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eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
notyetlegend) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
sixth arrow → VIDEO → Seelie
Oh for...of all th' irresponsible...
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.
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[A cruel prospect, for certain, but he's given it some thought himself. He wonders what she might have to say about it, if he's the only one so disturbed by the idea of forgetting everything and everyone. How the mighty have fallen, indeed.]
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[It wasn't something she liked to think about. Being alone back home with no memory of her time spent here. It was funny how she'd never thought of herself as being alone before; as long as she'd had Angus and her few days of freedom, it hadn't felt like it. Merida tilts her head, closing her eyes.]
It happened before, when I dreamed of home an' woke up with two years worth of memories. While I was dreamin' I had no knowledge of this place. If that's what it's goin' to be like when we go home, I'd rather die.
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[Out it a rush it comes—he's been doing an awful lot of that lately—but he doesn't care. Maybe it even sounds a bit selfish, something like personal rejection and refusal of the very idea, but it doesn't matter and he doesn't care.
He will not lose himself to loneliness. He will not lose another to the same. Never again. The madness of his world that awaits him shall never come to pass.]
I would hold on too tightly to allow it. You won't leave. That's an order, understand?
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Aye, I understand. I won't leave this world unless my king commands it of me.