#cryptic connections

[celticsalternia]

n ofc game over for corbyu

I curse the day that I was born

Into a world so black with hate

I’ll gladly leave the life of scorn

And seek my peace before the light of heaven’s gate

I have my sins like any man

But none more dark than yours

If it is I that you choose to damn

Innocent blood will stain your hands forevermore

oh corbyu… this was sort of inevitable, wasn’t it

wrote something for this too, but it ended up a little lengthy, so, under the cut it goes!

Corbyu couldn’t think over the uproar of the crowd. Their bellows of excitement and rage and malice deafened him as he knelt, no longer able to feel his long legs due to how long he had been forced to stay in this position. The chains around his throat, wrists, ankles and torso kept him locked in place against the pyre. 

Tobyas, are you there? In the crowd? Are you safe? 

He lifted his head sluggishly, trying to scan the crowd for any sign of his matesprit, but his malnourished and sleep deprived body was too weak for him to see far, or very clearly at all. 

If you can see me, please look away. Don’t watch this. I don’t want this to be the last image of me to be etched in your mind. 

He wanted Tobyas to remember him from any other moment. Him holding Tobyas in their hive. Tobyas teaching him how to cook. Corbyu teaching Tobyas how to dance, slowly swaying to romantic music in the quiet of their living space. 

Can you do that for me, Tobyas…?

He could hear some highblood yelling now. A seadweller if he had to guess. 

Is it a fuchsia? Or could be a violetblood like me? 

If he hadn’t met Tobyas, would he be like that troll? 

The loud seadweller screams something about treason, something about loyalty, and something about justice. As if they could possibly understand the meaning of that word. 

They scream something about execution, raising a torch high into the air and chucking it into the pyre. 

Corbyu lifts his head. The crowd roars louder as he speaks, spurred into a frenzy once more.

“If I shall truly die tonight,” Corbyu had to shout to be heard, and it seemed he had just enough voice left to do it. “I am happy to die as a good troll!“ 

Corbyu’s voice wavered, his own words choking him. “Rather than live as a tyrant!" 

The uproar became a riot. Trolls cried out from all directions to see him lose his head. 

How like me, he thought, to go out with an audience. 

The theatrical troll would be leaving this life as dramatically as he had lived. 

He felt the chains tighten, perhaps as a means of punishment, but he did not care. He laughed, fangs glinting in the light of the flames that grew steadily around him. He could feel them licking at his heels with their biting heat. 

This is it. One final performance. Make it a good one, Corbyu. 

He closed his eyes as the embers began searing his skin. 

Tobyas, my love, I will see you after the smoke clears. 

A tiny, bittersweet smile graced Corbyu’s lips as he looked down at the necklace he wore, bearing a beautiful golden ring with an olive-colored jewel.

Please don’t already be there waiting for me.

[trollbriidge]

(▰˘◡˘▰) W COR AND TOBY

It’s been a long night.

Tobyas by no means is an impatient troll. He’s learned not to be, with his large and slow lusus and his own tendencies to do things at a more calm pace. However, time could have not gone slower. The radio show had gone by dully, with Haumea running most of it. Not that he didn’t enjoy the classical music, but still...

He ran his hands over his face, breathing out a long sigh as he took his bag from his office chair. The studio was barren, with only a couple of trolls mulling about as the show finished up. Tobyas was glad he had tomorrow off, especially if the rest of the week is gonna be like that. Shaking his head, he turned off the light in his office and headed to the lobby of the building.

The walk, like the rest of the day, was slow. He passed Haumea cleaning up on the way. They shared some words, but the conversation ended rather soon and Tobyas finally got to the entrance of the studio. Beginning to push open the door, he hoped his expression wasn’t too bored. Fortunately, a smile spread out on his face once he saw who was standing there.

“Corbyu, you didn’t tell me you were here.” Tobyas shifted the bag on his shoulder, walking closer to the seadweller. The two embraced, paying no mind to the affection they were displaying.

“I thought you may like a surprise.” Corbyu returned the smile, reaching up to cradle his matesprit’s face in his hands. “You look tired.”

Tobyas laughed, meeting Corbyu in a slow and sweet kiss. “I’m just happy to see you. Let’s go home.”

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