#askinggregor

[fallenexalt-blog]

It wasn't much, but he promised her he would give her a dance. Just one. Gregor was a horrible dancer, and it was silly that he would even consider offering to have a dance with anyone, except Emmeryn. After his confession, he had to at least give her one dance. He wore the suit that he wore the day of his brother's wedding, a simple black tuxedo. He approached Emmeryn, smiling all the while. "May Gregor have dance?" he asked, offering a hand for her to take.

She wasn’t one to fidget. She wasn’t one to fidget, yet there she stood, fighting against fidgeting but fidgeting nonetheless. She was supposed to carry herself royally, elegantly, as if nothing could faze her, but no. Emmeryn wrapped her hands in the sheer fabric of her wrap, looking up at the sky anxiously. 

Lon’qu knew that she was saving a dance for Gregor, right? Yes, he knew, she reassured herself, he knew and she was certain he was okay with it. With a sigh, she looked back and out around her. Her gaze alighted upon the familiar silhouette of Gregor, and she broke out into a smile.

“Of… course… you may…” she replied, setting her hand in his. Hopefully, this wouldn’t go too wrong. How could it?

…She didn’t want to think about it.

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Gregor made his way to the grave that held the woman's body, a bundle of flowers in hand. He stood in front of the tombstone, staring at it, before placing the flowers at the bottom. "Gregor regret not telling Emmeryn before passing... But iz too late for things now. Gregor wishes Emmeryn rest well." he muttered, before sitting in front of the grave and closing his eyes, wishing that he could have just said those words to her before she passed.

[WELL THIS IS THE WORST. THANK YOU FOR BREAKING MY HEART DARN YOU]

[fallenexalt-blog]

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[Thank you so much!]

[timebrokentactics-archive]

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{{4th!! EL GASP WILL ALY FOR ONCE BE ABLE TO COMPLETE A SET!?!?!?!? THIS IS EXCITING}}

“Gregor?” She cautiously poked her head into his tent, in case he was in his smallclothes or something. Luckily, he wasn’t, but… “Gods, you look like a wyvern dragged you to Ferox and back…”

She was no good at giving back rubs. She’d never gotten any herself, nor had she ever been asked or taught to do them in her timeline. All she had to do was rub his back, right…?

[solitaryswordsman]

My Deepest Apologies [Lon'qu and Gregor]

Lon'qu wasn't normally one to feel guilt to anything but his past. Guilt was an emotion strongly related to mercy, and he was almost unfamiliar with such a feeling. However, he was feeling it, and he didn't like it at all. He hadn't realised that Gregor would ask Emmeryn to the same event he would. He hadn't expected the other man to back out so quickly. Had he not, Lon'qu would have been fine. But a painful feeling of guilt sat in his chest and it hurt.

He was looking for the larger man around camp, now, wandering everywhere he could think for him to be. Lon'qu sighed under his breath, considering asking someone. He changed his mind quickly when he figured they would likely continue questioning him, and he disliked half of the people in the camp. He kept to himself then and continued searching for Gregor.

[wellspring-of-darkness-blog]

askinggregor said:

((I would have full on passed out. I have a phobia of them .x.))

[[I can handle ones for sewing and such, it's just medical needles that really, really bother me.]]

[timebrokentactics-archive]

Darkness

At last. At last it was finished. She watched the ugly purple mark of Grima fade from the back of her hand, then watched as her hand began to fade away. Now that her father was gone, now she would never exist. It was fine; better everyone live and she disappear than for her to live and everyone die.

She heard movement behind her, and turned to see Gregor, worse for wear but seemingly oblivious to his own injuries as he stared, dumbstruck, at her dissolving body. She graced him with a soft, peaceful smile.

“Gregor… thank you. You’ve really been a great friend. I just wish that maybe, I’d lived long enough that I could be old enough to go drinking with you… I’m sure it would’ve been fun.”

He seemed to want to say something, but she raised a hand to stop him, and shook her head. “It’s done. I don’t exist anymore. But it’s okay… I still enjoyed the time we got to spend together. I want to say sorry though. I… I always did remember. I just never told you, or anyone. I didn’t want you to know… what I had done. It didn’t seem fair that you had to know my darkness, when you’re all so full of light. Please, I hope you can forgive me for it.”

She lifted up a nearly-transparent hand in farewell, still smiling at him. “Don’t cry, okay? I’ve had my run. Now it’s your turn to live… for a better future.”