#askthefallen

her voice cracks, as she reached out. just hoping for anything reassuring..

only to be met with cold steel

her voice breaks as she lets out a sob

*Icia's legs give out as she leans against the statue to not fully fall, quietly praying for the warmth that's quickly fading away for return.*

*Nova and Mirobelle turn into Vagas arms.... Vaga doesn't even have the energy to panic. He feels hollow, staring at the steel statue.

*Ode holds onto Samuel even tighter, quietly sobbing. He hugs them back blankly, unable to feel the tears roll down his face. Dunite turns away, trying her damnest to not cry.*

It goes back to silence. That at least reassured her that Lata wasn’t mad at her at the very least. She still has the ring box in her pocket, she didn't want to put it away for another time…Maybe now is a good time for that…The sun is shining, they’re in a special place with just the two of them…It would be perfect…“Would you like to know why I didn’t get the letter that morning..?” Lata’s head perks up a bit. “I was scheduled to pick something up that morning, and I got too excited to wait.” she takes the ring box out of her pocket and places it in her hands. Lata takes the box and feels it, the outside is smooth. She tilts her head, confused, when latte places her hands on hers and opens the box with her. Lata reaches her hand inside the tiny box and touches the cold metal of the ring. She then pauses at the braille written on the top; ’m y l o v e.’ Latte takes both of her hands again. “It was really poor timing, I know. I still feel like it's poor timing, but-” she takes a short breath.

“Will you marry me?”

Lata’s heart was already racing, the answer was obvious though.

Yes, of course! Always yes!

she wraps her arms around her in a big hug. Mallow perks up and walks over towards the two of their voices, she brushes up against their legs with a small mew. Lata picks her up and goes back to hugging her fiancé.

I can't say I don't want to see them again. I can't say I haven't thought about doing what he did or that I never will again. And I can't say that- that, that I'm perfect, or that recovering was easy, or anything.

But... but, even with all of the stuff I'm still going through, I can think about the past with happiness, and remember the stuff I loved instead of what I lost.

I hope he can do that, too. If not now, someday.

@mixology-expert

[*SOBS.*]

.......

The dungeon doors opening. Slyn looked up, shielding his eyes from the light. He hadn't moved from the spot Icia left him in, too exhausted and and grieved to try and get familiar with his prison.

A familiar voice pierced the air.

"I'm assuming Icia told you everything."

He bared his teeth, glaring at Achilles' silhouette.

"She didn't need to tell me shit. I saw it all."

"Then you saw how Hexe was finally killed. And how Ramiro was killed along with her."

"SHUT UP. STOP... TALKING ABOUT IT."

There's a moment of silence, only filled by stifled cries from the smaller of the men.

"Look, Slyn. I'm not here to scold you. Icia's already done that, and she'll do it more... so will everyone else. I'm just here to say bye."

Slyn paused.

"... what?"

"Raina's removing everyone's curses. Which means by the time you're freed, if you ever are, I'll be gone."

Achilles' voice was almost grateful, knowing he'd be gone soon. "I just have one question, though.... for years, you made it clear I didn't matter. And then suddenly, you seemed to care these last few weeks.... at least, more than before. Why?"

"None of your fucking business, I don't."

"Are you sure that's how you want this goodbye to go?"

".............. I don't care about you," Slyn whispered, turning away.

Achilles sighed. "I never thought I'd admit this. But you're a really terrible liar when you're miserable. But fine."

"Guess this is goodbye, then. Enjoy rotting for everything you did to the kingdom. I hope you regret it all." He got up and turned to leave.

".... I hope you reunite with your wife and daughter."

Achilles paused. Of course. It was Slyn who heard that conversation with Odette. Of course it was fucking Slyn.

..... but the slight hints of sympathy now made sense at least.

".... Yeah. I can't wait to see them again."

".... Good luck, Slyn. With whatever becomes of you."

Achilles left, and the dungeon closed once again. Slyn curled up on the ground in misery.

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Man... end of an era.

Until Achilles passes, he will be open for asks. Once he does, this blog will mainly be Slyn.

Here are yalls tags until the new pinned post is made:

Asks: #askthefallen

Achilles RP: #thefallenhero

Slyn RP: #slitheringredemption

... what about it‐? What does that mean???

... that's my family name- Mia Marino is my mother.

..........

..... you're KIDDING ME-

NO, IM NOT. THAT- THIS IS MY MOTHER. MIA MARINO. FROM ITALY. IM VIVIANNA MARINO.

.... no- SHUT UP. YOU'RE MY REPLACEMENT?!?!

*Icia stands there, the room progressively growing colder. Slyn looks at Icia, very confused by whats going on but not wanting to interfere.*

...............

*She leans down and picks up the frosty photo.*

Do you want this.

.... no. I don't want to see that bitch's face again.

Good. I'll be keeping this and showing it to our other brother.

*She looks at him coldly.*

I'll be back to talk later. Because this isn't something that any of us are going to sweep under the rug.... especially not me. No matter how much more you may hate me. Because like it or not, we're both victims of our mother in one way or another, and we can't ignore that.

*Icia breaks her legs out of the ice encasing them and storms out, holding her stomach and trying her god awful best to not cry out loud. The dungeon door slams closed.*

*Slyn sits in the cold, all alone. He holds his plant closer.*

(.... I don't get it. There's no way she's my sister. No way. I don't believe it. She can't be. Right...? And there's no way I have a brother too.)

(....... what the fuck did you do to us, Mia....)

that's what I thought you'd say...

she grabs a torch off the wall tossing the photo in it and watching it burn for a moment.

she turns to leave, looks like she's done here...

.... oh you've got to be kidding me-.

.... what.