Darkest Timeline AU Flashback Meme

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DARKEST TIMELINE AU FLASHBACK MEME
Did you work out something for your character's darkest timeline AU that you love so much it would be an absolute crime not to be able to write it out for real? WHAT LUCK! This meme is here for all your flashback-from-the-future needs. It's also the place to display sad single-character vignettes, letters that were never sent to dead friends, and anything else your dastardly little heart desires. Go forth and suffer.

The contents of this meme do not count for AC. For AC, you must participate in the real logs for the event, which will take place in Cloudreach 9:48, or else continue your normal non-event RP in the present (Guardian 9:43). However, you can count log threads in this meme toward your rewards points for the month.

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[samahl]

He nods at that. Relieving the pain is a good idea. Merrill had helped as much as she could but the healers here would be comforting at least.

"They weren't injured. I think Merrick is more shaken than he wants to admit. He... he loved her." He probably didn't love Beleth the way Beleth wanted, but there was still a devotion there.

Then, after a moment, he adds. "Merrill tore off her vallaslin. She's barefaced now."

[serannas]

Ellana feels her stomach drop for Merrick. He loves people in different ways. He'd loved her once too. "I wonder what outlet he'll take to express how he feels." It's hard to say with him. She just hopes no one gets hurt.

But Beleth doesn't have her vallaslin now? Her head whips to stare at Cyril with wide eyes. "She did? She can do that?"

[samahl]

"I don't know... He hasn't been the same since Pel..." He trails off, not wanting to ever give that loss words. He really doesn't know how infant Sina will handle seeing him with bandages. He'll deal with that once he finds Taas and the baby and lets himself be home.

"Apparently she can. It was... pretty badass." He probably shouldn't call blood magic 'badass' and yet it was pretty badass.

[serannas]

"Well, good." Because it is. Beleth doesn't deserve to wear a symbol of the Creators if she's handing over their culture to the enemy. "Did she rip the ink out? Did Beleth bleed?"

[samahl]

"I... I don't know about that point. Merrick was already pulling me away and I was pretty blinded by my own blood. Merrick filled in some of the details I missed. You might want to ask him..." He shrugs a bit. "I hope it hurts her every time she looks in the mirror."

[serannas]

"I hope she can't look in the mirror without seeing the word 'coward' written on her face." She pauses and frowns. "Though should it be written backwards so she can read it forward in the mirror or... ah, never mind. Stupid idea."

[samahl]

Cyril grins at the idea though. "Maybe we could figure out a way to sneak into her camp and write it." Although if that was even possible he'd actually try to slit her throat.

[serannas]

The same thought occurs to Ellana. She really does want to scratch Beleth's eyes out.

"No going back there. Leave her to her fate, and when the Inquisition finally dismantles the Imperium, you and I can each take an arm and take her on a little journey to the past, where we remind her of what she said to us once. And then we get our revenge."

Merrick is obviously not invited.

[samahl]

"Well have to send Merrick on an errand when we do," he points out, clearly thinking along the same lines as her. "He was pretty clear about wanting to protect her, even after her guard dog ruined my face."

It's strange to hear him talk about Merrick and sound annoyed.

[serannas]

"That can be arranged," she assures him, leading him into a healer's tent and asking for elfroot. It's a strange thing indeed to hear Cyril talk this way, but then again, Ellana never thought Beleth would be the type to value her own life over keeping elven secrets out of enemy hands and it turns out she was wrong.

"Should we go have a drink?"

[samahl]

"Yes," Cyril said. Another thing he tended to avoid doing was drink heavily in front of others, but right now he wanted to dull the pain in his face and the frustration in his chest. "Yes. Let's have several, in fact."