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End of an Age

Log date: 12/3/17

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Why I returned here. I do not know. Something drew me though, to come one last time...

Siovant Gascogne: "I trust that I am not interrupting."

Adelise De'bayle stood, standing and staring at the rather mundane stone before her. What skin was visible to anyone near, was red and patchy, gleamed as though a layer had been burned off. She looked paler than usual, exhausted and sickly. Yet still, she stood staring mindlessly at this rock. Head perking ever so slightly, the young woman turned her gaze, "Siovant."

Siovant Gascogne did not meet her eyes with his own just yet, those golden hues downcast as they were. Clutched in his right hand was a delicate trio of some kind of lavender. An offering, it appeared. "I can't say that I expected to find you here, Hestia." He states, moving to the face of the stone. He'd lay the delicate sprigs out onto the grass, and offered the symbol upon its surface a sort of meaningful look. "Considering my... aversion to the Gods, I typically make this offering alone."

Adelise De'bayle: "Such aversion is why I cannot say I am not surprised to see you here," noting his lack of eye contact, she too lowered her gaze back onto the marking of Althyk. "What brings you here, if I may prod," she asks aloud.

Siovant Gascogne: "I've made this offering a few times. It's... paradoxical, I suppose. I knew not how to offer my thanks to Althyk, while at the same time threatening to unseat him from his Godly throne." His shoulders rise and fall with a shuddering sort of sigh. "This will be the last time, though." His form rises again, to his full height. The angles of his face seemed harder, deeper. The circles under his eyes seemed darker. He looked tired.

Adelise De'bayle: "The last time," she repeats out. Nodding, she took a step forward, reaching her fingers to touch the marking. "It will be my last time as well," she dipped her head downward. "Why do you do it?" she eventually turns her sickly gaze toward him.

Siovant Gascogne: "I had considered myself lucky beyond my own reckoning. That I might have been afforded all the luxuries in life solely due to my own talents. But deep in my heart, I knew that there had to be some... help. From somewhere. I can't know if it was Althyk, or some other God. But I always ask him to pass on my gift, if such was the case. I cannot continue to beg favor any longer, though." His eyes turned upon her. Sharp. "There were... things that I wanted to say to you. I'm glad that I was given the chance to see you again."

Adelise De'bayle turns to him fully, now, her form lax. There was no pride in her posture, no gleam in her crimson irises. "I am... as well," she admitted. "I am all ears."

Siovant Gascogne lifted a mailed hand, raking his fingers through his hair. "I wanted to... apologize. For hitting Killian." Those same fingers slipped down, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It was cruel, even for my standards." He notes, "I hope that he is faring better now." Something slipped behind his eyes, a sliver of longing and grief. A delicate catch managed to work it's way into his voice. "I wanted you to know that... despite what's happened, and the way things are going to go, I will always love you. You will always be the one woman in my heart, and I will never forget the moments that we shared. In my heart I... I almost knew that what we had was too good to be true, so I had to go and ruin it. So, I cannot begrudge you your choice."

Adelise De'bayle eventually exposed a sliver of pain, her face scrunching as his words poured out. "I... I will always love you too, Siovant. Remember. Always," she takes a deep breath, allowing for her visage to neutralize once again. "Killian suffers now from things far greater than your hit, so worry not. He never held it against you anyhow," she shifted, "I wanted to be with you forever, but. Perhaps you were right, perhaps it was too good to be true," she steps toward him, "but even so. Even then..."

Adelise De'bayle steps toward the man, raising her hands up to gently cup his cheeks, "a life without you Siovant, would still be one grey to me. Even if... we are to no longer be lovers. I hope on this path, that we can see eachother again. As there is no one, who will ever be you," her eyes flicker toward the stone.

Siovant Gascogne held his arms out towards her. Towards the woman that he loved, aching to feel her in his arms just one more time. As she pressed towards him, she'd be treated to the feeling of his arms folding around her back. Even through his armor, he was warm. "Our paths will carry us in very different directions from here, Hestia. We could very well be enemies upon our next meeting." He squeezed her, "I think that would be worth it, though, if I was able to keep on seeing you."

Adelise De'bayle hugged the man tightly to her, her face scrunched painfully as her breathing began to struggle. "Forgive me..." she chokes out, "please... just promise that, if even for the chance to see eachother once more. Please Siovant, please live. It is all I ever wanted for you..."

Siovant Gascogne buried his nose into her hair, comforting her there with his attention. He inhaled her scent, deeply. Remembering the first time that he held her like this. "When I left at first, I wanted so badly to return as a terror. To break everything that you had worked so hard to create. I wanted to be the Winter to your Summer." His voice choked, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I wanted you to hate me, I wanted you to kill me." He shudders, "But, when I came here, and I saw you. All of… those thoughts vanished. I still want to be your Althyk but... just from a distance. I am not a good person, and I never will be. I can't stand for all that is light, and pure, while I am rotten to my core."

Adelise De'bayle pulled back some to look up to him, eyes gleaming and puffed. "You will always be my Althyk, Siovant. Until the end," she raised a hand once more touch his cheek, "and know, no matter how rotten you thought yourself to be. You were my light at the start of my days. And those memories, are all that will remain," stepping up some, Adelise pressed up on her toes to press a chaste kiss over his scarred lips. "Let those never be tainted. Wherever our paths may take us."

Siovant Gascogne returned that soft kiss, his scarred lips just barely pressing against her own. He lingered there, for some long moments, before at last he pulled away. "I..." He glanced away, that somehow it might hide the trails of grief that marred his face. "I'm a fool. A violent brute. An ingrate. But..." He sniffs, lips pulling unconvincingly back over his teeth. "You were the most precious thing in my life. I fear that my days will be empty without you from here on out." There was no halting those waterworks now, despite his best efforts to seem his crooked self. With the loss of that mask, there was nothing to hide behind. Laid bare as he was before her. "Gods, Hestia." He pulled away, putting a hand out towards her in a warding fashion. He was embarrassed now.

Adelise De'bayle retracted her hands as she watched the Elezen break down, her face tensing sorrowfully. "It hurts now. It will hurt for a long time Siovant. I know though, this is not the end. And know that, I am never too far away to see. I... know you will find something, to fill your suns with. Even if that something cannot be me," she swallows, trying to be strong for the man. "You were my Althyk for a reason. And I never lost that faith. I never will. I saw potential within you Siovant. And it will always be there," she lowers her hands. "For now, being together will only cause us grief..." she takes a few steady breathes. "We need time to adjust. Though," she reaches into her pouch, it jingling as she tugs out a light pink pearl to offer his way, "in... case you lost the one from before. So a part of me, is always with you."

Siovant Gascogne managed, after some conflict, to regain control of his emotions. To see the normally-unflappable Wildwood so completely broken down was a rare sight, but he seemed to have gotten it under control yet again. "You are right, of course." He breathes, straightening slightly. "You will see, I will change." He swears, "It is too late for me to become a good person, but... I can change a little at least." He'd reach out, to take the pearl. "Can I still talk to you, when I like? When it isn't too pressing? Can I still think of you, when I'm alone and I swear I can smell your hair?"

Adelise De'bayle smiles to him, "you can... I will be there to listen to you, if you need someone in the dark, Siovant. And I will think of you too, even when you are not here with me. I always did," she smiled weakly. "these... words of encouragement, are not my own. They tell me it will get easier, and I want to believe it will. I want to believe for you as well. Know if you find yourself alone in the dark, with nothing. Fear, shame. I am there with you always, to tell you there is still a way."

Siovant Gascogne straightens out, as though her words had filled him with resolve. A hand lifts to wipe away his tears, "You need to promise me that... should our paths lead us together as enemies, you will not falter. But know that, even if I will walk a dark path, simply look to the shadow for me and you will always see my eyes." He backed up slightly, "Good-bye for now, Hestia De'bayle. I hope to see you again soon."

Adelise De'bayle straightens, inhaling deeply as her typical stoned visage returned over her tired expression. "You as well, Siovant Gascogne. I look forward to then." Her brows fall for just a moment's time, "tell Tartare I love him."

Siovant Gascogne parts his lips in a decadent laugh, treating her to probably one of the first pure indications of amusement he'd felt since he Let down the Mask. Tugging at the edges of his eyes, a warmth gleaming behind that soft gold. "I promise." And then he was gone.

This pain is... indescribable. Though I know in time, it will recover. I know, with how things were going, with things would change.

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