remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Silent, silent, silent; hushed, nearly motionless decibels as he stood, not yet retrieving his arrow from its marked canvas. He listened to her hiss. To her admittance. To the sadness and sorrow tinging, tinting, through the balance of stone and armaments. To Wessex’s abilities, showcased in her clear absence, but powering through the world anyway. Another hallmark and display of the Wraith. It was enough to bite into his frustrations, yearning to tear into the world, and being utterly incapable of doing so. Stuck, right here, marked Warden while Morgan assisted, while the Harpy prepared for another damned onslaught he couldn’t help her with. A sickening, lurching feeling pressed in on his ribcage, and he stifled down the bile rising through his throat, driving clarity, nuances, into his bones. And before he could offer anything to her in response, his eyes caught her motions, the way she flickered and bound herself to the bow. “Straighter stance. Hips directly over your feet.” He echoed the command in his own movements, once he’d grabbed hold of his weapon and returned – following through, squaring himself, before taking hold of the bow once more, notching the arrow, and staring directly at the target. Where he wanted it to land. To spurn.
To pretend it was a monster, a demon, something striving to take her away again.
This wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.
A low rumble of his tones eventually caught hold in the further midst and anarchy, below the drone of the others gathered around the fire. “I do not want you to go.” Just so he was clear – blue eyes darting away as his arrow volleyed, as it ricocheted through the air and segmented slightly to the left of the other. A lack of concentration, perhaps – but it would’ve pierced a vital organ regardless. “But we do not have that choice.” An acceptance of the inevitable, even if they despised it, even if they detested it. “Do you have anything else to aid you?” Upgrades? Assorted weapons? He knew about the embedded armor; she’d shown him that in a mixture of pride and something else he couldn’t pinpoint.
out for vengeance
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