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the memory of innocence - Wilder - Apr 19 2020 Thread is rated M for talk of suicide She continued to stumble through Polaris, burning pain shooting up her injured legs before, with a finality, they gave way beneath her and she felt flat on the stone, about halfway between the strange rings and the cave she called a home. She was breathing heavily, a bit of panic in her chest. How was she going to get home like this? How was she going to do anything like this? She still needed to tell Aure about what she'd done and the decision she'd made, she needed to restart her life! A second chance!
@Aure
She sniffled and tried to move her legs but they were so sore, they merely budged weakly as she begged them to move. No, no, she was stronger then this! She was going to learn all the spells in the world, hold every magic possible in her pawpads! She was going to do it! But even looking through her vast repertoire of spells that she carried, she couldn't think of a single one that would help her right now. So she went limp, defeated, glazed eyes just staring ahead where the Spire sparkled in the distance. RE: the memory of innocence - Auré - Apr 22 2020 Except... there was nothing good to glean from it anymore. Until he laid eyes on her, sniffling and collapsing on the floor, the hybrid hadn't realized how much he needed any form of closure. Sharing a loose end between them was painful - and he wanted so badly to suture it, close the wound, put it away, something - ! Curious, pessimistic thoughts rolled through him at that, But... ("That's not your job," Giggle echoed in his mind.) He amended: @Wilder RE: the memory of innocence - Wilder - Apr 22 2020 She was silent as she stared forward. It would probably happen any moment now - the heart on her cheek would expand and cradle her gently while her limbs healed from the burns. But...she considered...just...not. Resisting the urge. Letting her body stop functioning right here and now because that was easier then facing everything that she had created, all of the problems she had made in her life. It was easier then fixing things. Besides, when had her attempts to make things right ever gone anything but wrong?
@Aure
Aure's voice jerked her out of her thoughts and she looked back instinctively, head and ears raising as he got closer. Immediately, her heart began to speed up until it was racing in her chest. Was this happening now? When she was on the floor burned and on the edge of her chrysalis? While she was contemplating just letting her life end now? She looked back and away, eyes desperately looking for something to stare at (not the Spire). As if called by her desperation, a wisp popped into existence in front of her eyes and began dancing in front of her, giving her something to stare at as she tried to piece her head back together. RE: the memory of innocence - Auré - Apr 22 2020 Aure tried not to let the pity take hold, muzzle him and keep him in this cycle with his anxieties and fears of experiencing that all over again. That being the catalyst to a nightmarish few weeks, to a delightful addition to his life, to an... emptiness. This was what was holding him down, leaving him afraid of Wilder. "O-only if... you want to talk to me. Steeling himself in the security of his own magical lights, he tried again, Aure paused in his rambling, taking a half-step back, worry and shaky composure rerouting to quick, repetitive speech. He trailed off, staring at Wilder and then his wisp. @Wilder RE: the memory of innocence - Wilder - Apr 22 2020 He had never talked to her like this. His voice had never sounded this way. Not when she'd blown up, not during their hesitant talk over the last time she'd had an episode in front of him. He sounded so scared and she knew that she hadn't just scared him, he was still scared of her. She'd messed up - hard - and there was no going back this time. There might be no resolving this.
@Aure
But...she had to try- No. No she didn't. She didn't have to try. She shouldn't. Because it always ended up worse. She always just hurt him. Again and again or hurt herself or hurt someone else she cared about. She'd tried to help Blackberry and she'd only gotten her killed. She'd tried to help N'chard and only ensured his gem stay lost and unhatched forever. She'd tried to help Reji...and that had turned out worst of all. She always tried to fix things and she always failed. She couldn't bear to hurt him anymore. She sniffled. RE: the memory of innocence - Auré - Apr 23 2020 "I want to be the one helping." Aure balked, half-step back finishing right then and there, foot falling at the ground and starting an anxious click-click-click! of claws once again. There was a pattern and she - just didn't see it. Perhaps, she didn't want to see it. The young King swallowed. @Wilder RE: the memory of innocence - Wilder - Apr 23 2020 cw for sensitive content Wilder couldn't help it - a sob escaped her throat as Aure just...said it. Said the thing she knew, the thing she hated, the thing she wanted to escape. That she, despite trying to do her best, despite training since hatching to have the best magic possible, and thinking of nothing but doing her best to help others...had to rely on everyone else instead. She couldn't help, she was always the one that needed it.
@Aure
Aure had saved her, taken her from Polaris when the ground had cracked open. He'd helped her when the lizard had wounded her with magic. He'd helped her when she'd lost control of herself, talked her down and helped her through it. She never did any helping. It wasn't fair. All she wanted to do was be useful - to love and be loved in return. But nobody loved her. Not after everything she'd done. She paused to take a deep breath, still turned away from Aure, but the tears were starting to collect in her eyes and a quiver came seeping into her voice, but the words just wouldn't stop coming. She ducked, tucking her head between her paws. Her voice came out cracked, a whisper, filled with so much hurt and pain. RE: the memory of innocence - Auré - Apr 24 2020 cw for thinking about wilder's suicidal ideation and azazel's suicide She wasn't listening, and Aure took a lengthy stride forwards while she struggled onto her stomach, deflecting everything he'd thrown at her and sobbing. He couldn't find the heart to be upset, angry - but he cut her off, chirping, Wilder continued, and Aure just stated plainly, "I don't want to wake up." Suddenly, his father came to mind: loving to the point of harming himself, cursing himself with a lifetime's worth of wicked self-destruction and the hatred of failures that weren't even his to bear. Facing the broken, furious eyes of his own blood had been what sent him over the edge. His wings could've carried him, saved him - he'd survived so much worse: the weight of Canis's ceiling atop him; Raheerah's flames; the rage of an abused love. Aure knew it all, and he knew it well. It was their stone, after all, that they shared. Aza'zel's bones, too, were storytellers given a flush of magicka. And here Wilder was, at her breaking point, unable to see any way out but the solitude of eternal rest. She wouldn't be dead, but... she may as well be. Aure's mouth pulled into a harsh line, ears pricking back, @Wilder RE: the memory of innocence - Wilder - Apr 29 2020 cw for suicidal thoughts She looked back at him, still curled tight, still wanting nothing more then to give up because this was too hard and it would be so much easier to just...stop. Stop existing. Go into her chrysalis and never come out. Sleep forever and forget everything. It would be easier then facing things now and having to fix things that she'd messed up so horribly. It would be easier then changing.
@Aure
But this was Aure in front of her, her best friend. She'd known him since they were kids. He was doing his best to talk to her. He was pushing through that pain of knowing what she'd done to try and help her. "We've all done our fair share of hurt, and we've all - repented for it." She stared at him, the tiniest glimmer of hope in her chest finally making it through the storm of dark anger and despair. His dedication to her, his insistence to help, despite everything she'd done...it broke her heart. She felt loved, truly loved, even if it was a love that couldn't continue like this. He eyes shone with tears and she gave a small, tiny nod. The small determination called her gemstone to begin spreading across her body, the heart shape on her cheek deforming until it covered her whole body in a cradle of marbled pink and black. She was awake for a moment more, consciousness wavering as she cried before she drifted off to sleep. *exit RE: the memory of innocence - Auré - Apr 30 2020 Wilder retreated, and the wyvern waited until her chrysalis was nearly fully-formed before scooping it up in a magical grip and hoisting it a few feet in the air. It turned in the light, gleaming with that "finished gem" look, and he fluttered up to meet it. The little cat was light as could be, and so was her chrysalis. Carrying it was no trouble, all the way to Canis - worried as he was and hopeful that he was. She'd be alright. He'd get her settled down at home, and then he'd go off to find Kerberos, Pride - whatever other great magic users he knew (which were surprisingly few.) Maybe Pride knew more... exit aure |