the role play : the 8 roses
just an idea.
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Mariella waved slowly to Markle as the intern and the boss split ways. She started down the sidewalk, feeling a raindrop hit her shoulder, and then her forehead, and then her head. In a few moments, it began to rain. Mariella frowned at the sky. The day she had to walk home from work late? Of course. Markle was lucky: she had a car.
Her home wasn't even in sight yet, and she wasn't going to start running now. It would be a pointless effort and only leave her breathless and panting. She hated sucking in cold hair so quickly, it made her lungs freeze as well as her throat tingle. She didn't want to have to deal with that, so walking was perfectly fine.
She heard someone. She glanced up and saw another walking in the rain. She squinted, shading her eyes to see who it could be.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Randon!" she called out, eyes lighting up for once as he turned around.
Mariella jogged over to him. They were next to a field that separated the town from the neighborhoods. "Walking home in the rain as well?"
"...why," Randon said slowly. Mariella searched his eyes. What was this...cold? Stony? Emotionless? Why was he looking at her like that?
"W-why what?" she asked timidly.
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Lie to you? What? Randon, I don't know--"
"You used me. You bent my memories, so it seemed like I was in love with you at some point. What were you trying to achieve?"
"Randon, I can assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about. I have no power to alter anyone's memories."
"Oh yeah? And how do I know that you're not lying to me now?"
"Randon, please. Why are you saying these things? I don't think--"
Randon let out a yell of anger as he lashed his hand out, his sword appearing in a flash of white light. Mariella yelped and took a step back. "You liar!" he yelled. He ran at her and swung his sword. She moved away, receiving a slice on her shoulder, and her blood began to mingle with the raindrops dripping down her arm.
"Randon!" Mariella cried.
"Don't! I don't even know who you are anymore! Liar!" He rushed at her again, taking another swing.
The wind blew him back. Mariella was holding her hand up timidly, shaking. What was wrong with Randon? Why was he yelling all of these profanities at her? Didn't he realize she loved him? That he'd loved her? Why did he...
"This ends now," Randon snarled. "Fight me! Or die!"
"Randon, please!" Mariella shrieked.
"No!" He ran at her once again, ready to stab, but his blade clashed with hers. The blindingly white-silver blade almost glowing against Randon's.
"Randon, what's wrong?" she asked softly. "You're confusing me. I don't...I don't understand."
"Quiet!" He yelled, shoving her to the ground and jumping off. Mariella sat up, staring at him. "Die!"
Randon's blows were sharp, agile, and almost on target. Mariella rolled to one side to avoid a stab.
Randon...
He sliced her side.
...what are you doing?
He cut into her leg.
I thought you loved me?
He yelled.
Do you hate me?
Mariella lay there in the grass, a hand on her sword's blade. Her clothes were torn, and blood soaked the threads, mingling with the mud and blood.
"Have you had enough?" Randon yelled.
Mariella refused to answer. Tears were streaming down her cheeks at an endless rate.
"Have you had enough?!" he shrieked. He charged at her.
Mariella squeezed her eyes shut.
As Randon stabbed down for the final kill, Mariella disappeared in a cloud of white rose petals. She reappeared in her bedroom, staining her white floor with blood and mud. She staggered into her bathroom and began to wrap up her wounds. She'd had worse, but...
In her pajamas, Mariella collapsed onto her bed, body throbbing in sync with her head as she sobbed into her pillows.
I thought you loved me!
just an idea.
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Mariella waved slowly to Markle as the intern and the boss split ways. She started down the sidewalk, feeling a raindrop hit her shoulder, and then her forehead, and then her head. In a few moments, it began to rain. Mariella frowned at the sky. The day she had to walk home from work late? Of course. Markle was lucky: she had a car.
Her home wasn't even in sight yet, and she wasn't going to start running now. It would be a pointless effort and only leave her breathless and panting. She hated sucking in cold hair so quickly, it made her lungs freeze as well as her throat tingle. She didn't want to have to deal with that, so walking was perfectly fine.
She heard someone. She glanced up and saw another walking in the rain. She squinted, shading her eyes to see who it could be.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Randon!" she called out, eyes lighting up for once as he turned around.
Mariella jogged over to him. They were next to a field that separated the town from the neighborhoods. "Walking home in the rain as well?"
"...why," Randon said slowly. Mariella searched his eyes. What was this...cold? Stony? Emotionless? Why was he looking at her like that?
"W-why what?" she asked timidly.
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Lie to you? What? Randon, I don't know--"
"You used me. You bent my memories, so it seemed like I was in love with you at some point. What were you trying to achieve?"
"Randon, I can assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about. I have no power to alter anyone's memories."
"Oh yeah? And how do I know that you're not lying to me now?"
"Randon, please. Why are you saying these things? I don't think--"
Randon let out a yell of anger as he lashed his hand out, his sword appearing in a flash of white light. Mariella yelped and took a step back. "You liar!" he yelled. He ran at her and swung his sword. She moved away, receiving a slice on her shoulder, and her blood began to mingle with the raindrops dripping down her arm.
"Randon!" Mariella cried.
"Don't! I don't even know who you are anymore! Liar!" He rushed at her again, taking another swing.
The wind blew him back. Mariella was holding her hand up timidly, shaking. What was wrong with Randon? Why was he yelling all of these profanities at her? Didn't he realize she loved him? That he'd loved her? Why did he...
"This ends now," Randon snarled. "Fight me! Or die!"
"Randon, please!" Mariella shrieked.
"No!" He ran at her once again, ready to stab, but his blade clashed with hers. The blindingly white-silver blade almost glowing against Randon's.
"Randon, what's wrong?" she asked softly. "You're confusing me. I don't...I don't understand."
"Quiet!" He yelled, shoving her to the ground and jumping off. Mariella sat up, staring at him. "Die!"
Randon's blows were sharp, agile, and almost on target. Mariella rolled to one side to avoid a stab.
Randon...
He sliced her side.
...what are you doing?
He cut into her leg.
I thought you loved me?
He yelled.
Do you hate me?
Mariella lay there in the grass, a hand on her sword's blade. Her clothes were torn, and blood soaked the threads, mingling with the mud and blood.
"Have you had enough?" Randon yelled.
Mariella refused to answer. Tears were streaming down her cheeks at an endless rate.
"Have you had enough?!" he shrieked. He charged at her.
Mariella squeezed her eyes shut.
As Randon stabbed down for the final kill, Mariella disappeared in a cloud of white rose petals. She reappeared in her bedroom, staining her white floor with blood and mud. She staggered into her bathroom and began to wrap up her wounds. She'd had worse, but...
In her pajamas, Mariella collapsed onto her bed, body throbbing in sync with her head as she sobbed into her pillows.
I thought you loved me!
