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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 8:09 pm
He had not said those words aloud, or even in thought. It felt strange to have them hanging here between them now, and he couldn't take them back, couldn't reverse what he'd already said. They were out there, and they were true, and he couldn't stop the stone from rolling because now it was gathering momentum and eventually would crash.
Celsus saw the words hit, saw the impact they had on Bifrost's face. The idea of causing anyone pain was almost unbearable; he could feel the weight of it, the terrible consequence of everything he had tried to avoid coming to light, and the words etched around his neck glowed faintly, golden to the light of his transcendence markings.
He would not do her the disservice of trying to sugarcoat. She did not deserve his pity, she deserved his friendship and his loyalty, and regardless of what happened, Celsus would always give it to her. It didn't mean that it didn't hurt. It didn't mean that he could somehow make this easier for her.
He had known, perhaps, but he could not change this now.
"I'm sorry," said Celsus quietly, barely above a breath. He could feel the tightness in his own chest. "And you will always get to see me, you will always have my friendship and my support, that is a promise."
He wished for Aurelius, but his ancestor was far, far gone.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 4:40 pm
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Celsus," she said, a small smile curling her mouth. "I was... foolish. That is on me." Bifrost swallowed again. The bands of thin chain over her knuckles creaked loudly as she clenched her fists behind her back. She dug her nails into her palms, forcing nail and chain into her skin. The pain distracted her from the hollowness, gave her clarity.
Yet not even that sudden pain could give her relief from the malestrom churning in her chest.
Bifrost glanced away, then back, as if she'd remembered something important. "Ah, I just remembered, my grams wanted me home early tonight. Sorry to cut this short, have a good rest of your evening, I'll be in touch, mm?" The knight slowly backed up into her alcove with a forced smile.
Then she muttered her oath under her breath and was gone, the thermos forgotten on the rooftop.
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