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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(closed) early 9:48 — inessa

[ichaer]

It has been years since they last saw one another so close. There have been times in the heat of battle when she has glimpsed the woman she once called her best friend out in the field. In these years, she has not tried to contact her and instead Ciri has kept her distance mostly out of fear. If it was found out that she was a traitor and her contacts were discovered then Inessa could be safe...

That's what Ciri tells herself anyway.

The entire idea is much harder to stomach as she walks down the corridor of cells occupied by the multitude of prisoners that their forces have captured. Her arm drags slowly, the red lyrium sword that has grown over what remained of her left arm almost becoming too much to bear. It hobbles her steps as the lyrium creates a warm, bloody glow in the ill lit space. She only stops when she reaches the cell she knows her fellow Warden occupies, wishing to full her cloak tighter around her and her hood further over her head, she instead drops to sit on the floor.

There is a lot that could be said but she sits in silence instead, ignoring the hum in the back of her head and staring at the cracked floor under her.

[circleprodigy]

The years have not been kind to either one of them, to put it mildly. Ciri's absence took its toll on Inessa, but she might have weathered it better with support at her sice. Garahel, however, has been long gone, lost in a battle which claimed the corrupted shell that was once Kain. Ever since then, she had been rarely seen outside Inquisition territory, lost to an ultimately futile obsession.

She couldn't save Christine or anyone, not even herself. Her once grey-green now blood red eyes are evidence enough of her own corruption, her pale skin now sporting a sickly pallor. Her clothing covers much, but if one knows to look, her collar doesn't quite conceal the red veins on her neck. The red haze she emits, though, is less than subtle.

Having lost any hope by now, Inessa often stares off, lost in the song that won't leave her mind. When Ciri joins her, she tentatively emerges from that mental fog, glancing down to the red lyrium sword. That she couldn't save Christine or herself is bad enough, but knowing that Ciri has been suffering...well, if she was more herself, she would be beyond distraught. As it is, there's little but a dull ache on her chest. She can't tell if that's despair, or red lyrium.

"...the song, it's...it's always here. If I stabbed out my ears, do you think that would give me any peace?"