Benedict Pascal from Tristat. He is so........... the idea of serving a king, Regna Glenbrook, but hating him so deeply for abandoning the woman, Destra, that Benedict yearned for. Benedict visits the grave of Destra to tell her of his day. To tell her of her son who was born of the secret tryst between her and King Regna, Serenoa's growth, as if he were Serenoa's father, swearing to protect Serenoa and keep the secret of Serenoa's royal blood. To adorn Destra's grave with the flowers she loved, which are rare and difficult to find. The fact Benedict wants to see House Wolffort, a smaller county he is sworn to as the steward of, warriors of King Regna, rule the continent and usurp the throne in the most cunning way possible.
After Regna's death, Benedict advises Serenoa, the unknown prince, to succeed the late Regna and betray his best friend, Roland Glenbrook, the supposed next-in-line for the throne. Roland abdicates it for Serenoa, a clear path to the throne, just as Benedict wants. Serenoa, the leader of House Wolffort, is now king. House Wolffort now rules the continent. His duty is done. Benedict shoots Regna Glenbrook again, even though he is dead.
The fact that Benedict wants to retire after his duty is done. To be with Lord Symon and Destra. He wishes to return to his Lord Symon, the previous leader of House Wolffort, the man who posed as Serenoa's father alongside Benedict, and Destra, who are both dead. I'm so ill. I'm so ill, I'm so ill.
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A text based on the bus ride @oneamongathousand and my character is having from Chicago to New Orleans, being back to save the world (again) in the revival of our Tristat campaign.
It is semi-long, a bit angsty, and kind of sweet.
The soft muffled sounds of the bus and the warmth of Crystals body next to her softly rocked her to sleep. It had been too long since she slept. A big yawn and her eyes slid shut.
There was darkness at first. That nice emptiness. At peace, at last. Just floating through the space disturbed and hounded by no one and nothing.
Something stirred, disturbing her peace. A flash of golden hair and piercing blue eyes, then there was nothing but blinding pain.
She was being dragged through thousands of fires, hooks piercing her skin and pulling her in all directions. She tried to scream, just to have the sulphuric air force its way down her throat burning her vocal cords and airways time and time again.
She knew this place. She knew this pain. It was hell. She tried to break free, to escape but there was no escaping.
Distorted voices. She thought she heard Eisen. Maybe it was someone else. A woman roaring in the distance.
“Take her away from here!”
“No exceptions, that is the rules,”
Screams. More pain. Dark eyes peering down at her. The hooks were gone. Now it was only the burning heat consuming her. Dark shadows lingering over her. She laid still, wishing for nothing but that painless death once more.
“….make it right...” a man's voice, filled with regret and pain.
“… save her...” the distorted voice of a woman pleading “...falls or reaches enlightenment”
She couldn't take it. All her rage. All the pain. It consumed her. Every moment of pain she had inflicted tearing at her soul. The darkness finding her and filling her mind as she tried to get on her feet and run.
Feet burning. Falling through the air, it was too hot to breathe. Her skin melting, boiling, sliding off her body as she scraped passed walls of red hot stone.
She slammed into some sort of bottom. Paralysed by the pain. Steps. The sickening smell of Him.
It could not be. Not here. Panic froze her mind.
She shook awake. The bus had hit a bump in the road. Crystal was holding her, softly rubbing her shoulder and seemingly trying to wake her gently. The at the moment brown eyes were worried and Tati realized it had been a dream. She felt hot as if she had a fever and her chest felt tight. It was almost as if she could still taste the sulphur down her throat.
Without a word she got up and snatched a water bottle from her bag, moving to an empty seat by a window, leaning her forehead against the cold glass and staring out into the darkness.
It was just a dream. Nothing but a stupid nightmare. That was what she was trying to tell herself. Nothing real.
She was all right. It wasn't real.
He was silent. She could feel him in there, knowing what she had dreamed. He had experienced it too. Hell.
She gulped down the water bottle, focusing on the soothing cold water and how it ran down her throat washing away the imagined sulphur. Just a dream.
Her hand dove into her pocket and pulled out her headphones, plugging them into her ears and turning up the volume until the music even drowned out her thoughts. If she didn't sleep her mind couldn't haunt her. There was always coffee.
Brain fried tonight through misuse, through misuse, through misuse. You can't avoid static abuse, abuse, abuse. Without these pills, you're let loose. You're let loose, you're let loose. Stand up, get out, no excuse, no excuse. What's that coming over the hill? Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
The music pounded the lingering fear and anxiety away. She fiddled with her left-hand pinky and ring finger. They were there. It was all so weird. So strange being back, remembering how it all went to shit. All the horror. But none of it had happened yet.
She felt the seat beside her move a little as Crystal sat down beside her, and she unplugged one of her ear buds allowing Crystal to make contact. Her friend watched her closely for a second or tow before she spoke;
“Are you all right?”
“I'm fine. A nightmare. I'm fine,”
Crystal gave her a small nod and leaned back into her seat, meeting Tatiana’s eyes through the window as she turned back to stare out into the night.
“I'm here for you as well,” the albino woman noted and Tati gave her a nod and replied;
“I know. Can't talk about it though. Don't know what it was,”
“Okay. Do you want to be alone?”
She chuckled, it was the empty kind of chuckle that sometimes felt like the only kind of laugh she had left.
“I'm not a kid anymore. This is nothing. I'm fine, but thanks. You?”
Crystal gave her a little shrug but looked as if she was back dealing with her own issues. Tati let her. Crystal knew that Tati understood and that she would be there if Crystal needed her. She was one of the few people in this world Tati liked and trusted. She would blow the rest of them to bits for Crystal, but there was no need saying that. She didn't want to put more weight on her friend, and Crystal probably would feel weighted down knowing that. Which was good. It meant she wasn't as far gone as Tati.
There is a voice inside of my head. He's telling me all the evil of mankind and not to trust them. I'm calling him the shattered pieces left of my sanity. Others call him Eisen. We don't care. We know he is right when he tells me to stop feeling sorry for those who come for us. They know better. We all do.
