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This is all my fault.... I'm so sorry || Lav/Aella [Drabble]
Quick ish drabble based upon the TP AU found here; warning there's mentions of death, torture and extreme rage.Not sure where I got the idea from, only that Lavender and the form of torture used just wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote this.
One last warning- potential and likely OOCness on Aella's behalf; if this is so I apologize but at least I tried to keep her IC :3 Enjoy~
“She hasn’t been saying anything lately, we should just kill her and be done with this shitty ass Kingdom!”
“Are you crazy?! We can’t kill her- we’re just getting word that her fucking girlfriend is on her way here with a group of people! We kill her broad and she’ll definitely want to hunt us down, I bet she wouldn’t kill us slowly either.”
“The fuck are we supposed to do then?!”
“Just… Leave her here. She’s no use to us in this condition, what with all those injuries it’d only be a hassle keeping her alive- besides, we couldn’t really sell her to anyone, shame she caused us to ruin her beauty, bet she’d fetch a hefty price what with them wings and magics’n all.”
“Alright- so what, just leave her here on the floor?”
“N’ah, write a note and stash her body somewhere; make them be too busy searching for her to come after us. Do it quick, we ain’t got much time to high-tail it outta here.”
‘Thanks for letting us borrow your fairy whore, hope you got yourself a better one while this one was gone, she can’t even scream properly, damn wench. You can have her back, not that she’s really good for anything anymore.
Good luck trying to fix her up- oh, and expect us back soon; better start working on your defenses before our return~’
She wasn’t even sure what she was most enraged about. There were just too many things causing her wrath, near as many things causing worry as well but the rage. Oh the rage overshadowed the worry and concern.
She didn’t even really feel mad anymore; there was just so much she was overwhelmed by it. Honestly she felt as though she were having an out of body experience; as if she were just watching someone else wandering through the abandoned home, from afar hearing them calmly give orders… She was so beyond pissed that her rage had settled into a cold inferno inside of her; slowly churning away and desperately searching for a way to make itself known.
She couldn’t do anything yet though. There were too many things to do; this was too serious a matter. Later when she was alone she could vent, but for now she had to be calm and collected, no matter how desperately she wanted to run through the halls searching for her lover- the nerve of those bastards calling her beloved a whore!
How they had even gotten their hands on Lavender was still a mystery. As far as Aella knew her love had been in her own world; the captive they had found knocked out on the ground near a break in a wall however had described Lavender as the one that drove off the attackers… Well, after some persuasionhe described her at least. Had she come for a surprise visit? Why had she even been taken?!
… Was it because of her relationship with Aella that she had been captured by these, these… Bastards?! Oh if only Aella could get her hands on them! There were personal things she had to get back at them for- including kidnapping (And harming) her girlfriend, trying to attack the village, taking off like cowards instead of taking a stand and fighting.
They all deserved to die, every single one of the cowards that had been involved with everything.
“Aella!”
Upon hearing her name called, Aella turned to the villager that came running up to her side; immediately feeling a twist in her gut caused by the look of pity and anxiety in their eyes.
“Yes?”
“We found her- well, we assume it’s her; unless these people had another purple faerie with them…”
“Show me.”
Hope fluttered briefly through her, with luck they would have found Lavender. The hope was short lived as Aella knew better than to hope; yes they might have found her beloved, but what were the chances she was alive? Perhaps worse yet, what sort of condition had these cowards left her in?
“We’ve never seen her faerie side, but this fae is all lavender coloured like she is- we can’t see their face either, but what are the odds-“
“Noted.”
The trip to the basement level was a long one, every step closer brought more and more dread to Aella’s stomach until she felt as though she might be ill from sheer anxiety alone. This is why she should have stopped herself from loving Lavender; this is why she should have just stayed alone, so no one would get hurt… She felt selfish now, not wanting to leave Lavender; she needed her faerie, needed her support and concern.
“She’s in that room- the door to the cage is locked and we haven’t been able to break it yet.”
A cage? They had kept her beloved in a cage?!
Wait.
Cages were made of metal, metal bars- most of the time that metal was iron.
Suddenly remembering what iron did to Lavender caused Aella to hiss lowly and slam open the door to the room; if they had used iron on Lavender, had marred her skin and caused her such agony… There was no way they would be allowed to live. Those cowards lives were officially in danger every time they stepped foot on Hyrulean soil, until they were actually dead and ready to rot.
“Move.”
There were people between her and her view of whoever was in the makeshift cage in the corner, they needed to move. Move they did, scrambling out of her way as she strode over to the corner; a few moments were wasted so Aella could draw in a deep, steadying breath before she looked in to the cage before her.
The first thing she noticed was purple. Well, more of a pinkish purple; lavender in shade. Varying shades of her beloveds hair colour- the same shade that the person in the cage had… Only their hair was much shorter than her girlfriends.Much shorter. The female (They were obviously female, no male had a figure like that) also had wings with swirling pale silvery-purple designs flowing through them The designs were so familiar; the colouring of the woman was the exact shades…
This had to be Lavender.
Aella didn’t want it to be though, prayed to the Three that the twisting burn scars along her skin; the scorched feathers following the paths of her magic on her wings, the horribly cut hair, were all just illusions hiding her perfectly healthy Lavender beneath him.
She knew it was true though, the battered woman before her was her dearest. The cowards note had been right, it would be very difficult to heal her form this; both mentally and physically. Aella doubted there was anything they could do about the burns, from what she had learned so far iron burns on faeries were a strange sort of injury whose marks were everlasting…
How had they even known what Lavender was though…? It wasn’t recently revealed to the village about her heritage, there was no way that outside sources should know!
Unless… It wasn’t an outside source that did this. Or the bastards had beenextremely lucky to find Lavender’s most powerful weakness. Along with… Not being able to lie. Damnit all! With injuries this bad Aella had little doubt that Lavender would have been forced to reveal everything she knew about the village and the ongoings of the restoration process.
Aella hated to doubt her love, but torture was torture and she knew faeries couldn’t outright lie- under such intense pain it would be extremely difficult to try and tell torturers half truths.
“Lavender….”
All of these thoughts were hurting Aella’s head, stabbing her heart; all of her rage for the moment disappeared and was replaced with intense guilt and sorrow. She fell to her knees and weakly reached a hand out, the lock was grasped and with but a brief few moments of concentration her magics snapped the metal in two.
There was a rustling in the cage as Aella slowly struggled to her feet and lumbered inside the metal trap; her eyes slowly moved to glance at the weak form of her girlfriend and was greeted by the dazzling dark sapphire blue of Lavender’s eyes.
She was alive.
She was alive!
“A-Aella…?”
Her voice was weak though, as if it hadn’t been used in… If Aella had to guess,weeks; how could she have gone so long (She had been missing for about three weeks now) without screaming…? Or was the note lying about that? It didn’t matter, what mattered was that Lavender was alive and Aella had somuch to apologize for.
“Lavender… Babe…. Oh Goddesses…” Aella wasn’t aware that they had been left alone in the room for privacy, she was only aware that she was on her knees before Lavender and the faerie was trying to push herself up off the ground without making any sounds of pain… Aella could tell she was struggling; her body shook and Lavender couldn’t hide the pain from her eyes…
“A-Aella… I-I….”
Heart breaking, Aella pulled her girlfriend close; being careful of course of her injuries, and held her close. “Sssh, d-don’t speak Lavender, just relax okay? You’re safe, you’re fine I’m here.”
Lavender shook her head but relaxed against Aella, her fragile body practically melting against that of her girlfriends own form. “I…. D-Didn’t… T… Te-“Sudden coughs burst from her throat stopping her words, causing her to inhale deeply after they subsided.
“Tell…?” Aella didn’t want Lavender to strain herself trying to speak, so she would do her best to try and help Lavender communicate without words.
The faerie nodded her head before she settled more against Aella, trying to hide her whimper of pain pressing close to her caused- she wanted to be close damnit. “I… S-Spelled myself…” A shaky hand rose to rub her throat, Aella managed to connect ‘no screaming’ to the motion and her eyes widened.
“You magicked your voice away?”
Another nod. “O-Only y-your voice, s-saying my name….” More coughing, Aella would have rubbed Lavender’s back but she was honestly afraid she’d cause more pain instead of help. “C-Could bring v-voice back…”
Only Aella’s voice could bring back Lavender’s voice. What if she had escaped though and managed to make it to someone trustyworthy? She wouldn’t be able to explain what happened, she wouldn’t even be able to ask where she was! To make it so that only her beloveds voice could bring her own back…
Lavender had such faith that she would be with Aella again, that or she believed she’d never hear her loves voice again and didn’t want to risk revealing any secrets. Cue more heartbreak from Aella; for Lavender to do that, to think that Aella would be more worried about the village than her…
Well, it was true in some instances; but something like this Aella was much more concerned over her girlfriend’s well being than the villages. She knew now what needed to be fixed at home; knew that the people were safe and everyone was okay. She didn’t know where Lavender was; she didn’t know if she were alive or dead- knowing that her loves first concern was making sure none of the secrets got out…
It made Aella proud and destroyed her at the same time.
Lavender wasn’t supposed to be dealing with this, she was supposed to be happy and well; helping her Ma bake cookies in their safe little house, helping her little brother grow up into a courageous young boy…. She was suppose to have a good life, not this; this wasn’t her battle. She wasn’t meant to be involved this way; she was support, she was comfort and safe-
She wasn’t any of these things now. Those cowards ripped her from her proper life and dragged her in to this mess far deeper than Aella had ever intended she go. They had ruined what Aella wanted for her girlfriend, had ruined Lavender’s good life… Just another thing Aella would never forgive them for; another thing she would just blame herself for.
“Oh Lavender…” There were things Aella wanted to say to her, needed to confess to her beloved… But the words were caught in her throat and she found herself unable to do more than hold Lavender close and quietly whisper ‘I love you’ to her in a shaky voice.
She would make things right; she would make it up to Lavender for everything that had gone wrong. It might take time, she wasn’t sure if Lavender would be pushed away now or brought even closer- both as a means to protect her more. Many things had to change, the coming times would definitely be difficult…
Right now though Aella would focus entirely on helping Lavender get better, she owed her love that and so much more. “Let’s go take you home Lavender, you’ve been away for long enough…” Slowly standing, Aella held Lavender in her arms and carefully walked out of the cage with her. She had could be Lavender’s support for now, she would be her comfort and strength.
Lavender would recover, she would have her good life again soon; and when she had it back, Aella would destroy anyone that dared try to take it from her again.
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