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@carolxferris continued from x
"It's almost funny, you know. He thought he could actually be happy with you. As if a monster like him deserves happiness~"
“He was happy with me. We were happy and he’s not a monster.” She glared through her tears.. “Never had been. You’re the monster.”
“Perhaps,” it purred, though it seemed to revel in the accusation more than anything. “But if that were true, if I were the only monster here... what would I have seen in him?”
@carolxferris which is why you’ve broken up with him a dozen times, I’m sure
@carolxferris meets with the Nightmare King
The King of Nightmares waited patiently within the castle halls of the kingdom favoring LOVE. While it wasn’t ideal to resort to a partnership of sorts, it would certainly keep WILL away form his borders. He counted on the past relationship between the Queen of Love and the current head of WILL, the King Hal Jordan. Sinestro was very aware Jordan still harbored feelings for Ferris. He counted on those feelings to keep Jordan’s forces away long enough to deal with the kingdom of RAGE with the help of LOVE.
An usual alliance, to be sure, yet a desirable one. It was only temporary, anyhow. What could a long time alliance with the Queen of Love gain him? Other than a headache.
He looked up at the sound of footsteps. Sinestro has never met the infamous Carol Ferris, ruling monarch and lady love of Jordan. Subtlety, his yellow and black eyes widened as he withheld a breath. He was quick to school his features into his usual cool mask. He gave a polite yet slight bow of his head.
❝ Your majesty, a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for accepting this meeting. ❞
"Roy. Roy. I love you. Lemme cuddle yooouuuuuu." (carolxferris)
@carolxferris“Carol?” Roy shook her head, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice. “Are you….drunk?” She didn’t know why she even bothered to ask, the smell of alcohol was positively hovering around Carol, mingling with her perfume.
She knew. She could feel how tired and how weary he was. "Then just break on me. I'm not going to let you go." (carolxferris)
He shook his head against her shoulder. “Can’t.” God he wished he could some days, though. Wished he could just break and stop and not be this unbreakable wall of willpower that he had to be. Whether it was his stubbornness, or the faith other people had in him, or just he was scared of what would happen if he did, he couldn’t afford to break.
@carolxferris
*hugs him tight, just super tightly* (carolxferris)
Unable to lift his arms to wrap around her in return, he instead buried his head in her shoulder, like his weariness could bleed through, bleed away, and leave him be.
“I’m so tired, Carol.”
@carolxferris
From Carol
MEME | @carolxferris
“Carol, Kyle’s dead.” The words still rang in her ears even two weeks later. She saw it. She had been there.He had gotten hurt by pushing her out of the way and she had brought him back to Oa. They had said that he could be saved. They lied. Carol shook that thought from her head. They had buried him on earth yesterday. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from crying. The two had rarely got along but they were still friends and they were siblings, in a way, weren’t they? They fought like them but they protected each other like them too. She wiped her eyes as she placed the bouquet of paper roses she had made. “It’s…It’s not much but they’re about as artistic as I can go and you always loved art.” She knelt down and touched the headstone. “I wish I would have told you this more but you meant a lot to me, Kyle. You still do and I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “I’m so so sorry.” The tears fell freely now and she didn’t wipe them away. It was her fault. It was all her fault. “It should be me six feet under, not you.”
@carolxferris i started thinking about how halallax would react to carol’s death and then this happened oops
The four stages of grief are typically as follows: Denial, leading into Anger, which is followed by Bargaining, until finally one arrives at Acceptance.
When he finds out that Carol Ferris is dead, however, things go a little... differently.
Denial is fleeting. But oh so cold. Like everything around him freezes, the planets stop spinning and light stops dancing, but there really is no reason for it to last more than a moment. Why should it? This universe was already unfair and indiscriminate in who it took, no matter how deserving. Why should he expect anything else? What is the point in denial, when it’s all too easy to believe, no matter how it tears at him and resounds like a howl in his ears and in his throat.
Ah yes. That’s the anger. So familiar. So easy to embrace. So easy to let the rage wash over him, fury like exploding stars bursting in his chest and burning behind his eyes, and he will not let this happen, he will not let the universe take yet another person he cares about from him. The wrath of a supernova condenses into a single blade of white hot purpose, though it is his nails that cut into his hand deeply enough to draw blood as he stands and says-
“No.”
He does not bargain. Bargaining suggests that he expects the universe to come to a compromise. Bargaining implies that he will give. That it wrong. He will take her back, and there will be no bargain, there will be no compromise, there will be no deal. Reality has no choice but to bend to his meagerest of whims; this, his demand, his order, his decree, his will- it will break for him.
The only acceptance he will find is when death has returned what it should never have taken, and she is in his arms once more.
