Guilt

The Embrace (Aftermath: Part 1)

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Story

Daphne had never before been so relieved to see the Forsaken Inn. Its dismal walls were now a landmark which told her they'd made it out. She looked behind her shoulder as she released Furley's arm; whether to make sure they weren't being followed or that she wasn't carrying a detached arm, she wasn't entirely sure.

Guilty note to Brynleigh

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Story

Ash keeps the hood of her cloak covering her face and hair as much as possible as she approaches one of the Watchers just outside of Hookworth. She masks her voice as best she can, handing one a note. "Please sir, if you would deliver this note to Miss Brynleigh for me? You do know which house is hers, yes?" The Watcher assures her that he will deliver the note and she hands it to him reluctantly.

We Have Seen The Gardens Vanish

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Story

 

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Dimmed lights of the inn, flickering.
Many voices speaking, silently.
Anxiety, doubtfulness within the air, dulling the mind like an invisible mist.
Some are on duty. They make ready, prepare for the next day.
Some are just resting, recovering from perilous endeavours within a dangerous forest.

 

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Three: The Guilty

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Poetry

“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.

It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.

Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.

My innermost thoughts, VIII. - Screaming in my head.

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Diary

The screaming in my head, it won't stop. I needed to get out of there, I am going mad. What am I doing... I must stop myself for her sake, I must. I must. 

Why do I even write here, They're reading my thoughts. They're reading my very thoughts.

I whet my appetite for blood, Washed my hands ritually before I went to see my love. She cannot suffer the weight of all that I am. I see it in her eyes. Her little face contorted with fear, the fear of being hurt. Of losing me. I cannot suffer the weight of it. 

The Silence of the Fëanturi

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Story

He throws the chisel against the wall.

Yet Another Loss

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Diary

So this is how it goes. It's only three of us left now, just me, Ane, and Patunia. No more friends for me. We're all that's left.

It's me, isn't it? All this time, it's been me. People get close to me or spend too much time around me and then they die. Deordal took her own life, Dworvmur's missing, and now Feridae's gone.

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