death of the beloved

[cutenonny]

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

[doesnotlikeouchies]

Can't help it... It's keeping me here, okay? [He's obviously referring to the lance pinning him to what remains of the wooden wall. That Risen Chief was damn strong and fighting him was fun, even if it ended up, well, the way it did.

Everything hurts and bleeds, the sign that he's actually dying and this ain't just a flesh wound like the ones he got in the past. Even when he's neither regretful nor scared, it still sucks so much.]

My body's all broken and crumpled, in more than twelve places! [ Henry can barely see Sumia's face through his more closed than open eyes. Her words are coming from so far, far away.] Gotta go now, sorry...

[flowersandfortunes]

...I'll stay with you until it's over, then. [she smiles, even as the tears keep falling] I promised I'd never let you be alone again...and that means you won't die alone.

[She leans down, gently pressing her lips to his bloodied ones for a moment]

Say hi to Chrom and Ricken for me, okay?

[doesnotlikeouchies]

Mmmm, I will...

[Again, she feels warm and gentle against his body, specially when she kisses these bloody lips of his without any hesitation. So she's doing everything to stay with him even when he's definitelly about to kick it and her heart's all torn?

She must really, really love him. And again, despite how he's mostly calm and almost cheerful as he dies, Henry can't help feeling bad for leaving her and Cynthia alone like this. Not when he could have done more to protect them.]

Argh, this is the end for me... [Is he talking to her or to himself? Man, he wish he knew. He's not too sure it matters anymore, though.]

So dark... So quiet...

[The last moment is here. And Henry can still vaguely sense her presence next to him, even as his senses shut down and everything becomes pitch dark rather than blood red. ]

So beautiful...

[And after these last words, well, his body goes limp against the wall and in his wife's arms. It was a good battle, one that he fought with next to none regrets, and he trusted Sumia and Cynthia and everyone else would keep on going.]

[flowersandfortunes]

[After a moment, she lets go of him. Just as she's about to remove the lance, though, she hears footsteps. More Risen! She's torn, she can't leave his body here to be further mutilated but she's in no shape to fight another round; her weapons are broken and she's exhausted. She'd never survive.

So she carefully arranges his cloak to protect him, then reluctantly mounts Flori and flies away. I'm sorry, Henry. But you would have wanted this, right? I won't throw away the life you gave yours to save.

She casts one last look over her shoulder, wipes away her tears and flies back to the fortress before she's spotted. Hopefully the Risen will leave quickly once they realize no one's there to kill, and then she can go back for his body.

Henry... She glances down at her finger, at the ring he'd bought for her while he was in her body. His hexes had started it all; fixing the bowls she'd dropped, switching their bodies so he could ride her pegasus...and, as it turned out, buy her that very ring. Blocking the sounds coming from their room when they got amorous, numbing the pain while she was giving birth to Cynthia. Fighting beside her in battle, backing her up while she stabbed the enemy.

Giving his life to protect her.

She swallows, fighting back fresh tears. No more crying. She's cried enough for him for one lifetime, and he never liked when she did. So she'll do her best not to anymore.

Hours later, she leads Libra, Maribelle and Lissa to where his body still sits. His bad hand lies a good distance away from him, just outside the cloak...she can't tell whether the Risen managed to cut it off before the others got there, or the nerve tissue rotted away. But nonetheless, it'll be buried with him.

And when they bury him, she holds Cynthia close as the little girl wails on her shoulder. I'll tell her everything about you so she'll never forget.]