[He knows he has to go - that they both have to go. His throat and lungs feel thick with the toxin, and he can't help but cough, too. But it's always so hard to let go of her hand.
At least he's well-aware of the fact that it's an illusion this time. The hand at his back and gentle words are enough to draw him away, and he gently sets his mother's hand over her chest and draws her eyelids shut.]
...Thank you, Mademoiselle Rosamund. Even after all these years, it's still... well. Some things don't go away with time, I guess.
[But he'll cough into his hand after that, give his mother's body one last stare, and then rise to stand. With his non-bloody hand, he'll reach back out for one of hers.]
[How could it? The loss of family was knife that could never be dislodged. That wound may close over but blade stays snapped off within, gutting you anew when you twist just the right way.
She takes his hand, searching his eyes. If he'll let her, if he'll look at him. She'll take the lead now with a nod and soft steps forward.]
I should hope it is.
[Let him rest. That's enough for one day.
As they walk the scene evaporates, and they are back in the dank air of the Helly Belly. At once she breathes easier, though her chest remains taught and stinging.]
[He'll let her, and he looks back, but it's hard to read much in his expression beyond the fading vestiges of that tender emotion and a weariness that belies his true age.]
Thank you. [THEY'RE FREE THOUGH YIPPEE. Back in the Helly Belly and so glad for it... What a time to be alive. Or undead. It's fine. He gives her hand a little squeeze, clearing his throat from the last lingering feeling of lycoris poison. A beat as he considers, and then:]
She was assassinated by the rest of our family and left in that field. I was around five at the time, so it's been quite a while.
Also that's such a mood! He's constantly appalled by his own terrible family! His shoulders raise into a sloping shrug.]
People do horrible things when the opportunity to grab power presents itself. I was my mother's only child and my father died when I was just a baby, but our family is fairly large and full of very ravenous people.
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At least he's well-aware of the fact that it's an illusion this time. The hand at his back and gentle words are enough to draw him away, and he gently sets his mother's hand over her chest and draws her eyelids shut.]
...Thank you, Mademoiselle Rosamund. Even after all these years, it's still... well. Some things don't go away with time, I guess.
[But he'll cough into his hand after that, give his mother's body one last stare, and then rise to stand. With his non-bloody hand, he'll reach back out for one of hers.]
Shall we see if that's enough to leave?
it did, bursts into tears!!!!
[How could it? The loss of family was knife that could never be dislodged. That wound may close over but blade stays snapped off within, gutting you anew when you twist just the right way.
She takes his hand, searching his eyes. If he'll let her, if he'll look at him. She'll take the lead now with a nod and soft steps forward.]
I should hope it is.
[Let him rest. That's enough for one day.
As they walk the scene evaporates, and they are back in the dank air of the Helly Belly. At once she breathes easier, though her chest remains taught and stinging.]
What happened to her?
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Thank you. [THEY'RE FREE THOUGH YIPPEE. Back in the Helly Belly and so glad for it... What a time to be alive. Or undead. It's fine. He gives her hand a little squeeze, clearing his throat from the last lingering feeling of lycoris poison. A beat as he considers, and then:]
She was assassinated by the rest of our family and left in that field. I was around five at the time, so it's been quite a while.
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What? [She looks to him, appalled.] Why? For what? Their own mother?
[Or wife. Or daughter.]
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Also that's such a mood! He's constantly appalled by his own terrible family! His shoulders raise into a sloping shrug.]
People do horrible things when the opportunity to grab power presents itself. I was my mother's only child and my father died when I was just a baby, but our family is fairly large and full of very ravenous people.