What 's so Amazing About Grace: ARCHIVE

Dead bite

"Mon fils? Peut-être." The monarch softly hummed and watched Zacharie's hand, a unreadable look falling across his features. He lifted his eyes once more to The Dealer, and smiled, sharp teeth slightly blood stained. It seemed to flash in memory familiar to Dealer, A face he saw before he died, gutted and helpless. 

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"Morte? Ne suis-je pas ici?" His grip loosened and he lowered his hand, eyebrows lifting in a sharp manner. He kept his lips in a straight line while his hand moved to lay on Zacharie's shoulder, as if a sign to show him he really was there. 

Dead bite

"Vous avez fait échouer moi." He almost growls, his hand slipping down from The Dealer's hair and grabbing his neck. Not enough to choke him, but the pressure was there. His eyes squinted into crimson slits, illuminated in the dim light, "Ne perdez pas vos excuses sur moi."

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Despite his words, the King provided comfort to him. His claws brushed over Zacharie's thick locks, while one hand rubbed up and down his back. He nodded to the others statements, his face composed in a solemn manner, "Vous dites que maintenant. Bien que la façon dont vous sentiez-vous il ya une semaine? Il ya un mois?"

The King’s Memorial picture is finally done. It had more to it originally, but I got a little fed up. A lot of my time was put into his face. I wish I could have painted something more grand, but this will have to do. 

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"Bien sûr. Je vous ai manqué." Carefully, the former batter leaned down and took the other into a hug--though it wasn't quite as warm as would be remembered. Shakily, the king breathed against The Dealer's shoulder in almost a mockery of life, "J'ai eu envie de vous demander pourquoi vous avez été si lointain. N'étais-je pas important pour vous? Je n'ai pas apprécié votre absence dans mon temps de besoin,"

The fragment of what once was royalty shook his head, staring down at the Dealer with a soft and dark expression. He smiled, then, sweet and subtle, "Je suis ici. Obtenez sur vos pieds, chouchou.." Bending down, he ran his claws through the other's locks. 

Fin

While Hugo was sobbing, it would have been impossible to pick out The King’s own changes and struggles. His grip loosened, and his body began to grow heavy against his son’s. It was perhaps half way into the young man’s sobs that his father took a final breath. A gentle claw swiped through Hugo’s hair tenderly, before The once mighty king was a corpse in Hugo’s grasp. 

Fin

It doesn’t take Hugo long to begin openly sobbing into King’s shoulder, wheezing and making pathetic squeaky hiccups, as if crying wasn’t something he was practiced at. This was his father and he was going to lose him almost as soon as he’d found him, barely knowing anything about the man, about where he’d come from and what had been before. Everything had been pitted against King from the start and it just wasn’t fair, to have him lose so many things that were important to him, to be left a shell of something once powerful and dignified. He deserved better than this. Both of them did.

While Hugo was sobbing, it would have been impossible to pick out The King's own changes and struggles. His grip loosened, and his body began to grow heavy against his son's. It was perhaps half way into the young man's sobs that his father took a final breath. A gentle claw swiped through Hugo's hair tenderly, before The once mighty king was a corpse in Hugo's grasp. 

Fin

He was taken aback entirely by Hugo's words, though after a few minutes, he wrapped his arms around his son quietly. Stroking over the others hair with low, shallow breaths. The monarch couldn't think of a response, so for now, he didn't give one. His arms tightened around Hugo as much as they could.

Fin

Fin

'No, dad… No, c'mon you don't have to die. Nobody says you have to die…” It's a struggle to keep his own voice steady and he can already feel his jaw trembling. “You can get better and we can fix it and you don't have to die… Please-” He starts to try and get an arm underneath King, as if to lift him up and carry him out of this cold and dying place. “I fixed my own file, I can fix yours, it'll be okay, I swear…”