last-rites

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There it was. The question he was anticipating. Of course his actions would seem cruel or unusual to everyone but himself. His expression turned stern and unapologetic. “What would I have said, Nahyuta?” He placed his hand on his hips and flashed a fake smile, exaggerating his tone to be more chipper. “’Hey there, son! Guess what? Your old man finally kicked the bucket! Just here to run a few errands then I’m off to the Twilight Realm!’”

He shook his head. Drilling the idea into Apollo’s head that he wouldn’t be passing on soon was hard enough. That distraught look in his eyes would haunt him to the afterlife - or whatever life this was supposed to be. “…There were things I still needed to do. Things I couldn’t do if I was pronounced dead. I had to see the rebellion through, but more importantly…” His face softened. “I needed to see you and Apollo one last time. I wanted to see you again like nothing was wrong, but as the trial grew closer, I knew Amara’s life was in danger. I just couldn’t keep up the facade anymore. I know the way you and everyone in court had to find out was…cruel. I’m sure it wasn’t the easiest pill to swallow…”

“I...” he begins to speak again, his head down and posture stiff to the point of discomfort. His usual impeccable restraint has been shattered, and he can’t stop himself from fiddling with his fingers as he considers the words rolling around in his mind. His thumb presses into the dragon on the palm of his opposite hand, still finding the feeling of the bare skin somewhat new. His words come out slowly and heavily, as if he’s admitting something shameful. “I... treated you in a way that a son should never treat his own father.” During Dhurke’s last trial, ignorance had truly been bliss. He remembers how he felt when he finally realized the truth, and that he had never spared his father a good word even after his death.

Dhurke, strangers, those who talked as if they knew her; it would be a lie to say that the young priestess wasn’t frightened. Her prayers did nothing to ease her worries, and she found herself on edge at all times, wondering if each face she passed would be the one to put a blade in her back to throw Khura'in into turmoil, wherever Khura'in was relative to this place.

A familiar light, lilac head catches her attention and she knows it must me Nahyuta, her br- her braid head. She startles, jumping to her feet, and she makes her way quickly to his side. “Nahyuta!”

She tries not to sound too relieved and carefully puts the smug, self-assured smile onto her face. “How surprising to see you here too, Braid Head.”

Once, he even thinks he catches sight of a pair of brown horns, but they’re gone in the crowd before he focuses in on them.

This time, however, it’s unmistakably someone he knows who addresses him. At the first sound of his name, he’s already turned, catching the familiar timbre of the princess’s voice. He watches her approach quickly, his cautious expression softening. He’s relieved beyond expression that she is still safe. In his absence, she has not been hurt. He hasn’t failed another one of his duties, both as regent and as a brother.

“Your Benevolence,” he says, a small smile evident in his tone of voice. After all these years of looking after her from the prosecutor’s bench, he can see through her tough veneer. “I’m glad to see you unharmed, even if the Holy Mother has decreed that it be in such a situation as this.” He drops his professionalism soon, though, leaning to meet Rayfa’s eyes. “Are you doing all right?”

【由多くんです*☆】 ❛Ugh, this whole situation is such a headache.❜ The verdette held a hand to his head as he pushed away yet another one of the city’s informational brochures. Very little about the setup made any sense. And no number of hours spent holed up inside the library would likely change that. He repositioned slightly to address the stranger seated in the next chair over, ignoring the fact that it was a guy. ❛Excuse me, do you have any Aspirin? Unfortunately, I ran out.❜

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Okay, so she’s being a bit of a shit - she was just shot, for fuck’s sake, so surely that’s allowed. Right? Right. Cool. Especially since this guy was so… pretentious.

“T-To be honest, I thought you could tell me that…” Nervous laughter masked his embarrassment and confusion. He knew that news of his death would break out during the trial, so Nahyuta gawking at him like he were a ghost didn’t faze him. He wished to know the trial’s outcome, but there was a wealth of other questions that demanded his attention first. “The last thing I remember is being on trial…I thought this was the Twilight Realm, but seeing as you’re here, that can’t be true…” As those words left his lips, that horrible thought crossed his mind once more.

But as soon as he is done speaking his piece, more words come tumbling out. “You... during that trial...” His throat is conspicuously dry, but he pauses for only a moment and keeps speaking. “You let us all think you were alive.” He remembers being so desperate for a conclusion, so that maybe, just maybe, he could go back to his father, back to the ideals he was raised with. When he had heard of Dhurke’s disappearance, that tentative hope had gone with him. “I thought you had abandoned the courts,” he grinds out, “we both thought you lost faith in them.”