death of the beloved

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the death of the beloved meme

All the moments you've spent with the person you love - or at least feel complicatedly towards-, all the smiles and the touches or the arguments and the glares...they all fade to ash, now. You'll have to commit them to memory, though, because those events will never occur again. That person you care for most is dying, dying right in front of you - perhaps even dying in your arms. It could be sudden and violent; on the other hand, it could be something you both knew was coming after a long bout with an illness.

Their fate is sealed. What's left is how you respond. Will you fall apart? Promise revenge? No one would look down on you if you mourn the fact that you were never able to tell them how you really.

RULES

- Comment with your character and your preferences. Mention if you'd prefer playing the dying, the bereaved, or either.
- Comment to others

HOW

1. Killed because of revenge or because they were close to you.
2. Slain in battle.
3. An injury getting much worse.
4. Later stages of illness.
5. Accidental.
6. Death by their own hands.
7. Death by your hands.
8. Killed while they were trying to save you.
9. Repeat. This has happened to you before.
10. Wildcard / Other.

RESPONSE

1. You hold them in your arms.
2. You lose your composure, begging them not to go.
3. You swear revenge.
4. You go berserk. Everyone in your way should watch out.
5. They'd changed you, so you have to swear to honor their request of no more bloodshed.
6. You try to heal them.
7. They comfort you.
8. You have to confess how you feel before it's too late.
9. You promise you'll see them again.
10. You kiss them one last time.
11. You comfort them as they pass.
12. Blame yourself. Everyone around you dies.
13. Wildcard / Other.

Comments

[bluetruth]

Stop hurting yourself, dammit! [ His voice is cracked and wheezing, his hands reach up to clasp at Ichigo's face however he can. He wants to see it-- it's all he wants to see before he goes, with his eyes budding up with tears, while he has such a big, broad smile on his face. He's forcing it with all the willpower he has... ]

I'm so... proud of you. I love you so much, and you've grown into such a cool... charming, likeable guy-- then again, you always... were... the more you came out of your shell around me, the more I--...

Loved to witness the kind of person you are. Please don't let this... change you. Change the person I care so much about...

[ He tries to kiss him, weakly. He may not succeed, he doesn't care. ]

[bladeisme]

[There's so much he wants to say, but it's like it's stuck. Feeling those hands (rapidly going cold) on his face, that last, feeble kiss...]

You...

[He can't hold back the tears, and it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest as reaches out his own hands to cradle Battler's head, a sob catching in his throat.]

You can't...

[Not again. He can't see someone so important to him die, right in front of him again...and to protect him. Someone who brightened his life and became the center of his world, who he was happy to be in his orbit.

He can't hug Battler like this, but he tries the best he can, lowering his forehead to the other man's, voice coming out in a pained whisper.]

Please...don't go...

[bluetruth]

You're a prince to me, the love of my life... right until the very end.

You've made me so happy... I'm so grateful to have you... I love you.

[ His breath stops short after those red words reverberate in the air and his arms slack from the grip framing his face. His mind disappears into white lights and all life leaves his hanging body. The witches cackle-- they've truly never seen a more glorious, entertaining display from Battler Ushiromiya and his little friend.

Were he conscious, he would have wished for Ichigo to run. To flee before they make a toy from him, but his last words had only been of love. ]

1/2 IT HURTS SO GOOD

[bladeisme]

[For a few seconds, it's almost as if he can't comprehend what happened. As those hands fall away, those blue eyes he knows so well go faded and dull.

He's not breathing.

Unbidden, his mind flashes back to a rainy night, so many years ago-]

...No...

[That final red truth-even if he didn't know it as such-bounced around his head, the cadence of it bringing back other memories of Battler. Everyday, ordinary memories, of a smile or a teasing comment or laughing together, those days bright like the sun-

And he'll never experience any of that again. He'll never wake up to Battler hogging all the blankets on the bed, or even talk to him about inconsequential things. And never, never will he be able to hold him in his arms again, or even say those words that Battler last said back to the red-haired man...

But before he can truly give into his utter despair, the hideous cackling of the witches reaches his ears and it's like all of his grief switches to a fiery, burning rage. They did this. They made this happen, all for what? To entertain themselves?]

...ll you.

[He turns away from Battler's body after quietly closing his eyes, screaming up into the heavens-]

I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!

[And the witches' only reply was to cackle louder.]

[bladeisme]

[But he couldn't win. The deck had always been stacked in their favor, and it wasn't long before Ichigo found himself dying, thrown on the same spear that Battler was on in a fit of sick irony. Ichigo had cursed his helplessness, even as his vision began to darken and blood spilled from from him onto the lifeless body of Battler beneath him. Even when it hurt, he forced himself down the spear until he was finally, finally close enough to be chest to chest with the man he loved...well, if their chests hadn't been connected by the red of the spear. With his last strength, Ichigo wrapped his arms around his dead boyfriend, pressing one last kiss to against those cold lips.

"...Sorry...Battler..." he whispered, before taking his own last breath, arms locked into holding him even as he died.

And so this tragic play came to an end...

Right up until Ichigo suddenly shot up out of bed with a scream, looking around in a cold sweat, panting.

The apartment? This was...the apartment? Then...Had it all been a dream?]

[bluetruth]

[ Whatever Ichigo had experienced, it must have been-- the redhead himself is snoring peacefully next to him, a very audible confirmation of life. He had stolen his blankets, like usual, and he'd looked like he'd rustled around a bit in his dreams, but otherwise now was perfectly, noisily peaceful.

He doesn't make any moves to wake until Ichigo tries to rouse him, though. ]

[bladeisme]

[...Apparently even when he screamed, Battler wouldn't wake up. Normally, he'd be miffed at it, but seeing the man next to him, breathing and balled up in the covers like normal...

He doesn't even try to stop himself from grabbing Battler's shoulders and drawing him into a tight hug, past caring if his boyfriend yelled at him for it. ]

....You...idiot! Never do that again!

[And, of course, there's a waver of held back tears in his voice-even if it had been a dream, it had felt all too real.]

[bluetruth]

[ He's jolted suddenly into wakefulness by Ichigo's distressing noises and tight hold, rocked into wakefulness with worry and utmost concern. He pets his boyfriend's back carefully, wondering what drew it on so suddenly. ]

Do-- do what? Ichigo, we're at home, we're okay, what happened?

[ He strokes the back of his head gently, wondering what could make Ichigo this upset in the middle of the night. ]

[bladeisme]

[If Battler expects an answer, he's not getting one just yet. The wave of mingled grief at the events that happened in his dream (was it one?) and relief that the man he loves isn't dead hits him hard, and he actually starts crying.

Which, as anyone who knows Ichigo can tell you...he doesn't cry. Ever.

Shoulders shaking, he tries to calm down enough to actually get out something to explain why he's like this-but all he can manage is two words-]

...You died.

[Just saying the words sends a chill through him, and that's with Battler being there and holding him.]

[bluetruth]

[ He rubs Ichigo's back and lets him cry-- he doesn't emote as much as Battler does most of the time, so he feels like he deserves this, even if it was just a dream, he deserves to openly cry. He starts kissing his cheek as well, while listening to those two words. ]

It was only a dream, I'm right here... everything's okay... everything's all right.

[ He hugs him back-- tightly-- as if the verification is needed. ]

[bladeisme]

[It helps, even as he's crying like his heart is breaking-which it did. He cries for a long time, trying to talk, to tell him why this effected him so much, but it's neigh incomprehensible through the gasps and sobs.

After a while, he finally starts to calm down, hiccuping slightly and wiping his eyes with his arm.]

...Sorry.

[He's kind of soaked Battler with his tears, and now Ichigo is feeling sort of self-conscious about it all. Who cries over a dream?]