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Post by Ayen on Oct 11, 2011 21:37:25 GMT -6
When Michael awoke he would be introduced to the many different ancient symbols that made up the inside of the tower. Sazan has brought them both to the highest point of the tower, dressed in a wardrobe she hasn’t been seen in forever. The white button up dress shirt, the black slacks and dress shoes, the custom black jacket with gold trims that her father made for her so many years ago. It almost seemed like a whole other life. Gone was the wedding dress, a simple thought had change her attire. She didn’t feel like a fairytale bride anymore. Just a broken down woman who’s tired of dealing with the same chaos day in and day out. She was starting to feel that she would never have a normal life. That it was only a distant dream on her part.
“I sometimes wonder what my life would’ve been like had I never visited Dumary Island. Had I never joined Devil May Cry. Would it be any better? Would I even be alive?”
Sazan rubbed the right sleeve of her jacket against her eyes, wiping away the tears that came from what has just recently transpired back at Crystal City. Not wanting to so much as think about it.
“Then I stop and realize I would have never met you. I don’t regret a thing. But I don’t want to live in this world anymore. I don’t want our kids to live in this world. I’ve had all I can take, Michael. I want to go somewhere we can live in peace. If it all ends it ends. At least I’ll be with you if it does. I’m just so tired of fighting.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Oct 17, 2011 15:22:17 GMT -6
"NO!" Michael's vision faded to black, he felt a straining, tugging sensation in his joints as they teleported away from the horrible scene. The last he heard was his sister screaming for them to run, that Veran was there--he was there when his sister first encountered The First Aspect.
And it was terrible.
Michael was fortunate enough to not have been infected with the Nightmare, owing to the fact that Veran was not seeking to "bestow" that on his sister just yet. And now, history has repeated itself.
"Sazan..." Michael wrapped his wife in a tight hug and planted a kiss on top of her head, refusing to let go of her. She was safe. Above all else in this entire universe, his beloved was not infected and only upset from the ordeal. He couldn't blame her. "I don't want to run from that but you're now the top priority in my life. If you wish to stay away from it, then we will..." He wasn't too happy about this, however. |
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Post by Ayen on Oct 23, 2011 10:20:49 GMT -6
Sazan embraced the hug, trying hard not to resume crying while resting her head on the chest of her husband. She felt guilty. Guilty for abandoning her friends while at the mercy of Veran and guilty for wanting to abandon them further by leaving Genesis and never returning. But she couldn’t bring herself to fight anymore. It all felt so entirely pointless.
“Is it terribly selfish of me?”
Sazan finally pulled her head back away from Michael, looking up into his eyes.
“Is it selfish of us?” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Oct 25, 2011 21:57:03 GMT -6
"No. It's not. We've fought for so long and I'm sick of it. I hate we aren't there but you are my wife." Michael tenderly cupped his wife's face while she looked into his eyes. His thumbs brushed away tears that were within his reach, "Out of all the women I've met in my life, Sazan, you're the only one who could still be beautiful while crying." The Crow pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed her face dry, "We'll have a reception here. Together. Just you and I. We won't have to worry about everything else anymore."
Michael took his wife's hands in his and kissed both, "Care to help me build our after party? Let's see what we can do to make this the best night of our lives." Despite the death, the nagging thought of their friends possibly suffering and the betrayals, nothing else could exist right now but this. |
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Post by Ayen on Oct 26, 2011 16:33:53 GMT -6
“I don’t feel like celebrating.”
Sazan pulled away from her husband’s warm arms and took a couple of steps away. Still feeling guilty about the choice she made to abandon her friends but being too afraid to go back and see what could be done to help. Were they even still alive?
No! You can’t start thinking like that!
Sazan turned around to look back at Michael while hugging herself with her arms, keeping the tears at bay as she didn’t want to cry again. Not after Michael had gone through the trouble of wiping them away.
“It’s my fault Crystal City is suffering. I wanted the fairytale wedding. Just us wasn’t enough for me. If I’m selfish of anything, it’s that.” |
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