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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
1/22/2018 11:44:12 PM
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[b][u]Broken Warlock[/u][/b]
[i]Finn's Grave, 00:00[/i]
Sarah sat in front of Finn's Grave. She was sobbing enough tears to drown herself in a small shower.
He had promised he wouldn't leave her side.
He had promised her forever.
She knew the truth. There was no such thing as forever, only constant.
Constant grief. Constant pain. Constant suffering. Constant survival.
Survival. Survival is a curse she would have to bear.
[spoiler]Open. Someone please find her a therapist.[/spoiler]
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After that time, Sarah's clothes were still soaking and cold, "I'm still shivering. And tired."
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Bedlam took his shirt off before hugging Sarah again to give her warmth. "I wouldn't mind waiting a while longer here...just the two of us."
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She summoned some lukewarm solar light, to dry herself off, "Can you poof us outta here."
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"Yeah, I could. Where do you want to go?" He nuzzled her with a smile. "We can go back to my place and I can dry your clothes."
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"Your place... I'm cold, tired... and... satisfied..."
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"Satisfied?" Bedlam chuckled a little to himself before teleporting them to the floor of his room. He immediatley got up and pulled a white shirt and sweat pants from a dresser, tossing them at Sarah. "Here, you can wear this while I dry the clothes."
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She changed quickly.
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"Stay here...I don't want Panta seeing you in here." Bedlam left the room, taking Sarah's clothes with him.
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She stayed put.
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He'd return shortly, walking in and closing the door before practically jumping on top of her and kissing her all over her face. "You're the best, y'know that"
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She smiled.
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"We should probably get off the floor though..." Bedlam stood back up, helping Sarah onto her feet. He then picked her up and placed her on the bed, laying down beside her.
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She silently giggled.
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"Goodnight, Carolina. I think I need a quick nap." He yawned, resting his head on her chest, using it as a pillow.
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She seemed happy, as she fell asleep.
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[spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
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[i]The strongest person that Oliver knew, now rendered into this.[/i] [i]It was awful to watch.[/i] [i]Sarah would hear the familiar clatter of lightly plated steel and bits of tightly adjusted iron upon the leather gambeson underneath, as the *shink* of a sword returning to it's leather sheath was heard, as Oliver's shadow was casted upon the woman. Yet the shadow was indistinguishable, at such a deathly hour of night.[/i] "...my lady, should I.. return, at a better time." [i]From what he had mentioned, Oliver had been at war. Khalosh was won and retaken, yet he had returned to the Dojo, as if stationed back here in order to support the troops that were still present. His voice cracked a little, as he looked upon the broken soul before him.[/i]
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"Go... away...." she croaked. She cleched a fistful of grass, "Leave me alone."
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"...I'm not leaving you alone. Not like this." [i]Oliver would state firmly, staring as Sarah ripped the grass from the earth. He didn't seem as timid, nor panicked, as before. He was.. stern, yet caring too.[/i]
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"LEAVE!" She yelled, her eyes filled with fire as she turned to him,
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"No. I'm not allowing you.. the one person that I [i]can[/i] call a friend.. sob away with no help at all. Let me be there for you. Like.. how you were there for me." [i]Oliver would meet her fiery eyes with his own, those light blue pupils like ice. Yet filled with a certain warmth, as well.[/i]
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"I'm so, so, sorry," Lunar apologised. He put a supressor on the Warlock.
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"Don't surpress her.. please." [i]Oliver looked at the Ghost then, sighing.[/i] "I want to help her - no, I.. [i]need[/i] to help her. I can't leave her like.. this."
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"If you want to live, her abilities would have to be supressed," Lunar explained. She spat and cursed at her Ghost.
