in the mood for angst! how would the LIs in atoc react to the crown sacrificing themselves for them (during or after ur choice!) ty! group crying session after this lol
hehehe, I've been writing a lot of fluff lately and semi angst so now it's high time I destroy people a little on the inside
also since its a sunday and i have a lot of extra time to write I'm posting this as a nice bonus on top of the 1 daily post
Azad/Ashti
Perhaps they weren't too unlike their father after all.
Both lead their country to ruin, to chaos, in one way or another.
The only problem was that the Royal Protector didn't lose their mind. Their body wasn't frail. Paranoia had not taken them the way it did their parent.
They were healthy, as healthy as one could be. Still young, strong. Capable and with agency.
Yet they were still alive. A Royal Protector now without their Crown.
A failure.
It still was fresh in their mind, a sharp ache filling up their head whenever they let their mind drift to you. The guilt robbed their lungs of air.
They think of the trust you had given them, they trust the two of you shared.
You knew full well that this was their purpose- their duty to lay their life down for your safety.
So why did you do it? Why go so far for them?
It hurts to not be able to hold you in your final moments, to be able to ask- demand to know why you were so damn selfless. Why you cared for them so. Why your eyes looked so resigned, so at peace the moment you shoved your entire body against theirs- your eyes meeting for the last time.
Your head rolling across the stones ended all hope for answers.
Leaving behind a country in chaos, a failure in desperate need of answers they'll never get.
Dara/Delal
Somehow, despite all odds, despite everything they did in their power to get stronger, to grow- they did it again.
They've killed another Crown.
It had to be a cruel trick played on them by the very Spirits themselves. Had to be. There was no way that they were deserving of such sacrifice.
No way a single, insignificant soldier was worth not one, but two Crowns.
Void take them, there was no way their life could ever be worth yours alone.
Not when they knew you, knew your character, knew your potential.
The armor they wore that day still sits in their office, the golden scales stained with a crimson that they may never wash off.
Their own hands are still stained with blood every time they dare look down at them, stained with your blood- no matter how many times they try to wash it off. Try to put it in the back of their mind.
They can't even stop to think of the consequences this will have on their family, they can barely think as is.
The only thing they can do is harden themselves and let the earth itself swallow their misery, their heart.
And their chances of redemption along with it.
Rozerîn/Rêzan
Not a soul blamed them for the Crown's passing.
A part of the sorcerer wished they would.
It's only right that they do.
Though they knew the blame would come later, when the nights of mourning- crying, ended.
It would come when the sorcerer could eat and drink once more when they could get back to brushing their long hair- leaving the darkness of their chambers.
And for once, they'd welcome it.
They'd happily take the looks from the nobles, the snide- even accusatory comments.
It wasn't like they were incorrect in their sentiment. The sorcerer did turn out to be unfit for their position. Unworthy of the faith placed in them by those around the magus.
They'd deserve no less for failing their mentor, for failing their Crown.
For failing you.
Void take them, they'd deserve more criticism if anything.
All their insecurities were brought to life that day, the same day life left yours. They still remember it now, remember the tears in your eyes as you cupped the side of their face, your weak voice telling them that it wasn't their fault. The way you clutched at their silk dress, your blood pooling on the ground.
No amount of healing magic could have healed the deep stabs you had sustained.
Spirits, to think that in your final moments, you'd be thinking of them. It ate away at the sorcerer's heart.
To think that they'd have no choice but to move on from your death - their task now set to finding the next Crown once more. To see the hard work the two of you put into Arsur washed away by time itself.
It was a weight the sorcerer wasn't sure they were worthy of taking, a burden they doubted- no, knew, they could not carry.
Not after watching their very hope fade from your eyes.
Xelara/Xelef
They had their doubts about you when they first stumbled across the long-lost Crown of Arsur.
Their own past with Crowns was a bloody one- one that had them contemplating whether or not they'd even help you in the first place when they first got a glance at your golden eyes.
They still remember holding you in your final moments, seeing the beautiful shades of the sun fade away.
Taking you with them.
Early on, they'd wonder what they might do- should do, if you turned out like Crown Piruz, whether they'd regret not being the one to run a blade through you- kill you where you stood in that clearing.
They certainly never expected to ever actually do it.
Not like this anyway.
Granted, they didn't actually kill you with their own two hands. In fact, most of the songs and tales being spun around Arsur have been about the affection they held for you.
A love that brought about their end.
All because of an arrow you had stolen from them- taking it through the heart instead of the mercenary.
No. They couldn't lie to themselves, not this time.
They knew better. Anyone would sense would.
It wasn't the arrow that killed you.
It was them.
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