04 ☬ Would you believe if I swear, if I swear-- ☬ [Closed]
Who: Krypta (crimsonandnoir), Lii (scorchingheaven), Ichigo (savior_n_black), and Shiro (holeheart)
What: After almost a month of being gone, Krypta's back, and not exactly bearing good news
Where: Krypta's Place of Solace, the remnants of Discourse
When: Baaaaackdated to the 8th, daytime
Warnings: Loads of baww. Oh and also probably wtf and D: D: D: too :|b
If there was any place she had planned on being, it definitely wasn't here. The open sky, the endless road... it was so different from back home, and she couldn't help but feel a lump settle into her stomach as time passed. She'd been gone almost a month. A month. On top of that, her mirror had gone dark and her room was a mess.
...just how much did this place reflect what had actually happened? She honestly didn't want to think about it.
Krypta leaned against the debris, the wreckage of metal and steel bars providing support against the dry ground beneath her. Who'd have thought this used to be her home, and the place she sat now was what was left of the foundation of the city hall? So much had changed in two years, and hell, even she had. From blonde to redhead, secondhand trainee to expert in combat, things had taken a different turn. Still, despite all this, it was hard to believe it was all gone so quickly.
A voice in her head paused her wandering mind, and she glanced over to give a wry smile at her latest addition to the group- a seven-foot scythe made of wood and skulls, decorated in black and red flowers. It was leaning against one of the beams, a pair of eyes seeming to glow in disapproval from one of the skulls.
"Yeah, Grim, it's not home. Tell me something I don't know." The fact that she was waiting was something different than usual. Before, she'd go find them. Before, there would be taunts and teasings, egging on irrational tempers and mocking kiddish behavior. Now? That was all gone, replaced with a battle-hardened fugitive who saw more than she should have, felt more than what anyone could.
All because she lost the war. Because she lost everything.
It was going to be hard to tell them, she knew that. Even harder for them to actually accept it, and for them to not blame themselves in some way. Krypta knew them all too well, really. She'd have done the same. It still didn't help the heavy feeling she was carrying, having to be a bearer of bad news in a place no one could seem to escape from. Yet somehow, she knew she always would be.
What: After almost a month of being gone, Krypta's back, and not exactly bearing good news
Where: Krypta's Place of Solace, the remnants of Discourse
When: Baaaaackdated to the 8th, daytime
Warnings: Loads of baww. Oh and also probably wtf and D: D: D: too :|b
If there was any place she had planned on being, it definitely wasn't here. The open sky, the endless road... it was so different from back home, and she couldn't help but feel a lump settle into her stomach as time passed. She'd been gone almost a month. A month. On top of that, her mirror had gone dark and her room was a mess.
...just how much did this place reflect what had actually happened? She honestly didn't want to think about it.
Krypta leaned against the debris, the wreckage of metal and steel bars providing support against the dry ground beneath her. Who'd have thought this used to be her home, and the place she sat now was what was left of the foundation of the city hall? So much had changed in two years, and hell, even she had. From blonde to redhead, secondhand trainee to expert in combat, things had taken a different turn. Still, despite all this, it was hard to believe it was all gone so quickly.
A voice in her head paused her wandering mind, and she glanced over to give a wry smile at her latest addition to the group- a seven-foot scythe made of wood and skulls, decorated in black and red flowers. It was leaning against one of the beams, a pair of eyes seeming to glow in disapproval from one of the skulls.
"Yeah, Grim, it's not home. Tell me something I don't know." The fact that she was waiting was something different than usual. Before, she'd go find them. Before, there would be taunts and teasings, egging on irrational tempers and mocking kiddish behavior. Now? That was all gone, replaced with a battle-hardened fugitive who saw more than she should have, felt more than what anyone could.
All because she lost the war. Because she lost everything.
It was going to be hard to tell them, she knew that. Even harder for them to actually accept it, and for them to not blame themselves in some way. Krypta knew them all too well, really. She'd have done the same. It still didn't help the heavy feeling she was carrying, having to be a bearer of bad news in a place no one could seem to escape from. Yet somehow, she knew she always would be.