding to Fable and Quesnel. "We'll be back," he said, walking past them in the direction of the town. Quesnel sighed heavily, gently scooping up Anya's limp body, and stood, his cloak slipping from her shoulders onto the ground. He turned to Fable, his green eyes drooping sadly. "Where to?" |
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Posted 2022-11-10 12:10:29
"The meadow. She loved it there." He said, smiling sadly. He bent down to grab the cloak, slinging it over his shoulder. "Let's get going." He started walking through the forest, avoiding holes and sharp rocks in the ground. He frowned slightly to himself as he walked, looking back every now and then to ensure that Ques was still following. Gods, Fable, this is all your fault. You should have gone with her, and made sure she was alright. Not sit on your ass moping because your mother is dead. Now the closest thing you had to one is dead too.. He scolded himself, hands clenching into fists. Eventually, they arrived at the meadow. The wildflowers were at their peak this time of year, lavenders, yellows, and reds splashed in patches like a painting. This is a good time for her funeral here, she would have loved to see this.. He thought, shutting his eyes for a moment to take the smells in. He smiled gently, before turning to the other man. "Well, time to get digging." |
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Posted 2022-11-10 19:33:00 (edited)
Something in his stomach twisted and turned like a mass of eels wriggling in the water as he stared at the back of Fable's head. He'd look away when Fable glanced back, however, focusing his gaze on a tree or Anya. His thoughts spun circles, running through those same grooves over and over again; should he tell the truth? What would Fable do if he knew? Would he be mad at Quesnel, would he hate him, even? And he still had his mother to get home to. As he thought back to the whole reason he was even here in the first place, his mind drifted to the not-king. Strangely, the anger that had filled his body like magma and boiled his blood just hours earlier had cooled down. Vengeance didn't seem that important to him anymore, like it had been replaced with something more... urgent. What had changed? How was he to be enduring when he just kept doubting himself and his feelings? He shook his head; it was selfish of him to dwell on his problems when Fable had just lost someone close to him and was in mourning. When they emerged from the treeline, Quesnel let out a gentle gasp at the beautiful sight before him; rolling, windswept meadows of wildflowers, a bright blue sky with a spattering of fluffy white clouds, large birds swooping and soaring overhead. How cruel, Quesnel thought, tilting his head back to drink in the fresh air. How cruel the world is, to not mourn alongside us. "Well, time to get digging," Fable said, and Quesnel opened his eyes. "Right," he replied, turning to Cerise. She huffed quietly, not in defiance, but rather acceptance, and lumbered forward. Snuffling in the grassy growths, she began to claw at the ground, soil flying through the air. Quesnel side-stepped the stream of dirt, moving closer to Fable, and watched Cerise with a downcast expression. β’β’ββ’β’ Gideon strode into the bustling town, Bonnie grasping his hand. Her tears had been wiped away, yes, but a mournful expression still donned her delicate features. Gideon couldn't help but feel sorry for the lass; he remembered what it was like to lose his own parents. How awful he'd felt. But those days were long gone, and so were those sour emotions. He glanced down at her, rags still dangling from her body and grime still smudged on her face. "Buck up, wee bairn! Lotsa stuff to do here! Where ye want to head to first, eh?" He watched as Bonnie lifted her head, looking around slowly. Her face lit up at the sight of a florist's shop, and she tugged on Gideon's pants. "Look, look! Can we get a flower? Can we?" She yelped, jumping on the balls of her feet and staring up at Gideon with pleading brown eyes. He hesitated; he needed to get her feed, get her in some nice clothes. But maybe, just maybe, if he got her whatever she wanted, there'd be more of a chance of her trusting him... "Bah, why not? Let's go get ye a flower." Bonnie squealed in delight, letting go of Gideon's hand and dashing forward into the busy crowd. He spluttered in surprise at the sudden change in her personality, before he cried out in worry. "Wh- HEY! Ye can't just run off, ye hooligan!" He sprinted after her, dodging people. When he finally reached the doorway of the shop, he was wheezing. "Bonnie?" he called, stepping over the threshold and whipping his head about wildly. "Bonnie?!" |
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Posted 2022-11-10 19:57:17
--------<~>-------- A pretty woman with brown hair, tied back in a loose bun and skin dappled with soft freckles (not prim yet) bustled around the shop, making sure the different flowers were straightened up. She started watering a small plant in the corner of the room before the ringing of the bell above the door brought her attention to the pair. She smiled brightly, wiping her hands off on her apron. "Hello! I apologize if you've been waiting a while, my fellow florist is off running an errand so it's just me currently." She explained, making her way over to the two. "Hello, what's your name, love?" She asked, smiling sweetly and bending down so she was on the little girl's level. "Is there a certain flower you want in particular?" Primrose grumbled as she shifted through the people in the bakery, practically shoving people out of the way to get to the front of the line with her bread. She had been gone for almost 2 hours, if the sun was to be believed, which meant Rima had been dealing with these petty townspeople for longer than she should have to. The nymph disguised as a human pushed the last person out of the way, plopping a loaf of bread on the counter along with five silvers. The baker glared at her but took the money and bagged the bread, which she gladly took. She shoved her way back through the crowd, bursting through the door and scurrying down the road. Curse you, short legs! Go faster! She scolded her body, her skirts snatched in one hand and her groceries in the other. |
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Posted 2022-11-10 21:45:07
"Stay here, Ceri," he said quietly, and the dire bear laid down with a thump, grumbling under her breath about having dug a pit for nothing. She instead opted to crawl into her little hole, stretching out and rolling around in the cool dirt. Yawning, she scratched at her exposed belly and blinked sleepily at Fable. Quesnel stepped into the forest again, picking up some smaller twigs and wrapping them up in his cloak. He found some larger logs and put them alongside the twigs. Once he was satisfied with the amount he had gathered, he started back to Fable, chittering at some of the squirrels and birds in the trees. His mind began to wander again, and he reached behind him to run his fingers over the raised skin on his back. That dreadful day crept into his memories again, resurfacing itself. The sharp sting of the whip on his back, his voice screaming until he was hoarse, the pain that lingered even after the incident. Above all, he remembered feeling betrayed. He was supposed to have been safe, and yet, here he was, seventeen years later, still being haunted by it. Quesnel didn't realize he was crying until he snapped back to reality. He was sitting on a rock, his hands covering his face, taking shuddering breaths. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and pooled into his palms, throat burning like he had been force-fed acid. He sobbed again, wrapping himself tightly in his arms, and bowed his head, eyes scrunching closed. Hiccups slipped past his lips, racking his chest. Taking a shaky breath, he hissed through clenched teeth, "Get ahold of yourself, Durant." β’β’ββ’β’ Gideon raised his eyebrows at the sight of the beautiful woman, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms in an attempt to appear mysterious or something. "Bah, don't worry nothin' about it, honey," he said, flashing his award-winning grin at the woman. He yelped when Pinenut nipped at his ear and swatted at the rat. He completely missed, however, as Pinenut scurried down his leg and skidded across the floor to Bonnie, who picked him up and gave him a big hug. She held him like he was a stuffed toy, and he surprisingly looked very comfortable. Bonnie paid no attention to Gideon whatsoever, instead giving the lady a shy smile. "Bonnie," she said softly, swaying side to side. Pinenut's tail dangled in the air, waving back and forth. She stared up at the woman, eyes bright, and smiled wider, her large front teeth peeking from her lips. "I wannaaa... I wanna dewdrop!" she chirped, puffing her chest out, confidence radiating from her. "That's what I am!" |
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