[ how is this sword so metaphorically bubblegum-scented and pink
honestly, she can't help but smile at the girlish enthusiasm, even if she is not really ag irl; maybe she should suggest decorating her door like that for real.
You push open the door, and smell blood on the wind. The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
[ You are my secret weapon, he'd said, and really, what had been the difference between you and the blade; for all that you wept, you could only do as you were made— ]
The surface of the pond is mirror-smooth, and reflects velvet-dark night sky, moonless and glimmering with stars—and each and every one of those stars is falling.
It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
[ she wades into the water without thinking about exactly what she's doing, just—still on the knife's edge of rage/panic/grief as afterimage. it's something else. it's not the battlefield, she needs to—leave. ]
It's hard to drown yourself, even intentionally, when you don't need to breathe.
...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
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honestly, she can't help but smile at the girlish enthusiasm, even if she is not really ag irl; maybe she should suggest decorating her door like that for real.
she opens the door, if she can. ]
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The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
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[ a deep breath. she closes her eyes.
she's alone, and there is no one here who requires her love or her hands to be stained with blood.
she walks toward the bright sheen of water. ]
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It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
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All right, why not. She's already dead, what's another one.
So she closes her eyes, and drifts under. ]
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...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
down, and
down, and
down.
You emerge from the water to a starry sky.