Razum-dar
This one is absolutely hooked on Raz🤯
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"Knowing Naryu is … like walking on warm sand. Sometimes it is nice between the toes, and sometimes there are stabbing pains. The last time Raz saw Naryu, he threw an iced sweetroll at her. It is only a matter of time before his feet burn."
--Razum-dar
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Razum-dar
This is my first post of the New Year 🎍🐉🎍
I’d like to invite him as a houseguest…
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I mean Estre wasnt great but you can't really blame Naemon for being pissed
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Summary: After the end of 'Raison D'etre'. :)) [cw: suicide/suicidal thoughts, non-explicit]
'You will find my body where it belongs-'
"No, no, no!"
The letter flutters to the floor, forgotten, as Razum-dar bolts out of the secluded cottage, its wooden door nearly slammed off its hinges by his shoulder. Heart and feet racing futilely against time that has passed him by, Raz flies down to the shore, kicking up sand in his wake as he sprints towards the seaside cave. He rips a runestone from his pocket, its inscribed sigils glowing to allow him entry through an illusory wall of stone, to find-
"No." His throat is so tight, the word barely claws its way out.
Four unsteady steps towards the tombstone that marks the resting place of his beloved friend's ashes, then Razum-dar falls to his knees beside the body that lies before the grave - face-down, hand stretched outward as if it had prostrated, seeking forgiveness.
His hands tremble as he clutches at her shoulder, and turns her over. Lips tinted an unnatural black, they stand out against Sielaire's ashen complexion, one final mockery as Raz stares down at his latest, grave failure. An empty vial lies beside Sielaire's head, and Raz hurls it out of the cave, the sound of glass shattering against rock a scant balm against his hurting soul.
He wishes he could say this is a shock. Sielaire's days without Ayrenn had been spent without the slightest interest in living. He has known her trajectory all along, despite his efforts to anchor her in the present, in life. He only hates the possibility that - in his need to delay the inevitable, to draw a smile from one whose joy had died - he had prolonged her pain, when release might've been more merciful.
Gods know how often that last thought had seeped into his mind as well.
Burying bitter envy in the depths of his heart, Raz takes her hands, and clasps them over her stomach. Gently stroking her red hair, Raz lowers his head to rest against Sielaire's.
"Go in joy, kitten. Watch over her, wherever you are."
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