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estdeus_innobisThe Marks Ranch
Early Morning, Sunday 8 November
Dead.
I didn't believe it. Not that I didn't think it possible, since Ares' death. Didn't want to believe it, is all. Felt it, though. I woke up Friday in a cold sweat and knew.
Dead.
I've been out here three times since. Stayed back a way the first time, when the people were still here, making sure the fire died out. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to hear any of them speculate about what happened to her. I had my own theory.
Dead.
I kick a large piece of charcoal and it falls apart against my boot. Lúgh's death was all I needed for confirmation. He wouldn't leave her here. Not alone. Cain and I might be here for her but that's different. We're mortal. We're finite. Eris isn't finite. She might be in some way, some day, but to me, she's eternal and I know she's out there somewhere.
My eyes close slowly as I think of our last conversation. As I think of her looking like Eileen for me. As I think of her wanting Tempest drawn on her.
I pull the gun from her holster and turn off the safety.
This town, this fucking god-forsaken town. If it weren't for Leah...
I raise Tempest, both hands holding her, and fire round after round into the sky at a steady rate until the gun clicks.
"Might not be a twenty-one gun salute, Eris, but it's something."
I reload Tempest, holster her, and light a clove. Now I need to figure out where the fuck her remains are.
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Early Morning, Sunday 8 November
Dead.
I didn't believe it. Not that I didn't think it possible, since Ares' death. Didn't want to believe it, is all. Felt it, though. I woke up Friday in a cold sweat and knew.
Dead.
I've been out here three times since. Stayed back a way the first time, when the people were still here, making sure the fire died out. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to hear any of them speculate about what happened to her. I had my own theory.
Dead.
I kick a large piece of charcoal and it falls apart against my boot. Lúgh's death was all I needed for confirmation. He wouldn't leave her here. Not alone. Cain and I might be here for her but that's different. We're mortal. We're finite. Eris isn't finite. She might be in some way, some day, but to me, she's eternal and I know she's out there somewhere.
My eyes close slowly as I think of our last conversation. As I think of her looking like Eileen for me. As I think of her wanting Tempest drawn on her.
I pull the gun from her holster and turn off the safety.
This town, this fucking god-forsaken town. If it weren't for Leah...
I raise Tempest, both hands holding her, and fire round after round into the sky at a steady rate until the gun clicks.
"Might not be a twenty-one gun salute, Eris, but it's something."
I reload Tempest, holster her, and light a clove. Now I need to figure out where the fuck her remains are.
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Date: 2009-08-26 03:57 am (UTC)I nod. I've been past the cafe but never inside it. what I've seen through the windows is fascinating though so I've go two things to look forward to!
Before we leave he looks back once but doesn't say anything. Was that his funeral for Eris? Maybe I'll ask later. Right now, we're going to the cafe to have breakfast and teach me how to be cautious.