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His breathing was heavy, the clear sky no comfort tonight. He had only just realized. He could not lose another, he could not lose..... her, "Please let me make it." He took the stairs three at a bound, leading to the roof.... "Gods please." The door at the top was solid..... no splinters. He passed through it like running through glass, his stride and size to much to be stopped, "Almost there... hold on."
As he rushed through, the grit of the roof loosened by his thundering boots. His hands and and heart shaking...."SIHA!" He slid along the tiles, his armored knees grinding along the shingles as he stopped before her. He lifted her to his chest, "No, no, no, no! Siha, please no. Please do not leave me. Please...." He had not been able to keep her safe. He had failed her, like he failed everyone.
He looked down on her, the knife in her chest piercing his own heart. He brushed the hair from her eyes, "Please Love.... Please say anything." Slowly her eyes opened, all he could do, "Please wake up." He held her hands as she looked up at him, sleepy eyes, the aether was calling her, he knew what death looked like. He held tears in his eyes as he plead to any god listening to spare her, to take him. Surely death would jump at such a deal, having been cheated so often. He faked a smile... a small laugh as she opened her eyes on him fully, tears to present to try and hide, "Siha....."
Her voice was faint when she spoke, her hand curling weakly in his, “Erik…I knew you’d come…for me…†she could see him starting to speak but her hand raised to gently touch his cheek, it was warm and wet. He was crying. “Don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt…anymore†she comforted with a warm smile. He started to speak but she trailed her hand over to press weakly against his lips, “Please. I want to tell you…†she felt her breathing getting harder. She had to tell him. “I’m so glad, I got to meet you…I wish it could…have lasted a little longer…†the words broke as she could get breath for them.
It was cold, but warmth slipped down her cheeks, her own tears mingled with his. “The gods gave me so many flaws…but then they gave me…you. Because of you…I was able to live…you gave me the greatest gift in the world…a family…†He was speaking again and she smiled at him, eyes opening to meet those familiar orbs as her grip got weaker, her eyes weakly moving to try and see the faces that were gathering behind them but they blurred. There was only his face in focus, in color.
Her hand moved to wipe away his tears again, “I think I’d like to sleep…a while…if that’s ok…the wind up here is nice†she quieted almost completely. She felt like she was floating, memories ran before her eyes as they started to close, but she wouldn’t shut them just yet. “Sing me…to sleep…please…†it was the last thing she’d ask. Even if he didn’t sing she could hear singing and her eyes closed with a smile, a tear slipping down her cheek before she was gone.
He held her for a time, singing quietly the song they had shared, telling her that if she'd be his star, he would be her sky. He then held her closer, burying her face in his neck as he just knelt in the wind atop the roof. He wasn't sure if she was gone or not yet, he spoke though as if she were there. "I... I never meant to hurt you, to make you feel small or unwanted. I have for the longest time loved you. There was never a question of love. I am sorry I never told you.... I am sorry I was unable to protect you.... I am sorry." He didn't move, only holding her, tears mixing with her blood. Once he had settled he rested her on the roof and stood. Drawing his sword he let light catch the blade, and his weapon and armor vanished. He knelt before her again, bending to kiss her cold lips with the softest touch he could manage. He then took the blade from her chest, so gently, as if he was afraid it would cause her pain. He then laid next to her, looking up at the stars, he smiled. Erik looked at her now, she looked like she was asleep. He took ahold of her hand and looked back into the sky, the knife in the opposite hand, "You are right Siha.... the wind is nice. I... I think I am tired too." he smiled warmly as he closed his eyes, "Maybe we will dream the same dream...... I love you." The knife fell true.
His breathing was heavy, the clear sky no comfort tonight. He had only just realized. He could not lose another, he could not lose..... her, "Please let me make it." He took the stairs three at a bound, leading to the roof.... "Gods please." The door at the top was solid..... no splinters. He passed through it like running through glass, his stride and size to much to be stopped, "Almost there... hold on."
As he rushed through, the grit of the roof loosened by his thundering boots. His hands and and heart shaking...."SIHA!" He slid along the tiles, his armored knees grinding along the shingles as he stopped before her. He lifted her to his chest, "No, no, no, no! Siha, please no. Please do not leave me. Please...." He had not been able to keep her safe. He had failed her, like he failed everyone.
He looked down on her, the knife in her chest piercing his own heart. He brushed the hair from her eyes, "Please Love.... Please say anything." Slowly her eyes opened, all he could do, "Please wake up." He held her hands as she looked up at him, sleepy eyes, the aether was calling her, he knew what death looked like. He held tears in his eyes as he plead to any god listening to spare her, to take him. Surely death would jump at such a deal, having been cheated so often. He faked a smile... a small laugh as she opened her eyes on him fully, tears to present to try and hide, "Siha....."
Her voice was faint when she spoke, her hand curling weakly in his, “Erik…I knew you’d come…for me…†she could see him starting to speak but her hand raised to gently touch his cheek, it was warm and wet. He was crying. “Don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt…anymore†she comforted with a warm smile. He started to speak but she trailed her hand over to press weakly against his lips, “Please. I want to tell you…†she felt her breathing getting harder. She had to tell him. “I’m so glad, I got to meet you…I wish it could…have lasted a little longer…†the words broke as she could get breath for them.
It was cold, but warmth slipped down her cheeks, her own tears mingled with his. “The gods gave me so many flaws…but then they gave me…you. Because of you…I was able to live…you gave me the greatest gift in the world…a family…†He was speaking again and she smiled at him, eyes opening to meet those familiar orbs as her grip got weaker, her eyes weakly moving to try and see the faces that were gathering behind them but they blurred. There was only his face in focus, in color.
Her hand moved to wipe away his tears again, “I think I’d like to sleep…a while…if that’s ok…the wind up here is nice†she quieted almost completely. She felt like she was floating, memories ran before her eyes as they started to close, but she wouldn’t shut them just yet. “Sing me…to sleep…please…†it was the last thing she’d ask. Even if he didn’t sing she could hear singing and her eyes closed with a smile, a tear slipping down her cheek before she was gone.
He held her for a time, singing quietly the song they had shared, telling her that if she'd be his star, he would be her sky. He then held her closer, burying her face in his neck as he just knelt in the wind atop the roof. He wasn't sure if she was gone or not yet, he spoke though as if she were there. "I... I never meant to hurt you, to make you feel small or unwanted. I have for the longest time loved you. There was never a question of love. I am sorry I never told you.... I am sorry I was unable to protect you.... I am sorry." He didn't move, only holding her, tears mixing with her blood. Once he had settled he rested her on the roof and stood. Drawing his sword he let light catch the blade, and his weapon and armor vanished. He knelt before her again, bending to kiss her cold lips with the softest touch he could manage. He then took the blade from her chest, so gently, as if he was afraid it would cause her pain. He then laid next to her, looking up at the stars, he smiled. Erik looked at her now, she looked like she was asleep. He took ahold of her hand and looked back into the sky, the knife in the opposite hand, "You are right Siha.... the wind is nice. I... I think I am tired too." he smiled warmly as he closed his eyes, "Maybe we will dream the same dream...... I love you." The knife fell true.
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