1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-11-02 13:48:46
He took a deep breath, No, I have to know what it is. He thought, tilting the fire down to expose the creature. He was clearly expecting the worst, body tense and muscles bulging. Please don't be something awful, please don't be something awful... |
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Posted 2022-11-02 14:25:07
A young woman, dressed in rags covered in dirty straw, sat on the ground. Her arms were wrapped tightly around a shivering child. Both of their hair was long and ragged, and their faces looked gaunt as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. The woman winced in the sudden light, peeling her lips back in a terrifying snarl. She turned her whole body, hugging the girl tight to her chest, shielding her from the small group. How long had they been here like this? Alone in the dark? Covered in filth and starving? Quesnel crouched down, staring at the two people (perhaps, mother and daughter?) in shock. His heart swam in the pit of his stomach, and he felt nauseous. How could anyone do this? A wave of anger crashed over him. How could anyone do this?! The anger dissipated as the little girl let out a quiet whimper, and Quesnel realized his face was contorted in rage. "Sh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling guilty. "I'm not mad at you." He held out his hand through the bars, and the woman scooted away, burying her face in the girl's hair. Gideon placed his hand on Quesnel's shoulder, a sad look crossing his face. He reached into his pocket, pulling out some of his trout jerkies. He was running low; he'd have to make some more. Holding it out, he gave the pair a gentle smile. The girl peered over her mother's shoulder, staring hungrily at the piece of food. The woman watched with a wary eye. "It... it ain't poisoned, is it?" she said in a thick accent, holding back the girl as she tried to wriggle out of her grasp. Quesnel's smile turned sad. "No ma'am, it's not." Almost immediately, the girl kicked free of her mother and snatched the jerky from Quesnel, shoving it all in her mouth. She smacked and chewed, snuggling back into her mother's arms, her hunger have been satisfied. For now. |
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Posted 2022-11-02 19:23:55
He dropped to his knees, "how did they find you? What- What happened? I thought you were going to take Bonnie and get out of here?" He looked down at the small girl with an affectionate gaze, she had been so much younger the last time he had seen her. "How long have you been here??" He asked frantically, his heart starting to race. He took a deep breath, not wanting to scare them. "I'm so sorry⦠I failed the two of you, Anya.." He spoke quietly, tears starting to fall silently down his cheeks as his body shook ever so slightly. |
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Posted 2022-11-02 19:49:21
Quesnel glanced over his shoulder as Fable began to rush around the room, digging through the (he fought down that bile again) corpses, until he found a ring of keys. He stood up as Fable hurried back over, trying every key in the lock, throwing the prison door open, and walking closer to the woman. The dark-haired lady flinched as metal clanged on stone, pulling her daughter further away from Fable as he approached until a spark of recognition in her eyes made her pause. "Fable?" she said, voice cracking. She seemed to be in shock, in disbelief. "That... that really you?" Anya scooted closer as Fable dropped to his knees, tilting her head, before taking in a sharp breath. She broke into a fit of coughing, flecks of blood flying through the air. When she regained her composure, she stared sadly at Fable. "Gods, it is you," she whispered, letting go of her daughter to cup Fable's face in her hands. They were caked in blood. She smiled sadly, before shaking her head, lip trembling. She sobbed quietly, bending her head towards Fable, wrapping her arms around his neck. "They got Elle," she said between cries, her whole body shuddering as she paused to hack to the side. Grief racked at Quesnel as he watched, stepping into the cell, but keeping his distance. "We were almost out and they found us, Fable, they took my Elle away." She gritted her teeth in anger, gasping for breath. Her voice fell to a mutter. "Damn bastards." She broke into more coughing, clutching at her chest. The little girl, Bonnie, scooted over to her mother, curling against her side. She stared up at Fable with a curious but overall blank look, as if she had nothing more to think about. Anya raised her head from Fable's shoulder, her dirty face streaked with tears, and she laughed coldly. "I dunno how long we been here," she said, voice still shaking. She pulled Bonnie closer to her, resting her chin on her daughter's head. "Nothin' more'n a moon, I reckon, maybe two." She shook her head violently, face twisting in a grief-stricken grimace. "No, no, hun, don't say that, ya had nothin' to do with it," she murmured, grabbing onto Fable's head and hugging it, running her blood-stained fingers through his hair. She began to rock back and forth, humming quietly, despite her voice cracking every so often and breaking off into coughs. The sound tore at Quesnel's heart. He stepped forward, crouching beside them, saying nothing. Anya glanced over at him, but said nothing as well, instead closing her eyes. |
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Posted 2022-11-02 20:19:54
Fable looked down at Bonnie as she moved, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Hi, love. You remember me?" He asked, though he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't, she was so young.. she didn't deserve to be going through this. No one did. He turned back to Anya. "They- They killed her. They tore Quincy apart. They attacked her when we were alone and she was protecting me. There- There were so many of them. She couldn't fight them off, and I was bleeding out.." His jaw clenched as he fought back the wave of memories threatening to overtake him. All that slipped through were the words she spoke before she died, 'Don't forget about me, Fabs.' And what he had answered, 'How could I ever forget your annoying ass? He had held her for days after she was dead, through the night, through the rain, through heatwaves, he had sat in the same spot. Until he finally had to bury her. He had put her under her favorite apple tree, burying her between the roots and hoping she would become a part of it like she had always wanted to. He started shaking more as she rocked him back and forth. She had always reminded him of his mother, a strong, independent woman. She had always put everyone else before herself, even in this moment where she was starving and cold and she was cradling him. He clutched her shirt as if she were his only lifeline in a storm at sea. "I'm gonna get you out of here. I promise." He told her, voice cracking. He didn't notice Quesnel approaching, so he couldn't hide the vulnerability on his features. |
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Posted 2022-11-03 08:39:08
The little girl, still silent, clutched at her mother's rags, peering over the cloth at Fable with large brown eyes. She didn't seem fond of talking, and it certainly didn't seem like she recognized Fable. The woman sat back, her face falling in disbelief before her face contorted in sorrow. She covered her mouth with both hands, bending forward as sobs shook her body. "Quincy, no, no," she muttered into her hands. "Oh, Fable, honey," she cried, flinging her arms around Fable again. "I can't leave, Fable, I'm not..." she broke off as she fell into another fit of coughing and hacking. She spat blood on the ground, making Quesnel flinch, before looking back at Fable with grief-stricken eyes. "I'm dying," she whispered sadly, reaching to cover Bonnie's ears before she said anything. "It won't be long now," she murmured, bowing her head to kiss Bonnie's forehead. Quesnel felt a rush of emotions; pity, grief, anger, empathy, and an overwhelming sense of protection. He was reminded painfully of his mother, saying those same words to him, laying in her bed. He shook his head, his chest swelling in anger. "No, no, we'll take you with us. We'll get you to a doctor," he said, reaching to place a large hand on her back. She flinched away from his touch, before relaxing when she realized he wasn't going to hurt her. "You and your daughter." "It's too late," Anya said, giving him a sad but grateful smile. |
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Posted 2022-11-03 21:04:01
He wanted to curl up with her and forget his father, stay with her until she passed. He couldn't let her die in this awful, dirty place. It smelled worse than it looked, and that was a feat. "I'm gonna take you out of here, you're not dying in this disgusting place. I can't let you die in this place. I'd never forgive myself for it." He spoke, "You're gonna seethe outside before you pass, I promise." He vowed, holding her hands in both of his. He refused to let her down again, this was more important than anything else in his entire, pitiful life. "Im so sorry, Anya." |
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Posted 2022-11-04 06:35:01 (edited)
Anya took a wheezing breath. "I'm so sorry that all of this happened to you, Fable," she murmured in a raspy voice. She hiccuped, choking back a sob. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you and Quincy after... after your mama died." She shifted slightly, gritting her teeth, and forcing her eyes open, but her body was so heavy. "Don't be sorry, honey," she whispered, pulling away slightly and cupping Fable's cheek in her palm, squeezing his hand weakly. "None of this is your fault." She let out a soft sigh, leaning forward and placing her head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering. Quesnel's heart jumped. He reached forward, grasping her shoulder and shaking her slightly, standing up. She picked her head up, coughing softly. "Don't fall asleep, ma'am, stay with us," he said in a firm voice, forcing down his hysteria. He needed to stay collected. Gideon spoke up for the first time in a while, and Quesnel turned at his voice. "Wait," the red-headed man said, waving the torch slightly. "We can't take them with us, right?" Quesnel's heart dropped again; he had completely forgotten about what they were even here for in the first place. He cursed under his breath, turning with wide, questioning eyes to Fable. "What do we do, Fable?" |
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Posted 2022-11-04 20:38:33
His heart seized as she put her head down, her eyes fluttering weakly. He felt fear, pure fear, seeping into his bones. The same kind of fear he'd felt when his sister lay dying in his arms. He held her closer to him, continuing to rock her back and forth. He looked up at Gideon and Ques as he did this, responding. "We can't take them up there with us, but we also can't leave them here. It smells awful and.. if something happens while we're gone.." He inhaled sharply, lowering his voice to avoid Bonnie hearing. "Anya can't die in here. She has to see the outside, even if it's the last thing she ever does." He looked down at the little girl, still clinging to her mother's clothing. Bonnie.. I'm so sorry.. |
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Posted 2022-11-07 09:19:31
"I agree," he replied, sparing a glance at Gideon. His face fell, and he whispered to Fable. "We can try and help her, but I don't think I have a remedy for her. It sounds like a respiratory issue." He sighed, blinking back tears. "I think it might be too late for her." He was about to ask Fable if he could take Anya from him when the sound of voices echoed down the corridor. Gideon and Quesnel's heads shot up, and Pinenut let out a terrified squeak, crawling onto Bonnie's lap, who scooped him up and hugged her to her chest. Her eyes were wide in fear. "Who's down there?!" the voice bellowed, and they let out a cry of alarm as their torchlight landed on Gideon standing in the hallway. Gideon cursed under his breath and drew back his arm, flinging his torch at the guards as hard as he could. It hit one of the men in the head, and he screamed in pain as the flames licked at his cheek. Gideon whirled around, gathering Bonnie up in his arms. The little girl wailed and kicked, clinging to her mother's arm. "C'mon kid, she's gonna be with us," Gideon muttered, clutching the flailing girl in her arms. A stray hand smacked him in the nose, and he cursed loudly in pain. |
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