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.
( The royal had been perusing a rather weighty history book when the escort and his escortee made their arrival at the library’s entrance, and though the knocks upon gilded wood went unnoticed, it was what came after them — the knight’s calls to Her Majesty — that successfully snatched her attention away from the ancient tome. )
☩ —— ;; ❝Your Grace? I don’t mean to barge in on you, but a…guest requested for your presence.❞
( Tapered ears twitched, sapphire hues flickered upwards, and the thin page kept betwixt slender fingers was stilled in mid-turn. )
☩ —— ;; ❝—Your Grace?❞
♕ —— ;; ❝Hold, good sir,❞ Rosy fingertips lingered on the yellowed page for another moment before they were reluctantly moved to allow it to fall back into place atop its kin. ❝I will be there in a moment.❞
( Delicate brows furrowing ever so slightly at the thought of having to leave her comfortable seat — as well as her most intriguing book — behind to greet this ❛guest❜, the brunette gave a quiet sigh, deposited her bookmark (which was really just a rather short strip of satin) into place, and hesitantly closed the tome she was so engrossed in not a few moments ago before rising from the armchair she was seated in and hastily — vexingly — making her way towards the chamber’s entryway. )
( What — well, who was more like it — awaited her there almost instantaneously melted her displeasure away. Though it had been a while (a while too long, she bitterly mused) since she last fixed her gaze on those emerald hues or that mop of blond, pale hair, such features were all too familiar for the monarch, for they belonged to the man who had lent her people succour even when they shamed and degraded him. )
♕ —— ;; Blue optics widened, eyebrows were raised, and tips of elongated ears rose in position. ❝—Emil…?❞
Emil’s smile was thin upon lips, awaiting to be turned away or otherwise disengaged, royalties time not taken lightly before she proved the young blonde wrong ( yet again ) by coming forward to see him with his rag-tag grouping of flowers. Green eyes widened at the recognition which twinkled behind knowing eyes, ears tilting upward, eyebrows following such an expression and his name spilled from lips in a silent query.
Unsure how else to respond, Emil’s face growing as a fluster of color, he merely lifted the meager gift, –a silent apology– hair falling beyond his eyes, covering his face and leaving a nervous, awkward smile to stay his mouth. What else would such a spirit be willing to do? He could not think of anything, mind drawing blank as a soft cough escaped the back of his throat, forcing words from between dry lungs.
"i-I see … y-you haven’t forgotten me y-yet, y-your highness…“
Emil didn’t know how else to respond. He felt [ strange, weird, unworthy– ] confused to how he should be responding to this person. Someone who had saved his life –once upon a time– and he had done her a service back. A tooth for a tooth, allowing a chance so that he may continue to serve that which may be most beneficial to both of them.
As it were, he hadn’t expected to come back. Emil’s sentences in lands he was unaware of were typically very small. Come forward, get the monsters, go back. If there were ever any repeated incidents, it would typically be by accident, and he would never go out of his way to meet those few members of society which he had learned from or seen again. This was … a very special case.
Part of him, had been convinced that she would not remember him.
Embarrassment was clear on his lips as the guard gave a look, awaiting for instruction on what to do next with him. Whether it was to take him out, leave them be, or stay to watch. His duty was to she, and they ( despite their limited abilities ) would die in defense of the crown. Or, at least, most of them.
misplaced, forgotten and completely dangerous ; the spyrix had belonged to professor haus once, but like most of the man’s belongings, they’d been discarded after he’d passed away —— all of them but this, the device that sucked the very life from spirits. truthfully, if he’d known it was there, in a box amongst books and old notes from the professor, he would’ve gotten rid of it.
he didn’t expect to walk into the lab and see someone standing close to what he now recognized as a spyrix. and the last time someone had been that close to one, an explosion had immediately followed after.
’ get back ! get away from it ! ‘
quick steps took him forward, just to grab hold of the boy’s arm to pull him back, away from the device, and just in time to prevent injury when the sparks increased and the spyrix exploded.
Emil’s mouth opened in surprise once he’d been grabbed, voice suffocated with instruction and he followed, fumbling feet tripping over themselves. Summon spirit’s oculars turning behind, the blast creating a rippled feeling through shoulders, shuddering quietly. It had felt so … so …
Dust and burnt papers in the air floating down to the ground while his body slowly quivered, legs giving way, emerald hues so wide, it could have been taken for shock. To those who did not have a stomach for such things, it would not be such a surprise, yet that is not what made him shake. Bones feel like they became nonexistent.
“W-what…” it came out near a gasp, mouth agape for what he did not understand. “What…was th- that…"
What did it do? Why did it hurt him? Why did he desire to become closer to it despite a boiling feeling of anxiety which encompassed his stomach all the while?
Another shudder–
{ Too close, too close, too close, too close– }
The mantra refused to leave his head, shaking fingers going to wrap around ears.
