lethal-swordsman

[lethal-swordsman]

I cannot believe I am at the point wherein I resort to eating paper becuase my emotionally abusive mother won't get food for me. Everything in the house is past it's sell by date or something i cannot eat becuase of my sensory issues. I don't have money, I don't have transport, I rely on her for food. I kinda just want to vent this here aside can't anywhere else, and to remind folks that my commissions are open if you have the means to help me out a little. Also advise from people who've been in similar situations would be SO welcome.

[lethal-swordsman]

“Ah…. It seems my daughter has learned a lesson I took a millennia to learn…..never letting the past hold you captive.”

“It seems also she learned who the real enemy was on that day…. After all this time..”

“…. You did good, daughter. I’m… I’m proud of you.”

The Wolf and the Rabbit

Look at me writing a fic for the first time in ages. I had this idea this morning a whipped it up really quick. A conversation between Rose and Marta, based on a scene from GOW: Ragnarök. Enjoy.

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The Wolf and the Rabbit met at midnight. In a cold, damp Umbrella Corp facility. Abandoned, more or less. The rabbit had been searching for answers, the wolf had been searching for the rabbit. And now they met, after 17 years.

"You've been following me..!"

Marta scoffed. She didn't look like her usually self. No armour, no axe in sight. She wore an old black jacket and jeans. To the outside eye, she looked like any other person. It was all a disguise of course, to blend in. Wearing the rabbitskin to make conversation with bunnies.

"Yes. I have been following you." "I kept seeing you around.. I-I assumed it was coincidence." "Yes.. because New York is such a small city."

The rabbit gulped. She didn't like the wolf's mocking tone.

"Do you remember me?" "...I should, shouldn't I?" Marta pursed her lips together, letting the rabbit stay a comfortable distance away.. for now.

"No, not particularly. I remember you though."

Rose tilted her head. "We've met before." "We have. You were so much easier to deal with back then, so small and docile, though I'm glad you're no longer an infant. It makes killing you less complicated."

Rose shuddered, and tried her best not to run. She knew that instigate a chase, one she was sure to lose.

"Okay, okay, just- before you kill me, could we... talk..?"

Now it was Marta's turn to be confused. "Talk?" "Yes! So I might.. understand you. I have a.. vague idea of who you are but if you really, want to kill me.. I'd like to know about you first.. honour my last wish?"

Marta squinted.

"..No."

"What? Why not?" "Because you do not deserve the luxury!"

Rose, startled by Marta's sudden change in tone, took a step back. But an anger grew within her.

"I was an infant when Miranda stole me! What could I have possibly done???" "You-!!"

For once, Marta didn't have much of an answer. "You, were the cause of all this! All my grief! All my loss! If you hadn't been born-" "Then what?" "Then my family! My family would still be alive!"

Rose was stunned. "What?" "My mother!! The tall woman who housed you in a golden crib, do you remember?"

Rose reached back into the depths of her memory, she did remember, vaguely, a tall woman putting her in a golden crib.

"..That was your mother." "Yes!!! My mother, who cared for you! My sisters who held you! Me! Who fed you! My uncle, my aunt, my grandmother, your father burst in and took them all from me!!!" "To save me!! I'm his daughter! He was protecting his family!" "By murdering mine???? No. No, that is not a good enough excuse!" "But what would killing me achieve???"

It wouldn't achieve anything. Marta's grief would not be satisfied. A brief high would be felt, and then more despair. She said nothing, and shamefully looked to the floor.

Rose gave a sympathetic sigh, and the two stood in silence for a few moments. Tears had already begun to run down both of the women's faces, reminiscing on their respective losses.

"I'm..  sorry." "...For what?" "On behalf of my dad, I..  I'm sorry he took your family from you." Marta nodded in quiet acknowledgement.

"...I suppose, this is the point, where I forgive you.. or I kill you." Rose steadied herself. "I guess.. have you made a decision..?"

Marta frowned, and shook her head. A thousand emotions went through her mind. "To be honest... I don't think I can do either." Her voice was fragile, and she sniffled away her sobs.

The wolf began pacing, the same thousand emotions still coursing through her;

"There is still.. a part of me, that is.. so.. angry!!!" Her crying could no longer be contained, and she pointed an accusatory finger towards the rabbit; "And it will always be!!! It will always be, angry!!"

She sighed, finally, and put her hand down. "But.. you're right. You are not the one that needs to die... I do see that.."

Rose felt relief was over her,  but she was not comforted. She empathised with Marta's state of mind, even if a little.

It seemed the wolf had nothing more to say, and quickly turned to leave;

"Wait!"

The wolf stopped, but did not look behind her. "..You still live in that castle, right?" "...Why."

The rabbit was cautious not to offend. "Could I visit sometime? You gotta hand it to me, I managed to talk my way out of you killing me-" "I am aware, Miss Rose Silvertongue." The rabbit felt emboldened by the nickname. "Maybe I could.. add something to your life? And you mine?"

The wolf seemed to consider for a few moments, before stubbornly reaching into her pocket and retrieving a pen, ripping an old poster from the wall and scribbling something down, before marching over and roughly handing it to the rabbit, before turning back one last time and dissappearing into the shadows.

Gingerly, Rose looked down at what Marta had scribbled. It was an address, and a time;

"Şaru Dornei, Transylvania, Romania. 17th of March. 24:00PM."

Rose smiled softly. The Rabbit was to meet the Wolf at midnight, and she would try her best not to be late.

[lethal-swordsman]

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[lethal-swordsman]

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Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

[lethal-swordsman]

If only what was on the inside matched what was on the outside…

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[lethal-swordsman]

@askalcinadimitrescu

@martadimitrescu

….. Merry Christmas… the both of you..

[lethal-swordsman]

No. I will not allow her to gather more ‘cattle’

…… you’ll see..

@lethal-swordsman Hey, you there.

[lethal-swordsman]

I need her axe first-but I already have what I’m going to give her ready as another gift. She’ll be prepared soon.

@lethal-swordsman Hey, you there.

[lethal-swordsman]

What do you want, lab rat.

@lethal-swordsman Hey, you there.

[lethal-swordsman]

Hmm, grumpy again are we? Do you want to see the dragon again? I’m sure she’ll love to talk to you.

Hey look I did a ref page for marta

[lethal-swordsman]

I wasn’t talking about your physical being, I know you need no armor. But your emotional and mental state however… tells a vastly different story.

Hey look I did a ref page for marta

[lethal-swordsman]

How much armor do you need to feel protected, Cristina?

Hey look I did a ref page for marta

[lethal-swordsman]

“I use to as well. When your mother was with child. With you.”

“I had nightmares of her, holding you in her arms before flinging you off the second floor-watching down below as those creatures, Lycans… tearing you apart as you screamed for us. And she had that….. sickening grin. But the worse ones were when she locked you up in her dungeon and left you to rot…”

“…….I was blind to how deep the rabbit hole of her hatred for man was…. and those nightmares were my awakening… and even I cannot abide the thought of what she would’ve done to you if you were a son, and not a daughter….”

“Tell me…. Have you ever had nightmares like those?”

@martadimitrescu

“Did you ever get nightmares? At any point in your life?”

[lethal-swordsman]

@martadimitrescu

“Did you ever get nightmares? At any point in your life?”

[lethal-swordsman]

“You’re welcome, Marta.”

Portrait of Marta and a child during her time as the child's Governess.

This art is mine, DO NOT REPOST

[lethal-swordsman]

“I do believe your teachings were necessary. So @dragon-arnault don’t Daly on your praise for my daughter. It makes her feel good about herself at the end of the day. Let’s her know she did a job well done.”

Portrait of Marta and a child during her time as the child's Governess.

This art is mine, DO NOT REPOST