Bʀɪɴɢ Bᴀᴄᴋ Wʜᴀᴛ Oɴᴄᴇ Wᴀs Mɪɴᴇ…
It was Guts, but not her Guts. This man had his face and voice, and yet he was almost completely changed. His presence was more powerful then the last she had seen him, dark and brooding. Donned in all black, he looked the part of a villain. There were more scares then she remembered, more then she could count. Most alarming of all was that, despite all this, he looked so much older. As though time had passed, and time had not been gracious.
She quickened her own pace to him, sheathing her sword quickly. He was the first person she had found, and that didn’t seem like a coincidence. It wasn’t long till she had reached him, but a skeptical look still hung on her features. She was dead so what did it mean if he was here as well? Had he too died? Or was this some sort of vision meant to taunt her? The last thing she remembered he had returned, they had saved Griffith from his captors. Her death was still fuzzy, but finding Guts there looking this way, surely meant something.
”… Why are you looking at me like that?”
Casca was baffled by just how shocked he appeared. Her words had been spoken before she could realize what she had said. Her hesitation was clear. Nothing made sense to her. Not her death, not this place, and most certainly not his presence. But it had been his expression and the startling relief in his voice as he had called her name that set her on edge.
Answers would follow her questions surely. They had to think of a plan, an efficient one that would allow them to locate shelter for the night and then move on till they found others still alive… or dead. Perhaps there friends would be among their numbers, and would have a better explanation at their untimely demise.
Before that, she would ask one more question. They were alone as not another soul could be seen on either sides of the shoreline. Reaching her hand upward, gentle fingers hesitant at first would move delicately through the small patch of white that decorated the nearly all black swordsman. It was an indicator that time had passed, and the very thought of that struck her deep at her core.
“… Just what has happened to you?”
How could he not dare to observe her quietly? Appreciating every faction, every word spoken regardless of how idiotically simple they could be. Love may be a strange concept to handle, too preachy to even consider claiming aloud. To him, it resembled a miracle having a chance to see her again.
It made sense that she had forgotten everything and even to this point, she disregard the crude experiences lived. From the loss of their comrades and to the afterwards events -- being injured meant nothing in comparison to the horrors she has lived while some were his fault. He owed her an apology, countless of explanations that could never justify his deeds.
Though, how to begin? A query that can be left aside, he can accept the blame for enjoying the mere sight of Casca. Opposed to his deranged self, time did not dare to alter the mercenary leader and left her intact from all harm.
Slender fingers brushed the white of his hair, a gesture that took him aback due its abruptness. It seemed far too long since she dared to stand so close, the hatred drawn within her eyes no longer part of his reality. Did he grow used to the constant rejection? Somehow, he felt stupid at the realization and laughing did not sound like a terrible idea but, was a lecture what he wanted from her? Actually, it would not be that bad.
Unknown to himself, a smile blossomed at the corner of his lips. He sought to not denote relief and failed, repressing his emotions was but an idiotic idea in front of her. It is stupidly soothing to think of himself submissive, willing to allow another onto his personal space when most time he rejected everyone else.
"Just...a lot of fighting." Nonchalant as per usual, taking no concern on the physical burden he endured until now. It was a reassuring reward to see her again...at least as briefly as it could last, for he never truly hoped this to be a lasting experience and had come in terms that fighting heaven and hell alike, is a worth risk to take.
"You don't like it?"















