#embcrn

“COME TO BED,” lief remarked quietly, opening up the bedroll for elke. he had been distracted all day, knowing what would come to pass and just... thinking on it. soon, he would be dead. but dying for elke had always been on the table, and lief had readily accepted it. he just hated that they didn’t have more time.

“YOU SAID IT WOULD BE BAD, BUT YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WOULD BE THAT BAD,” he remarked softly. elke never had specific visions; the divines did not bless them with exact foresight. but enough to lend credence to elke’s visions.

“HOW... HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?” he asks, voice soft as he stares at the seer with frightened eyes. the usually jovial man had been called by his GIVEN name, a name he had forgotten when they had cast him out. when he had left his home.

she watched from afar as her sister approached. fear gripped her heart, but she would have to face antigone at some point. and she had no other ways to deter her sister’s approach. emil was out, so she couldn’t use lessons with him as an excuse anymore.

“HERE. YOU NEED TO EAT,” he said, tearing off a crust of bread and handing it to them. the worry in his eyes was damn near smothering, but what else could he do? they had... well. lief wasn’t going anywhere. knowing you’re going to die eventually was a part of life. knowing how you were going to die and WHEN? well, divines. that’s enough to make a man follow anyone.

you look really pretty tonight, sister. elektra rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, placing an affectionate kiss there before hopping up and looking down at her sister. 

mara shuffles from the bed, rubbing her dark eyes. she pulls on a robe laying on the chair in his room (no doubt tossed there last night), and she goes out to the window where he stands, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“WHO HURT YOU?! I’LL TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIMB. YOU HAVE WOUNDS!” elektra rushed to her sister when they were at camp, gripping her head and looking at her wounds. “WHO WERE YOU WITH? WHO LET YOU GET HURT?”