In retrospect it all seemed so foolish, his every thought, his
every action. He had been blind, so completely and utterly consumed by his own
hatred that he couldn’t see anything. It was almost laughable did the very
thoughts not fill him with such self-loathing that he would wish himself from existence
if not for the friends who still believed in him. For reasons he still could
not understand, cared for him, saved him. He couldn’t disappoint them now.. he
had to keep moving, had to make the dream they believed in come true, for their
sakes as well.
Is the king alright now?
No. No he wasn’t. Some days Richard wanted to scream. He would
never be; never would the scars that he had wrought on this world fade from his
memory, nor the crushing weight vanish from his heart. Never would a nineteen
year old boy know how to carry the burden of living with those sins. He
desperately sought the path to atonement because it was all he could do. It was
the only way he knew how to live with the guilt of the blood on his hands.
“As alright as a king who might attack his own people could be, I
suppose,” Richard answered, his tone empty, disguising the emotions that ran beneath
his calm exterior. His own gaze remained fixed on the horizon, not trusting it
to meet the one he could feel regarding him. “He has not attacked his own lands
since the events that took place back then, but I imagine only he truly knows
what went through his mind when he did so.”
“Pressure…” he repeated, his gloved fingers twining as elbows
supported him against the rail. The clear sky overhead, the quietness of the
ship save the sound of the water, the calm might have made it difficult to imagine
those times and yet the voices rang so clearly in his mind.
Tell
me Asbel… what is it that I have done wrong? Why couldn’t he see it? You
betrayed me. Why when it was right in front of him. When blood ran from his
hands could he still be so blind. You betrayed me!!
“The previous king had only recently died, and a civil war over
the throne ensued between the current king and his uncle, the archduke. After
attacking Lhant, the king did not make any public appearances for near 6
months, and many say he was sick with grief over what happened. I suppose
pressure may have played its part, but that is hardly reason enough to attack
one’s own people.”
Lies… they all believed lies. This world. No one really
knew the full weight of his sins. No one knew the king they now celebrated was the
very same to condemn them. They would all hate him if they knew, of that much
he was certain. That was why… he had to atone. Not only for his mistakes,
but for the lies he lived each and every day.
“In the end I do not know if his reason accepted or not. The
current Lord of Lhant is friend to the king, so it is difficult to say if the
people have truly forgiven him, or if they simply follow the lead of their Lord
who holds their loyalty. I suppose only the people of Lhant could tell us the
answer to that.”
“Is that so? That’s unfortunate, it is not a tale I wish common.
None should have to experience such a thing. tell me, this person… did they
find forgiveness in the end? Or were they condemned for their crimes?” Richard
finally turned to Emil, his expression heavy, eyes suddenly carrying far more
than his nineteen years.
“Forgive
me, here I am prattling on when you look tired.” How quickly he had lost
himself in his own selfish thoughts, forgotten that his companion had collapsed
in the meadow and then been forced to battle monsters and travel without repose
since. “Forget I said anything, shall we see about getting some rest? It will
be a few hours to the capital assuming conditions remain optimal so there is
ample time.” Richard himself doubted he would get any such sleep, but it was no
reason to rob his companion of what was likely much needed.
It would not be his
first sleepless night, after all.
Emil was quiet then. He sat there, his head tilted down into the sea. His ears picked words, listened to hollow noises that appeared to be disconnected, yet personal. The apology spoke for it, and it took restraint not to question the apologies. Though no such thing passed his lips, his head lifted quietly. He was tired. He felt the strangeness in his skull that told him he was dizzy, the pressure from … whatever force had knocked him unconscious ( be it natural or unnatural ) taking its toll upon one half of the boy. Unable to speak clearly until both halves were fully conscious, he returned a half gilded stare to the man before him.
If Richard spoke from personal experience, then there would be ticks, tells, the fact he could speak freely about these subjects, disconnected from them … He would wonder if, perhaps, he should put into question.
Yet he simply offered his half smile, the warm counterpart to such a serious conversation. “I don’t know either, Richard.” Emil’s eyes flitted. “Y-you see … I left on very confusing circumstances a handful of years ago.” There’s a little laugh, scratching the back of his head. He did not wish to talk about the Guinnungigap. The place which brought nightmares to life, underneath eyelids living and breathing beneath his skin. Having to always be aware for ones life, never a moments rest.
Yet, with these limitations, nay, because of these limitations. To feel such a way as he was would be considered against protocol. Against the nervous system that pumped adrenaline into his body, waxing it’s strength until there was no more. “I hope he was … “ There’s a touch of wind, brushing his own hair back. “Because the world would b-be a worse place without them, despite anything they may have d-done.” Though little ever really thought of that. His head jerked at the suggestion and there was a little hint of weak laughter.
Sleep. Yes, he should be getting that, shouldn’t he? During these days where he could positively say that one person would not be scared by what they saw on the other side of the mirror. His hand offered itself to the unknown royalty. Smile brightening his features, as eyes close in an endearing fashion, open palms for Richard to accept or decline “Only if you a-agree to go with me. I’m not the only one looking worn d-down.”
His smile gives way to a grin. “You’ve been really nice to me, I’d h-hate to be a bother.” One half of a whole. Green slowly opened, calm. “Maybe we could talk more, too. Ah —.” there was a pause, finger moving to scratch at the edge of his cheek. “O-only if you’d like, of course. I don’t have a l-lot of stories to share, but it sounds like you know a lot, and it’d be m-my honor to hear.” There was an odd giggle, almost nervous in the back of his throat.
“N-not to mention, I’m going to be relying on y-you anyway, because I’m pretty sure we’re s-somewhere I’ve never been before.” He glanced to the side, “So, anything y-you tell me is important. And who b-better to tell me than you! This is Capital is your home, isn’t it? You’d at least know the sites, how to get around … ” Emil avoided talking about anything to have him talking about himself. Deeming it unimportant ( or attempting to ) for someone else. He would rather not have to go through an interrogation of ‘what you are’ from someone as kind as Richard.
After all, it wasn’t like he and Ratatosk meant to cause trouble. They just … Sort of landed into it!
Lifting the back of his foot, he scratched at it with his fingernails, bending down slightly to do so with his free hand. “S-so? What do you say?” He offered, what he hoped to be a well-received look, and gave a slight grin. “Oh! I could offer to trade a little bit of w-what I know? About monsters! I mean… after all, y-you did like my abilities … maybe, I could answer questions th-there and you could tell me about this place?” And ‘place’, he meant world.
The emphasis of the entire being around Richard, the way he spoke, the people he talked about. Everyone, everything. “It’s always the m-most interesting coming from another person instead of learning by experience.” He had to be careful, the words ‘another human’ near slipped into his speech. Getting re-adjusted with memories from a thousand years, prejudices and how he held them making his fingers twitch.
Being Ratatosk. No … being half of Ratatosk was difficult because of this. One half of his tongue was willing to use the slang, human, elven, monster, beast, creation, yet the other half struggled, not liking it. They were all near the same, some lived longer, some did not die and simply recreated themselves in forms that resembled crystals.
“Listen, It’s pretty stupid to worry about things you can’t change. Just live.”
"Z-Zelos … what’s brought this on?“ He couldn’t have heard Emil’s words from before – No, no, he couldn’t have. There was no way! ”Look, everything’s alright, s-see? We’re alive and living. No need t-to be unhappy.“ He was smiling, though a strain dragged at the edge of his voice in worry for what the red-head might have heard mumble from Emil’s lips prior.
Death was always too close to his friends for Emil’s comfort.
Good question … Tbh, I’ve been writing Emil a while, so give me a little bit of lee-way while I type this out and try to talk it through with myself. ( also forgive me ‘cuz I know I’ll go off rambling )
Valentine’s Day approaches & the first idea flowing in his mindset is to cook chocolate sweets. Might as well trying new recipes he memorized from books.
And while there is somewhere to cook, there is an emil to cook with.
Lurking in the shadows, blending in with the crowds, had become second nature to someone like her. Someone who didn’t want to be noticed, someone who was hiding. Most often, than not she would go by unnoticed, which is how she liked it… however this did not seem to be the case today.
When the younger voice called out to her, she had not been expecting it. A troubled expression crossed the woman’s face, unease was the first emotion she experienced. She had two options; A) Take the risk and respond or B) Get out of there.
Glancing in the direction the voice came from, she was able to make out a form… they were alone, and didn’t seem all that threatening - so she decided to take the risk.
“Sometimes being fearful and keeping to yourself is for the best.”
Emil canted his head, watching with an expression most curious. The person seemed unsure, the pause in response, the seconds, counted by breaths, it tok her to respond told him so much as he stepped a little closer. Query resting upon lips, his mouth opens, going to catch her by curiosity if nothing else; blond hair highlighted just barely in the shadows, making it appear more white than yellow.
"Why?“
Emil’s question was clear, green hues glimmering up, awaiting a response. ”Isn’t…isn’t that just … lonely?“ The slight stumble upon words was not consciously done, resting upon his tongue, even afterwards. His fingers gently pressing into his scarf, no fear or distrust upon his face as he awaited his response. More information.
He knew of being lonely. Living in small town that clearly did not want the likes of him. Did not appreciate his words, his stutter, his being, and Emil wanted to know why someone might chose that life.
Flowers dragged in the palms of his hands that weighed more than the heftiest of tons. Memories swimming in his eyes and dripping down his chin. Nothing could be so painful, to see a face grow marked by age as one stood tall, the same, ever stout with the force of the years.
Scars healed, leaving nothing but smooth skin.
Emil stayed, strong and tall as the World Tree ever did. Martel, her world was supposed to remain so hopeful. Yet now in this time of need did he feel the most bitter.
Only one companion resided now that still lived. Genis. A half elf going upon his one hundredth year.
The scarf caught along the wind.
”Marta…“ Her name stood on that tombstone, no-matter how many times Emil blinked, how much he wished to white out the rub away words written upon stone—
Yet he was not her knight. Never was he her knight after four years had passed. Words were bitten harshly, feelings of contempt rising between them …
The flowers dropped, set upon the grave site quietly. “I’m old…Marta. I … I h-have no more words to speak.”
Not to her. Not to anyone.
Turning on his heel, he began wiping free clinging droplets of water. A life as a spirit, he wished he’d died that day he’d stepped beyond the Guinnungagap instead of living this long.
–
”M-Ma'am…“ Emil was gently shaking the woman, her breathing having grown ragged. ”Ma'am, are you okay? O-oh goodness, you b-brushed up against me on your w-way somewhere. Do y-you need any help?“
There, the blonde stood she had seen in the memory. A smile creasing lips, someone who looked much too innocent to have experienced such a thing. To have whispered the words ‘old’.
“Emil, it’s okay, calm down. I promise not to hurt you. I won’t hurt my friends, and no one can order me into doing so.”
“–!” His expression was twisted from one of fear, insecurity.
Once Ratatosk and Emil had begun being the same person, four years in time passing, just fear had laced itself in Emil’s chest in the thought of meeting up with the other companions–
List of three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.
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this here is a pretty difficult question actually. The most common one that would pop up (so first one the list) is Ratatosk. Being that the spirit is Emil however, I’m a little shy on whether to say he counts as someone he would ‘call out for’.
going with my Emil, the second person he would cry out for is Claus. Claus is a brother-type figure he used to have a crush on, but now just insanely likes and wants to hug-and-hold because damn Claus is a good person. Though, before calling out for Claus, there is always a pause, because he knows that if he does call out for him, being in another realm, that there would be difficulties with both getting him there, as well as the fact that Claus has a ‘twin’ (Klaus) which he might get instead… (Not to mention, he doesn’t want to worry Claus …)
third person on the list is Tenebrae. Tenebrae who calls him ‘my lord’ and works hard to ‘please him’ as he is Ratatosk, and tries to help him as much as he can. Tenebrae however makes Emil feel sick to his stomach whenever he talks to the dog-like creature, not because of any slight that Tenebrae has done, but because of the reminder he brings. Emil’s own personality tries to see things for the day itself, and not work within the reminders of having to outlive everyone. Tenebrae is a reminder of this for him, and while he is still a good friend (one of the few that will still be around in a 100+ years,) Emil will always have to be in the worst of conditions to call him for him.
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