TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
That was the number of names in the walls of the Memorial Park which end in Vas. The surname of a bloodline which has sacrificed its members in the line of duty in the defense of their homeland. Was it truly out of duty? Or was it honor? Or just sheer stubbornness in keeping traditions alive? Whatever the reason it may had started, the price that had to be paid was crystal clear. Blood. And in blood, it was paid.
And was given in return?
Having their names carved in one of the damn granite walls. Maybe their names would be remembered, but the person behind said name wouldn't. Who they were, what made them be what they were. Their successes, their failures. Everything that made those names have some depth to them would be lost to the tides of time as soon as the last person to remember them perished too.
Ryan was that person. It was very early in the morning when the silent and tall figure of Ryan entered the deserted Memorial Park. Dressed in nothing more than his shirt and some pants, he fought the cold by Aura and guts alone as he slowly walked towards the wall where his family heritage was carved on. Once in front of it, he kneeled into a seiza position on the front of the wall, his eyes focused on the names, while carefully placing a small wooden box in front of him.
And as he looked at the names, he couldn't help but feel contempt. What sort of payment for giving one's life was this? Having your name carved in a wall? Names were just that, names. They didn't show the full scope of the person behind it, who they were, why they were the way they were.
Placing his hands on his hips, Ryan bowed down until his forehead touched the ground. And what about those who had given their lives before Hunstmen were even a thing? What about those soldiers who had given their lives against Grimm or against fellow humans beings once the fires of war had started? Why their names had to be swept into the dustbin of history once fire turned into ashes? Didn't they also died defending Mistral?
Whatever the response for that may be, right now was not the time to dwell in its search. Straightening, he took out a piece of paper from his pants' pockets and leaned it against the wall. Its contents, you ask? A letter, a contingency, written who knows how many years ago supposed to be sent the day his father joined the ranks of Vas in hell.
That had happened a week ago. And now, Ryan was truly alone in this world. He had no home to go back to. No matter how much he had tried during his life, he never had been able to bring himself to hate his father. No matter how much his father had disdained him, no matter what harsh or downright cruel words he had said to him. He had still taught him how to stay alive in this world. How to protect those who couldn't do it themselves. he hadn't loved the man, of course, but he still held respect from him.
But he now was gone, and he was alone. The heritage of the Vas now rested on his shoulders, the memories of those in training in hell where solely on his mind. Yet, did he bear the right to remember them? He was nowhere like the men and women who had already given their lives. No matter how much he hated the burden that had been thrown at him since his brith, the truth was that he had a duty not only to Mistral, but also to the memory of the bloodline which had been built upon sacrifices.
The burden was too much for a single person.
Slowly reaching forwards to the wooden box, he opened it and looked inside. The disassembled pistol which nearly made him follow his brother stared him back. With practiced motions, his hands quickly mounted the gun into its lethal form. And, after inserting a mag with a single round and cocking the gun, placed it at the side of his head with the smoothness that only happens after repeating an action uncountable times.
The burden thrust upon his shoulders, the oaths which had drove him nearly insane, the guilt, the self-hate, all of it had slowly eroded his until it wouldn't be able to hold its own weight. The death of his father had been the last eroding which caused his mind to finally snap after nearly two decades of stress.
All that remained was a final flick of a finger to all to finally crumble.
His Aura was being actively suppressed. The same mistake would not be repeated twice.
Post by Holly Hock on Dec 22, 2019 19:26:13 GMT -5
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All of the shenanigans Holly got into up to this point are not worth recounting. She was concerned about Ryan. Something had happened to him. He didn't go to some of his classes, and he even skipped together breakfast. Holly didn't know what it was. She had followed Ryan to see if she could discover what happened. Maybe he would do something that gave a clue? The girl was sitting on a bench in the distance behind Ryan when he started his ritual. Holly just looked on with fascination. Was this what he normally did when he visited the park? What was in the box? Holly stood up, and tried to take a few steps forward to get a better angle while still trying to remain hidden. It was there when she saw the gun in full. The intended purpose of the weapon became clear when Ryan placed the barrel against his head. [break] [break]
Holly's heart skipped a beat.[break] [break]
Then her mind got to work.[break] [break]
How to save Ryan's life. Was she to tackle him? Shout at him? Grab the gun from his hands? Give him a hug from behind? Throw a tree at him? Throw a rock at him? Options, so many options. Holly could feel her body getting tense. Her heartbeat was rising. Her senses felt sharper. Her mind and body felt ready to jump mountains if the act could save Ryan. Holly formulated which way to approach this problem, and she moved into action. The delay in her approach were a few seconds at most.[break] [break]
Holly simply walked up to Ryan, dressed in her winter outfit, she was at least not too concerned with the cold. Of all the things that Holly could do, of all the plans that Holly taught of in her head, she did the following:[break] [break]
The girl made sure to stand next to Ryan, not saying a word yet, but her general presence were hard to miss as she made no attempt to hide her presence. She got down on her knees, mirroring the way Ryan was sitting next to her. While facing the wall of text in front of her, Holly gave a slight glance towards Ryan to see if he had taken notice of her. The language of her face was sadness. A deep sorrow was painted in her look alone, but she turned her face away from Ryan again to look at the names in front of her.[break] [break]
After exhaling another time, she began speaking. Her voice had no hint of its usual dullness. Like an act had been dropped, or some sort of haze from her mind has been lifted. Holly was not in a foreign country that she didn't wanted to be. Not in her mind. She was here, with a person who meant the world to her. Someone who wanted to leave her world for good. No other feelings than this moment mattered. Not this cold, not this country, not the academy. While this shift made the sound richer in tone, this texture was a sombre cocktail or sadness with a hint of acceptance. [break] [break] "If this really is what you want, I will do what is needed."[break] [break]
Holly emphasized the really in that sentence. The girl placed her hands on her lap, as she slowly caressed her own fingers. If she didn't do anything with her hands, she was certainly going to lunge at Ryan. She didn't want to do that. When Holly was certain that her words had lingered long enough to have their effect, she continued.[break] [break]
"I do not fully understand what brought you to this point, but I will take care of everything. I will make sure to drag your body out of sight. I don't think that you would have wanted any children to see you as such."[break] [break]
The girl now looked at her hands, looking at the motion those fingers of her made. It didn't take her mind on the situation going on, and she knew what to say next. [break] [break]
"I will make sure that your body will rest on a sea of flowers. I do not know if you want a service, or where you want to be buried. I can tell how much you meant to me, and that I hope that you have found an escape from your hurt. If you have any of such wishes you can tell them to me, and I will make sure that everything will be perfect. I will make sure that there will be fresh flowers near your headstone every day when I visit it. I will hire someone to take care of the grave when I eventually return home. I don't know how many times I can still visit you then, but I will make sure to do so as much as I am able."[break] [break]
Of course, Holly didn't want any of this. She wanted to hold Ryan while to whisper sweet words in his ears about how everything will be all right. She wanted to graduate from the academy with Ryan, and return home with him. She wanted to introduce Ryan to her parents, and her sisters. She wanted all of them to get along, and like each other. Maybe not at first, but it will come. Over time they will know why Holly loved Ryan, and they would give their blessing. Holly would marry Ryan on a summer night, and they would kiss and everybody there will clap and cheer. They will get children, and they will get in trouble. Ryan will get mad at them at times, but he will love them as much or even more than Holly. Holly will make sure they behave and study, and that they grow up to be strong and healthy. When she becomes older and less pretty, she will make sure to turn a blind eye And when Ryan looks at other women. She knows that he is faithful in the end, and that he will not love her less even if she becomes a prune. When Ryan and Holly become too old to work the children will take care of the two of them. Bring them soup and telling them about their lives. They will get grandchildren, and Ryan will become a grandfather. He will dot over them, and treat them nice. The two would spoil the little ones, and make sure that they can stay up late to watch movies that they may not do at home. Of course, we would never tell their parents. No harm done. When it is time for the both of them to leave this world, Holly hoped that they would do so together. Maybe not at the same time, but hopefully not more than a week apart. It will be two lives well-spent, and the ceremony will be attended by family and loved ones. [break] [break]
Holly knew that Ryan wasn't truly happy for the time they knew each other. Almost nobody who she had met was happy. Truly happy. They were all being trained into fighters, knowing full well that their faith was almost certain a gruesome one. Holly knew that Ryan came from a family of hunters. She knew that there were some even on this wall in front of them. He knew well how hopeless such a life might be. She knew that he knew that one day his name will be on that wall, either sooner or later. She didn't want that. She suspected that even if they shared a long live together, there was little that she could do to keep Ryan from pursuing this line of work. This hunting of Grimm. All that she hoped for was to make sure that those remaining years they were blessed to spend together would be happy ones. That Ryan would live a full life. That he would leave people in Remnant behind who cared for him, who loved him. That all of this misery. All of the pain. All of the hurt. That everything wasn't for nothing. That he was not just a name, that he was not just a damned name on a wall. [break] [break]
But that was her fantasy. Her dream.[break] [break]
If Ryan didn't share that dream. If he was so unhappy that he didn't even told Holly what was wrong with him. If he cared so little that he did not even leave her a note. If Ryan never even said that he loved her before he blew his own brains out. [break] [break]
Did he ever truly love her at all?[break] [break]
What then was she to him? A pet to spend time with but to abandon when it is convenient to do so? A muse to draw and gawk at, but to leave aside when the world was too grim? A girl whose emotions didn't matter in the end, despite any lying words to the contrary? Was he just content to crush her heart? Was he going to end his life and leave Holly to bear such pain? Did she mean nothing, in the end?[break] [break]
Maybe.[break] [break]
It didn't stop her from loving him.[break] [break]
It doesn't stop her from making sure that Ryan will get the love he deserves.[break] [break]
Even if it is only his lifeless body.[break] [break]
Holly exhaled another time. She felt both energized and tired at the same time, if that was possible.[break] [break]
"Just..."[break] [break]
She didn't finish her sentence, as she just sat there in silence. Wanting to scream. [break] [break]
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Certain sorts of people would say that the feeling of a gun barrel against their skin somehow calms them down, makes them feel at ease. Ryan would call those to be downright fools. Why would such action bring ease to a person's mind? Does their tormented mind feel it as an anchor to something? Does having the life of someone, even if their own, under their power make them feel important? Whenever the gun was against his head, all of his muscles tensed as his blood turned ice cold. His instincts screaming, begging at him, to not pull the trigger. To rethink. To move the dammed weapon away from his head.
But, his emotion's flooded brain paid no mind to them. And the finger only inched closer and closer to take him away. But before the last shot he would ever fire could leave the barrel, that feeling washed him over. That soothing feeling that only one soul could ever hope of bringing to his. That feeling that only she could bring.
Oh, Gods. What was he doing?
Whatever happened next, whatever words may have left her mouth, whatever actions she may have done weren't registered by him as his mind just blockaded itself in a single sentence.
What was he doing? What was he doing? What was he fucking doing?!
How much time passed? He had no idea. He only knows that by the point the gun finally slipped off his grasp and fell to the floor, its single round unused. After the clattering of the gun crashing against the ground stopped, a deafening and overwhelming silence engulfed the Park. But Ryan's mind was the complete opposite. Fingers were pointed, screamings contests started, blames were shifted around. But above it all, the questioning continued.
What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Why did he had felt so alone? Why had he ever thought of taking his own life? For fuck's sake, why couldn't even make this goddamn thing right?!
Slowly, with warm tears freely flowing down his eyes making his stark cold skin shiver, Ryan hunched over until his forehead touched the ground again.
Why had he forgotten about her?
How had he even dared to feel alone in this world when she was on it? Did he even have an excuse as to why he had? He had left no note. No notification that his mind had finally snapped. He had just wanted to disappear quietly into the night. Maybe he would have appeared into the news, but would someone care about another dead Vas? There were 6 recorded names into the wall and a hundred more which had been forgotten. He would just have been another one into the latter category. Just another piece of dust. Not even a name to remember him. And he was fine with it. But why was he?
Why had he'd been ok with just disappearing when there was another person in Remnant who gave a damn about his being? She was right beside him, for fuck's sake! She had managed to find him and save his life, even if not by direct intervention.
Oh, dear Gods, why had he tried to leave her alone this way? Why had he tried to break his oath to her? His previous oath had been an act of selfishness. But this one had been sworn upon his desire to protect her. And yet... here he was.
He was a failure indeed. And so, he did what failures did. Beg for clemency and forgiveness. He didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to look at her at the eye. So he spoke from his position on the ground. Voice choked, broken, and with sheer sadness impregnated on it. All of the beauty that had returned to it destroyed by the feelings overwhelming it.
"I beg of you to forgive me, Holly," He spoke loud enough for only the two of them to hear. "Even though... even though I-" His voice cracked and he couldn't keep it in anymore. Slowly at first, it didn't take long for the floodgates to open and to Ryan to start sobbing while muttering "I beg for you to forgive me," Over and over again. WC: 821/1528
Post by Holly Hock on Dec 29, 2019 20:54:30 GMT -5
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While it might have been an eternity in Ryan’s head, the huntsman-in-training let go of the weapon quickly enough. About ten seconds after Holly had said her last words did the firearm fall to the ground. The sudden and unexpected sound made Holly believe at first that Ryan had shot himself. She knew that she could one day have peace with that timeline. Still, it didn’t sound loud enough. Also, there were no bits of Ryan on her. Ever so slightly, Holly turned to face Ryan, hoping with all her heart that the gun misfired, or that he had shot off into the air maybe? Can you misfire when trying to suicide? [break] [break]
He was just crying now.[break] [break]
And he was placing his face on the ground.[break] [break]
And he was now crying even more now.[break] [break]
Holly listened attentively at the pitiful attempts to beg for forgiveness. She listened over and over again at how he repeated the same line over and over again. She waited till his throat must be so sour that it was killing him. She waited till his last strength was spend asking for redemption. She waited till the last wail had passed his lips, and till the last tear fell to the cold ground below. [break] [break]
Only then did Holly graced Ryan with a response.[break] [break]
“You are the worst…”[break] [break]
It was good that Ryan couldn’t see Holly’s face at this moment. She didn’t look pretty, and she didn’t look happy. She was baring her teeth, her eyes standing livid as they looked down on Ryan. Her hands that she kept on her lap were balled into tiny fists. Because if she didn’t keep them there, she was quite sure that there was nothing to keep her from punching Ryan in the face. [break] [break]
Ryan, the boy who had basically had her heart in his hands, just pulled that on her? He had the nerve to shoot his damned brains out on this cold FUCKING morning without telling her, and all that was keeping him from doing it was her sitting next to her? [break] [break] SHE HAD BEEN SITTING NEXT TO HIM FOR WEEKS![break] [break]
MONTHS![break] [break]
HE WAS SO DENSE THAT JUST HER BEING HERE COULD KEEP HIM FROM KILLING HIMSELF! DID HE HAVE THE MEMORY OF A FUCKING INFANT![break] [break]
Holly had tried to be Ryan’s friend…No Girlfriend! Big G girlfriend for all this time. She had tried to talk to him. She had tried to be his confidant. She had sat there when he drew her. She had helped him with homework and classwork. She had dreams about him at night. She had plans for where to take their relationship. SHE HAD EVEN BROUGHT HIM OUT OF HIS SHELL BY STARTING TO ABANDON HIS OATH OF SILLENCE! YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TOO BLOODY LOVE SOMEONE WHO CANNOT EVEN SPEAK TO YOU! [break] [break]
Holly was starting to inhale strangely now. Almost like an angry bull wanting to charge a red cloth. Her fingers started to grow white from how tight her grip was getting. The girl bit her lip for even a moment in this state of rage, and she could immediately taste the iron taste of blood in her mouth. [break] [break]
She had done all of that! She hadn’t asked for anything of Ryan! Ever! She had always respected his boundaries! She had always been there for him! With everything he might have needed! SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN A GRIEFING WIDDOW WITHOUT THEM HAVING EVEN KISSED BECAUSE HE MADE HER FEEL ACTUALLY WANTED AND LOVED IN THIS FORSAKKEN LAND![break] [break]
AND HE?[break] [break]
Ryan would just blow his brain out! Bam, just like that. No note, no nothing! Worse than that! He was so very easily talked out of it! Someone could have just showed him a picture of her, and it would have fucking worked, wouldn’t it? How the fuck did he feel about me? I do everything for him, and he never tells me that he even loves me! I sit next to him, and he stops with killing himself despite being depressed enough to go here alone and kill himself! No, he couldn’t just hang himself in his room! He went out here! He walked here! It must have taken close to an hour in total! He had all that time to rethink his action, go back to the academy, AND TELL YOUR DAMNED GIRLFRIEND THAT YOU LOVE HER! TO HUG HER! TO LET HER HELP YOU GET THROUGH THIS! [break] [break]
But no, you don’t do that![break] [break]
Like some soldier who disgraced his entire country he goes here to slowly assemble a gun! Like he was some kind of hero doing the world a service for shooting your brain out! Did you even think about the LITERATAL children who walk this park? Do you even considered the people who need to clean your brain?! The people who need to bury you? Your fellow students? Everyone who knows you at the academy?[break] [break]
Me?[break] [break]
No, you didn’t care.[break] [break]
You only cared when that same girl sat right next to you, almost begging you not to do it. You don’t have the mental ability to think two..now…ONE STEP AHEAD! One day after the next was too hard? One plan for next day was too much? I don’t know what happened, but was it worth all of this! No it wasn’t, if only me sitting next to you was enough to persuade you to do otherwise! [break] [break]
Some things clicked in her head. Connection where made in that little kooky brain of hers. Not too bright, but very passionate about emotional connection. Why should she give Ryan anything if he gave nothing back? He was asking for forgiveness. HE SHOULD BE GIVING HER EVERY ‘SORRY’ HE HAD IN HIM! Was it really saying sorry if you just begged the other person for it? That is not something you give, that is something you ask. Something that you demand like some damn parasite! Recognition for how messed up you are, without truly giving a damn for how Holly was feeling! [break] [break]
Holly was just fuming in her head. Her body was fuming with her. The soft pink glow of her aura showed around her. She wanted to hit Ryan, she wanted to hit him and just leave him here. She wanted to take that stupid gun and shoot him herself for putting her through all of that shit just now! Playing with her heart like it was some sort of plaything! Like she was just there like some prop for his own mess of a life to be some sort of punchbag to take all the heavy hits when it was too hard for him to take! She would have been that punching bag if he had only told her that he loved her. Once. To hear the word once. [break] [break]
All that she did now was exhale. She was going to strangle a plant or punch a wall later. She just needed to know one thing right now. One thing that she had questioned all so long. Knowing the answer, she could know if she was going to maybe start to forgive Ryan, or leave him here in the cold to sob.[break] [break]
Still looking down at Ryan, she just very coldly stated the following. Her voice was back to blank and emotionless, like a fantasy had been gruesomely ripped from her mind. No. It wasn’t emotionless, not truly. It sounded cold, disillusioned. [break] [break]
Bitter.[break] [break]
“Answer truthfully, or I will walk out of your life forever.”[break] [break]
Holly pulled her eyes away from Ryan, looking at that damned wall of names that meant so much to him. [break] [break]
Could you strangle a wall?[break] [break]
The girl just continued, hoping that someday she could.[break] [break]
“What do I truly mean to you? No bullshit, no pretext. Have I given my heart to someone who doesn’t care if it is breaks, as long as he does not have to look at the shattered remains himself?”[break] [break]
Holly didn’t cry. She was too livid to cry. What kind of man was Ryan? Was he honestly that selfish? That stupid? That obsessed to care for anyone else?[break] [break]
Holly didn’t care for giving forgiveness at this moment.
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Ryan heard every word that left her mouth. And there was no beating around the bush of what she said. It was all the truth. She had pointed out the most truthful fact about him. He was indeed the goddamn worst. She had always been there for him. Helping him, supporting him. And yet, he had never been capable of reciprocating her actions. He had only mistreated her. Caused her to suffer.
And now, as the consequences of his actions finally stared him down, his increasingly panicking mind started to work. How could he make things right? And even though the panicked undertones filled his mind, and the tinges of self-hate and self-rage tickled the back of it, his head had never been as clear as it was now. What he had to do.
"But do you truly deserve to try to do it?" A part of his brain voiced out. "Do you truly deserve to have her on your life? To be part of hers? Have you ever brought her anything else but suffering? Anything else than sadness and misery?"
But before that minority could get a foothold, another voice spoke out. One that Ryan knew way too well.
"Don't hear them, my little brother," it was Aarden's. "Your past wrongdoings to her may haunt you, torture you -rightfully so, if I may add- but we both know the truth. We both know what you truly feel for this girl. So now, don't you dare to half-ass what we both know that comes now." "But, Aarden, do I truly de-"
"Don't go down that alleyway, Ryan, or you'll never come out of it. There's only one way to know if you deserve her in your life, and for you to be part of hers. Be honest. Make up for all your wrongdoings. If she accepts you back, and you can make her happy. Then you do deserve her. And if you can't, walk out of her life for the good of the both of you. No matter how much it may hurt at the moment, remember that time heals all wounds." After delivering his speech, he was gone. Leaving Ryan to muse alone. But it didn't take long for him to start acting.
Standing up, with the gun in his hand again, Ryan walked towards the Memorial Wall and slowly caressed his brother's name once it was within range.
"I don't know if you wish to hear this from me, Holly, or even hear me out outside of a response to your question," Ryan spoke, for the first time in ages, with his full tone and volume. Making Holly finally hear his true and unaltered voice and not a whisper of it. "But I wish you to know. I wish you to understand."
He would wait a couple of seconds after that line, waiting for her to do her move. But no matter what she did, outside of something that wouldn't allow him to talk to her, he would speak nonetheless.
"I've already told you what my family has dedicated itself to, Holly. But not the true extent of it," With a deep breath, he began the history. "Before the Academies, before Huntsmen existed my family had already dedicated itself to the protection of this Kingdom for untold centuries. Be it from external or internal threats. Be it by being soldiers or guards. It didn't matter how we were always defending Mistral, killing and dying in the name of it.
We carried out this duty with pride and honor. It was a part of our familiar culture to such a level, that those that couldn't continue this tradition were disinherited. Forced to change their surnames to anything but Vas and were cast away from our lands. They were exiled..." He grunted, punching the wall with barely restrained rage. "I would have joined their ranks, had it not been thanks to my brother.
And yet, what have we gotten in return? Only this... goddamn 'honor' of having your name written in a wall. And only six of us got that 'honor.' What about those of us that died in the protection of this forsaken Kingdom before the Academies? What about those of us that died in the front lines of the Great War? I don't know how many Vas went to that fucking war, but I know that only three returned, my father between them. Out of those three, two of those names are already resting on this wall. But my father's name never will.
Even though he answered the call time and time again." He continued his speech, now accompanied by heavy, bitter tears. "Even though he wasn't a transcendental soldier who changed the tide of war. Even though he wasn't an excellent father, hell, not even a good one. He deserved better than this. Why is that because he died of old age he doesn't deserve to be remembered here?" He finally turned to Holly, ignoring whatever expression she may have been making and just focused on making eye contact. "He made all sorts of sacrifices through his life in the name of Mistral. Why is that he needed a gruesome dead to earn the right to be remembered?"
Turning away from her, he looked at the wall once again. The desire to tear the damn thing down burning with passion in his heart. But no, the name of those here didn't deserved that. With a sigh, he continued talking. "I'm the only one left, Holly. I'm the last Vas. The blood of countless warriors courses through my veins. Their tales, names, and deeds lives and dies with me. Once I join them in the afterlife they will be forever gone of this land. Just like that... gone... forgotten.
I don't even remember what drove me to... well... this," He briefly placed the gun against his head and mimicked the action of it being fired before dropping the hand at his side once again. "I don't know what it was. If it was either me not being able to bear with the pressure of such an idea or if it was me not being able to bear with the grief of my father finally passing away. Or if I was just trying to finally let us die out. I don't know..." He turned to her once again, making once again eye contact with her eyes.
Those goddamn beautiful eyes.
Slowly walking towards her, Ryan would drop the gun and kneel in front of her. Then, slowly and meticulously, he would outstretch his hands to softly grab her by the cheeks. If she shied away or not from his touch didn't matter, as he would speak nonetheless.
"But I do know one thing," He whispered once again, only for her to hear. "I do know that I'm glad that you found me. I'm glad that you snapped at me. Because this was the call of reality that I needed to understand one thing, Holly," Slowly approaching her face, he would softly plant his forehead against hers. "That day in the forge, I swore I would protect you. I swore to make you happy," He chuckled bitterly at himself."It seems I break these things way too easily, doesn't it?
But anyways, if you accept me back into your life. If you also wish to be part of mine. I'll do my most damn best to make up for every time I mistreated you. I'll do my best to cherish you, to make you the happiest girl in Remnant..." After this last phrase, he would ever so slowly bring his face closer to hers. And finally, if she allowed him to, he would give her a soft, slow kiss. A kiss in which he would try to convey all of the feelings he had actively suppressed for so long. But even if they kissed or not, he would still whisper the following line.
Post by Holly Hock on Jan 22, 2020 19:12:08 GMT -5
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Holly was outraged when she saw Ryan stand up and walk towards that wall. She thought that Ryan had picked a side with that action. For a moment, the girl thought that Ryan had made his choice and started to walk away. Away from her. He could have walked towards her, but he didn’t. He walked towards the wall. Most likely towards his stupid brother who got killed! Clearly Ryan finds the memory of him more important than me! It is fine if you feel that way, but do not keep my heart on a set of strings if you do! Wallowing in your sadness! Drown in your squalor! Feel the pain that you deserve you miserable-! [break] [break] And then Ryan started to talk. [break] [break] He started to talk like he had never made his oath. [break] [break] He spoke as if he was just a person, giving a heartfelt speech. [break] [break] …[break] [break] It honestly pissed Holly off even further. [break] [break] Before Ryan had started to walk towards Holly somewhere down the line, all that the girl thought that Ryan was doing was giving some piss poor excuse why he was dumping her. Why he was walking out on her like a coward to die a pointless death somewhere. Utterly and completely alone. An elaborate speech about duty and honour and other terms that Ryan would use to make himself feel lees terrible about having made Holly miserable. [break] [break] It was honestly how it all felt. [break] [break] Holly, for whatever measure she could sympathize with other people and their point of view, couldn’t understand a few positions. Two were most pressing at this moment; 1. Not accepting love. 2. Living with honour. When Ryan started to drone on and on about his family and their duty and their purpose and their damned honour…Holly wanted to take Ryan’s head and toss it into that damn wall till either one of them broke. [break] [break] With her decency and love for Ryan keeping her from interrupting him in his ‘moment, Holly went through all the ways she hated everything that he said. [break] [break] You want to talk about family? [break] [break] I left my family because they asked it of me! I left my home to come to this miserable place because they asked me to! They didn’t need to beg, or plead, or fill her head with generations of duty and sacrifice! I am not doing this because my great-grandfather was some lunatic who was good with a sword! Nobody needed to tell me anything about such things to convince me! I did it because it was the only way to make their life better. They live in absolute poverty! Before I had grown a garden for them with my semblance, they didn’t even know if they would have enough food to get a meal each day of the week. You know why I am so short, Ryan? Do you know why your lovely girlfriend is a fun-sized bundle of adorableness? [break] [break] Malnutrition. [break] [break] You want to talk about sacrifices? About being dealt a shitty hand? I can tell you plenty about all the nights that I gave my food to Clair so that she didn’t needed to be as hungry as she otherwise would be. Or the nights that nobody had food, so they just tried to keep their minds occupied in whatever manner they could. Holly read about the reasons why she was smaller and thinner than other people after she had arrived at Haven. Why she didn’t have the curves like all those women she saw in magazines or in the streets. Why they were taller than she was. Apparently, if you do not get enough food when you are a child, you remain small all your life. Your brain doesn’t work as good as that of some people. You might not even be able to give birth. All of that Holly’s reality. All of that was what her sisters suffered with to varying degrees. It wasn’t something you can just fix. You cannot cure years of not having food by gorging on snacks later in life. You just get fat! [break] [break] You want to talk about fathers? [break] [break] I most likely even know my dad’s true name! [break] [break] It was her mother’s surname. Hock was never his name. Holly wasn’t even a 100% sure he was born as a Hamlin! He just arrived at Mato-Mato one day on a little boat! It honestly freaked her out when she was little, and it does now. What if my dad was a serial killer? Was he a bad person before he was my dad? He always said that he had left the army because what they were doing was wrong, but Holly had never heard him say more about it. How could she really know if he was a soldier? Because he could fight? Bad people can fight. Bandits can fight. Was my dad just a bandit who fled Mistral? Fled Vale? Holly didn’t know, her mother and father never told anything about it. Holy knew her mom more. Her coastal village got raided. Most of the people got out on a boat. They just sailed till they reached land. She had told details; she had shown some photos and trinkets that she still had from her home. Hamlin? No proof, no sign of his previous life besides the fact that he could fight and that he had pink hair. [break] [break] So, the importance of family lineage and honour throughout the generations never really were important in her household. Caring for your sisters matters. Making sure that they had food, that they had something to wear, that they did have something to learn or read to make something with their life. Those are things that matter. Those are things you suffer for. Keeping a self-imposed duty to protect a whole kingdom? To go off to wars and fight to protect people that you do not even know? Holly knew that it was supposed to be what Huntresses were supposed to do, but Holly could never understand it. She had worked so long to make sure that just her family would be happy, that she couldn’t even imagine how people could honestly care for thousands of people and still be truthful with themselves. Do you really care about them all? Can you care about people who you have never met? Who you will never meet? [break] [break] They do not matter to you. What matters is that you feel good with your duty. You say that you care about protecting humanity but all you really care about is a pat on the back. Making you think that all the shit you go through means anything! That all the suffering was for some greater good, even though you are miserable while doing it! That you fight for your life, that you fight to kill others, that you can do a lot of horrible things and still look at yourself in a mirror! Ryan’s father? He was horrible! He forced his sons to be miserable! One of them died! Forced them into a life of violence without their choice from when they were little! Was he ever home to tuck his sons into bed? Was he there when they grew up? Was he there to kiss their tears away? Hamlin, blank slate as he was, did all of that. He was maybe a criminal, a killer, a murderer, but at least he was there for his family and not out there fighting some fight that made his son lose a father and make his wife a widow! Holly didn’t know! RYAN NEVER TOLD HER IF HIS DAD EVER DID THAT STUFF! [break] [break] Holly had a lot of things to freak out about. Things that she wanted to shout back at Ryan. Counterarguments that she wanted to give. A verbal shouting match that she wanted to have with him before he finally had the balls to say that they were breaking up. [break] [break] She never interrupted him. [break] [break] Because his dad died. [break] [break] And that was horrible. [break] [break] Holly didn’t want to fight someone who was already suffering. [break] [break] Ryan had treated her horrible, maybe never truly loved her at all. Holly thought that he was going to walk away from her after this speech. That he would just leave her to be miserable. Build up her hopes and dreams and then just crush them. Holly could never forgive him if he did that. She would try to shield her heart. Try not to feel the knife he put in there. [break] [break] Deep down, she still didn’t want him to suffer. [break] [break] Nobody should lose their dad to something like this. It wasn’t about who had suffered more, about who had the most messed up childhood. It wasn’t about Holly’s problems growing up right now. This wasn’t her worst day. It was a pretty bad day, but this was Ryan’s moment. He lost his dad. He had lost someone important in her life that he would never get back till the day he would die as well. You don’t go into a pity contest with someone who went through that. Holly had tried to support him. She had tried to be there for him even when he had a gun to his head and wanted to shoot himself. Only when he had finally passed that damned line did Holly crack and wanted to hear the truth from Ryan. For herself, but also for him. She couldn’t take this all if she didn’t know if her love was for someone who didn’t loved her back. She couldn’t take the stress of someone like that shooting himself without her even knowing that they did that this morning. If Ryan truly loved Holly, she would accept that burden. If he had never truly loved Holly, then they shouldn’t live a lie, should they? [break] [break] When Ryan finally turned around, Holly was still looking at him like he had spat in her face and punched her in the stomach just a second ago. She looked even angrier when he ‘feigned his own dead’. Maybe Holly wasn’t thinking to straight in her emotional state. She was angrier after she had gotten scared again, thinking him that he would pull the trigger after that little speech of him. Leaving the world with your last words spoken out loud, and all that. [break] [break] THE FUCK! [break] [break] I JUST THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD KILL YOURSELF! AND NOW YOU JUST PLACE THE GUN AGAINST YOUR HEAD AGAIN AND TRY TO MAKE IT INTO A LIGHT-HEARTED MOMENT! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! [break] [break] PULL THE TRIGGER, YOU COWARD! [break] [break] Holly didn’t saw beautiful eyes staring at her. She saw eyes staring at her that she maybe hated. Eyes that she once loved to look into. Eyes that she wanted to see if she woke up in the morning. Eyes that would resemble the ones of her children one day, maybe. [break] [break] It was all the more surprising to her when Ryan kneeled before Holly. When he took her cheeks into his hands. How dared he? Holly was too shocked to even respond. How dared he touch her after all that? When you gave your speech about walking out on me? After putting me through all that stuff?! [break] [break] Then Ryan placed his head against hers, and said all those sweet words to her. [break] [break] About protecting her…[break] [break] About making her happy…[break] [break] About how he knew he broke those promises…[break] [break] About how he wanted to cherish her…[break] [break] About how he wanted to make her the happiest girl in Remnant…[break] [break] And then he kissed her. Ryan had given her his first kiss. Holly allowed the kiss, but she allowed it only because she didn’t stop it. There was no motion from her. Like a sacred animal being frozen with emotion did she allow Ryan to invade her mouth. Her eyes became large for a moment, but then the kiss was already over before she could fully process it all. [break] [break] And then he ended it all when he said that he loved her. [break] [break] Holly looked at Ryan for a moment. Those eyes that he had always found so beautiful were looking at him like her was some sort of stranger. That she couldn’t believe about what the guy in front of him just did. Holly remained shocked for a few seconds. [break] [break] Then she attempted to give him a slap in his face. Right across the cheek. [break] [break] She looked at him angrily, though she didn’t make any other movements or actions towards Ryan to further harm him. She clenched her fists next to her body, as she began to speak. She…she just sounded disappointed and tired. Most of her anger had made way for disbelieve, but it was still there in the full sentences she attempted to shout at him. She was too tired to truly shout though, so it was just a slightly raised voice. And Ryan was going to listen. [break] [break] “Do you truly not care about anyone but yourself?! YOU CARED MORE ABOUT INFORMING ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY THAN ASKING ABOUT HOW I AM DOING? ABOUT US? You give me that entire fucking speech that made me believe you were walking out on me, before you just walk up to me, tell me that you are sorry, and then kiss me on the mouth?! YOU MADE ME THINK I LOST YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO GIVE A FUCKING SPEECH AFTER BEING SILENT FOR MONTHS! You wanted me to understand, but you could have just started with a ‘I do love you, Holly’, or a ‘How are you feeling, Holly?!’ You forced my first kiss to be with someone who not five minutes ago tried to kill himself without telling me? AFTER ALL OF THIS, AT THIS MOMENT! IS THIS ROMANTIC FOR YOU? You didn’t care enough to leave me a message, didn’t even cared to ask in this moment how I am feeling about the man she loves almost killing himself in front of her! Should I just invite you back like you are some dog who shat on the carpet?!” [break] [break] All of Holly’s emotion and frustration exploded in that moment. She didn’t even know if all of it made sense. She didn’t care that much if not all of it did. Holly hated Ryan for pulling this on him. Giving her the romantic ‘I love you’-line in this moment after kissing her. Having her first kiss after all of this. Having her emotions toyed with. Having him say those words that she needed to hear for so long. Forcing a kiss on her before even asking if she was all right. Taking so long to talk about honour, duty, sacrifices…without truly seeming to take her own emotions serious. [break] [break] Ugh, was that fair to Ryan? [break] [break] Holly kept looking at the ‘last Vas’, her eyes having no more tears to spent. She wasn’t going to lie to him. [break] [break] “I ask you again.” [break] [break] Breath in, breath out. [break] [break] Explain it calmly. [break] [break] “I asked you about how you felt about me. You chose to spend more words talking about yourself than about us, after making me think you were going to shoot yourself. I am sorry about your dad, I truly am. I don’t know that feeling, but it must be horrible. Maybe you are not thinking straight, maybe I am not thinking straight…but…”[break] [break] Holly’s eyes changed. [break] [break] They weren’t mad now. They looked confused. [break] [break] The girl continued; her voice uncertain. [break] [break] “I…I don’t want to sound selfish, well, maybe I do…I hate to do this but…I need more of you…”[break] [break] Holly’s breathing was getting funny now. Shallow breathing, like she was starting to panic as she continued to speak. The more she went on, the more she seemed to be talking more to herself than to Ryan in front of him. Like he wasn’t even there. “You tried to kill yourself without telling me, but now you just kiss me and tell me you will do everything for me. You broke a months' long oath for me, but you never even said that you loved me till that point. I..I… I somehow managed to talk you out of suicide, but now you are here making jokes? Chuckling? I….feared for your life….I…I hate you…but…but I love you? I….I…”[break] [break] Holly felt the world spinning. [break] [break] Holly went to sit on the ground. [break] [break] Sitting on the ground feels nice. [break] [break] Woops, the ground is cold. [break] [break] Too bad. At least the ground isn’t spinning. [break] [break] In front of Ryan, Holly seemed to be having a panic attack followed by a loss of her balance as she fell to the ground. The movements were rather sudden. Her legs didn’t seem to be able to keep herself upright, or she was too dizzy to keep up straight. She would be sitting on the ground now, looking forward at the moment while her mind was trying to make sense of all of this. [break] [break] A sad undernutritioned girl far from home who was dealt this blow by the man who had just confessed his love to her after giving her all this hurt. [break] [break] Because she still loved her, and she couldn’t understand why. [break] [break]
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Semblance: E, Slicer: F, Survival: F, Gardening: F, Scroll-usage: F, Martial Arts: F, Healing: E, Acrobatics: F, Stamina: F
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