#errantkatana

Hey Alfred, Watch This! Starter Sentences 2 @errantkatana​ sent:

I want everything in here except you to die.

Stardust and shadows raced through the sky, higher and higher until the balcony of that floating castle of crystal was reached. A sleeping form was laid across a sofa in the library, as Nightmare Knight wandered off to the kitchen to busy himself with cleaning and seeing what damage was caused while he was away.

His attention would always break off, for a few seconds at least, as he waited for Zero to wake up from his slumber, as he so rudely stole him away from rest. All to pull off a theatrical stunt for only his own amusement. It felt fun to do though, and after however long he spent in that building it was nice to stretch and do a bit of exercise.

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Mellissah, Katheryn, and Robyn are with their father, Arthur. The three children hold hands and Melissah feeling the need to squeeze their baby brother’s hand for comfort. It’s then that Arthur kneels down to scoop Robyn up into his arms and hold his tearfilled-eyes son. Without Robyn saying a word, he can tell the youngest of the three is terrified. “Is mommy here?” Katheryn asks, finally those bright golden brown eyes looks up at her father. He doesn’t have an answer. 

“Are we going to be okay?” Melissah follows behind in questioning. Hoping that Arthur will have an answer. He doesn’t. 

He WANTS to say that they’ll be okay and that mommy is here. Safe with the rest of them, but....But he can’t bring himself to guarantee that. To guarantee something he’s so unsure of would be dangerous. What if something WERE to happen. What if Evangeline wasn’t safe and what if something awful would happen to all of them? He couldn’t promise his children anything. Still, he looks down at all three of them, a warm smile on his face, “I hope so. I hope that she’s here and I hope we’ll be okay.” He adjusts Robyn in one arm and pats both his girl’s head, “I won’t let anything happen to you guys, okay?” And THAT he can guarantee. He’ll protect his babies with his life. 

“Let’s go look for mommy.” Melissah holds Katheryn’s hand and Katheryn holds Arthur’s free one. From all the crying, Robyn is the first to fall asleep, head resting on Arthur’s shoulder. 

“Daddy, LOOK!” Melissah points out a man not too far from where they’re standing. She’s about to approach, fearlessly but of course Arthur stops her, “Wait, Mel. Give...Give me a moment.” He doesn’t want his children approaching any strangers. ESPECIALLY in a foreign place. 

He clears his throat and gestures for his two girls to stick together, “Grab hold of my shirt and stay as close to me.” He waits for both girls to grab hold of him and he’s careful in approaching this man. He....has a weapon. 

He emerges from the bedroom at last, accepting that despite how exhausted he feels, his body denies him the luxury of sleep. Shuffling to the pantry, he opens up a cupboard to retrieve some tea-- knowing vaguely that it helps Zero to sleep. Only for his sound hand to fall slowly to the counter, eyes dulling as he spaces out, staring blankly at the backsplash of the counter.

His head hurts so bad that it’s begun to wrap back around to numbness. At the very least it stops pounding like it’s going to split apart when he just... allows himself to be lost in what had been appearing to him in dreams when he was still able to manage a nap. A tower in the middle of a city, falling into the abyss.

Barry crouches at the edge of the woods, over a lizard skeleton that’s been nearly picked clean. He waves his wand over it, muttering something unheard, and it twitches-- then shudders-- then stands up.

With the disgusted click of her tongue, she turns back to the sobbing figure collapsed at her feet, no longer needing to be restrained by the one mook she had come upstairs with her. No need when he’s frozen with pain shock, arms bleeding with nowhere to find relief from where she severed wrists from hands. “You asked for it to be your own hand, iblith. How does it feel to have your wishes granted?”

The child has escaped her. No doubt from the gang leader’s own sacrifice. A foolish desire to protect his son. Regardless, any potential gain she had from keeping him in check is gone now, so she may as well mitigate his threat. He won’t be leading this crew like this. Or leading anyone ever again.

Of course the man can’t answer her. She doesn’t expect him to. The valsharess wipes her treasured katana off on the man’s shirt, then sheathes it with a click. “What a mess of an evening,” she bemoans to no one in particular, before she suddenly comes to a halt and looks toward the black of the spiral stairs that lead up into the belfry. “I do hope you don’t disappoint when you’re sober, iblith.”

The mook in the room furrows his brow, confused. He’s standing too close to the stairwell. The valsharess wholly anticipates his head to be on the ground within the next few seconds. But who knows? Maybe the drunken lout who has come to reclaim what is rightfully his will surprise her.

I’VE DIED, IN SO MANY WAYS, SO, SO MANY TIMES. I DON’T WANT YOU OR ANYONE ELSE TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT. TO BECOME JUST, NUMB TO IT. IF I CAN DIE IN YOUR PLACE, OR ANYONE ELSE, I’LL DO IT EVERY TIME.

Something about the darkness inside the Spirale hole was tempting. It was like the void was calling out to Sal; tempting him with sweet whispers and using his own curiosity against him. Logically, he knew to avoid that area at all costs; and he did. However, that didn’t stop his mind from wandering into a darker place. 

“I would never jump into the hole, but...haven’t you ever wondered what’s down there?” Truthfully, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was terrifying and yet...Sal’s curiosity of the unknown wouldn’t be satiated until he found out the purpose behind that void.