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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
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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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"I..." She fell silent.
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[i]Oliver would keep his silence, it seemed, yet his gaze would soon return to Sarah. He was waiting on her to continue what she intended to say.[/i]
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She just stayed silent. She still didn't know what to say.
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"Sarah.." [i]Oliver sighed a little, yet he would still continue to keep his arm wrapped around Sarah's body, bringing her a little closer yet. He too seemed to not know what to say - granted, he seemed more concerned with whatever she wished to say.[/i]
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She sighed, "I feel pressured, Oliver."
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"Don't. It's alright." [i]He would respond, as he would look away and give Sarah some time.[/i]
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She seemed very silent.
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[i]Oliver would go silent, then, simply resting his head against Sarah's shoulder as he closed his eyes, sighing a little. It was as if he wanted to say something, yet didn't exactly feel confident about it. At all.[/i]
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"You alright?" She asked, concerned.
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"I'm alright, yeah.. Not that I'm against it, but are you staying over for the night? It's pretty late. I'll take the couch if you are staying by, the bed's all yours."
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"Alright."
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[i]Oliver smiled, nodding at that. He had an idea.[/i] "I'll go ahead and get off," [i]He would say, as he would let go of Sarah and sit upon the other side of the couch, nodding towards her.[/i] "Sweet dreams, Sarah." [i]Oh, he was plotting. Not in a bad way, but.. he did have some Christmas ideas.[/i]
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She gave him the blanket, tucking him in. Then she would retire to his bedroom.
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[i]Roughly a few hours later, once he had checked that Sarah was asleep, Oliver snuck out of the apartment building.[/i] -------------------------------- [i]Sarah would wake up to the smell of breakfast. A rather good smell.[/i]
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She smelled the breakfast. "Mmm~." She got at of the bed, wearing pajama pants, and a tank top. Her hair was slightly tangled, making it bounce, a bit. Her arm tightly wrapped around a chibi plushie of Agent North Dakota.
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"Morning, sunny." [i]Oliver smiled over, out of his typical knightly garb and now contained within a soft white tunic, alongside a pair of fittingly cobalt blue shorts. He was working on bacon, while biscuits, sausage, toast, and hot chocolate had already been finished, set for Sarah if she wished to eat.[/i]
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"Thank you," she told Oliver. She sat down, beginning to eat.
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"Hey, no problem. Gravy coming up in a bit. I.. have family coming over, so that's why the meal's so big. My aunt, she wished to visit me." [i]Oliver mentioned, finishing the bacon.[/i] "Hope you don't mind her. She's great a fantastic, though she's.. interesting, I guess you could say."
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"This... will be interesting," Sarah decided.
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"Yeah.." [i]Oliver sat down, with his own plate.[/i] "When she arrives.. she'll pray a little to her god, or rather - her mother, a deity known as Thetis. I've never been highly religious, nor do I know if you're a religious individual.. mostly because I don't know this place's beliefs too well."
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"I'm not religious. Because I know if I die permanently I'm going to hell."
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[i]Oliver went quiet, for a bit, as he looked up at Sarah.[/i] "...Does no god save those whom sacrificed themselves for the betterment of the people? No matter their past, as long as they pursue redemption? ...Then the gods are wrong themselves." [i]He would sigh.[/i] "If I was to die, then I already know that from this sense of 'judgment', I will suffer. I am a soldier - we both are - and we suffer soldier's fates."
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"Oliver, there are no gods. Just asshats with a lot of power who think they're gods but have a weakness they won't tell anyone."
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"Then we won't follow those gods, and kings, and such. Others might.. we won't." [i]A soft knocking was heard, at the door.[/i] "...That'll be her. Guess you're ready for her, then?"
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"I'll go get dressed, in a minute. Appear more... decent."
