#Why did rogier have to die I’m so sad

[ricejukr]

Hi I wrote the story finally. Here it is, enjoy! (Love you all you Rogier lovers 💗)

Hold me close, please.

Wulfwyn is a young tarnished. Draconian, her class is prisoner, and she knows only a few spells. She has the ability to have prophetic dreams. Most are dreams of doom, death, or despair. She, however, cannot die, for she has grace. Her immortality has only made her feel more grief than ever. Watching those she cares for die around her, has taken a toll on her very spirit. Rogier is the light in her life, staying close to her and holding her close to him.. literally. He gives her strength and courage to keep moving onto the next day. 

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Character is prisoner, wears the clothes but not the headgear. Name is Wulfwyn. You have picked up some heavier armor, which is in the beginning. Also, I think each race should have a special power. Since the character is draconian, I think greyoll’s roar should be apart of a power she has, needing no special attributes. Character goes with she/her and is female. Also AU is before he could go study godwyn’s face you basically stop him. Also, obviously spoilers.

This Fic goes out to all my rogier lovers, he’s my fav. I love him. He’s so cute. There’s fluff and angst, but the angst is lighter I would have to say. Also this is a named character, but I think anyone could technically be Wyn. Honestly. With that said, enjoy.

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Chapter 1

The fight with Margit was one of many failed attempts. You danced with your blade alongside the mysterious summon by the name of Sorcerer Rogier. Each time he saw you die. Each time he saw you fight. You fought with a long curved sword. It was the Bloodhound’s Fang. A curved great sword, a beauty in your hands. Truly one of your favorite swords. Rogier had a rapier. And of course, his magic. You caught him glimpse at you several times during that fight. You found that he got a bit distracted. He would stumble a little when Margit attacked him. You tried to hold back a smile. 

After a long while, you began to get the hang of the fight. Your moves became more graceful, as you moved around Margit with great ease. Finally, with one swift motion, he was gone. You only caught a glimpse of Rogier after Margit was gone. Only a glimpse. You thought you saw a smirk. And you moved on. 

You huffed, your armor was so heavy on you right now. You just wanted to get away from the guards, and the weird omen guy and just.. everything. Your heart was racing as you got slashed at from every corner, swiftly dodging it with your rolls. You spotted an doorway, and quickly rolled into it and rolled behind the wall. Thank god they lost track of you. You sighed as you removed your helmet. Your dark hair braided messily was let free from the sweaty confines of the helmet. You noticed eyes on you. You looked up to see a man in a pleasantly green and brown sorcerers outfit smiling at you faintly. It was the Sorcerer from earlier. He looked a little worried to see you in such a frazzled state. He noticed you saw him and spoke,

“Ah. I apologize for staring. Are you alright?” He curiously stared at you.

“Y-yeah. I’m quite fine. Just a little shaken up, is all.” You nervously chuckled and looked back down. 

The air was quiet in the room. The sorcerer had a gentle gaze placed on you. The adrenaline slowly subsided, and you felt an intense burning sting on your arms and your legs. You slumped to the floor as though you suddenly couldn’t move.

“Ah!” You breathed through your teeth. 

“Hush hush, we may alert the guards. Let me see you.” He hushed you.

He began to carefully pull the armor off. It bought you back to your attire before, the blouse and the boots. He made haste of treating some large gnashes on your legs and arms. The sorcerer also saw the burns on your arm. They were bad. He quickly came to you. He took something that looked like the grease that coated your swords and gently grabbed your arm.

“This is going to hurt a lot, but please. Stay silent.” He looked into your eyes. You could see how beautifully green they were. You felt your face become warm.

He grabbed the grease and slowly rubbed it onto your arm. You winced in pain, as you felt tears streaming down. You began to breath heavy as he put more on your burns. You almost passed out from the pain, but he finished and bandaged your arm with cloth. He repeated this with all your wounds. Wrapping them gently.

“You’ll feel better soon. I promise.” He said.

“Oh and.. I never got to ask your name.” His face lit up a little.

“Oh.. my name is Wulfwyn, but call me Wyn.” You shook his hand with your not burnt hand. He smiled.

“My name is Rogier. Sorcerer Rogier.” He said.

Chapter 2

“What a lovely name.” You said. 

So this is definitely the guy from earlier.

“Thank you.” He looked at you with that same smile.

“Wyn, do you study sorcery?” He asked. 

“I do not. I’m not smart enough for that stuff. I do have incantations, and my lovely little wolves.” You smiled weakly.

“Ah. I see.” The smile disappeared a bit.

“I’m sorry. I just haven’t ever been able to figure those out. Nor can I wield a staff. I have my finger seal, though.” You showed him the bright golden seal in your hand. 

“How queer.” His smile faintly appeared again.

“I study sorcery. Though I am interested in finding out more about the black knife assassins.” Rogier said.

You didn’t hear him very well though, as you felt the fatigue overwhelm you. He sighed when he realized you weren’t listening.

“Tis’ late, Rogier.” You weakly said.

“Ah, it is.” He looked outside from where you both sat.

“I have not slept in a while, apologies.” You slowly blinked.

“Think nothing of it Wyn. Let us rest a while.” He said gently. 

He began to undo the intricate string of jewelry upholding his cloak, he set it to the side. He carefully took the cloak off, and handed it to you. You looked at him with sleepy surprise, but took it without saying anything. You put it over yourself. He began to faintly hum a tune, as you drifted to sleep. You swore you knew the tune. Just didn’t know where it was from. So familiar.. 

And you were asleep. You dreamt of Godrick, which in your mind you thought he looked like a bunch of hands. He screamed at you and crawled at you as you ran from him. The exit to this place was so close, you ran as fast as you could. Godrick screamed louder, and your breathe went faster, you ran but it was not enough! Just before your hand reached the door Godrick screamed and he- You gasped awake. Rogier sat still reading a book. His hat hid his gaze. He was watching you, intently. Trying to hide a smile as he looked up at you. You shifted awkwardly, still tired but blushing. 

“What?” You looked up at him.

“Oh, nothing.” He smirked at you. 

“Did I do anything weird? Say, anything embarrassing??” You said.

Rogier chuckled a little, “No, not really. More of something funny. You were murmuring about Godrick chasing after you. You squealed softly, I had to hold back my laughter if not to wake you.” He smiled. 

“Well yes, he came at me and screamed at me while I tried to run for a door.” You shivered. 

You slumped back down and held Rogier’s cloak tight. A light smell came off of it, though you couldn’t make out what it was. It was pleasant.

“Aside from your silly dream, I think we should move away from here.” He said. “I noticed before you woke that there was a giant they moved into the castle. How wretched.” His gaze was off in the distance outside of the room.

“Yes, we should move now then.” You began to get up.

“We must be quiet, though. I wouldn’t enjoy bumping into any guards.” He sighed looking outside again, and then back to you.

You both stood as you steadied your armor back on you. 

“That armor makes you look quite scary, with your face generally being quite the opposite.” Rogier had a nervous look on his face when you picked up the bloodhound’s fang.

You gave him a menacing look.

“I did not mean you any ill, though. You still look quite a lady with it as well.” He said with a tinge of red on his cheeks.

You said nothing, slightly flustered. You moved out of the small church slowly, quietly. You passed the exiled guards. There were at least 10 of them. That along with the wretched dogs and an omen. You and Rogier slipped past them. You slipped into a room. There stood a woman. She looked like she was a tarnished. The woman wore hero’s clothes, and stood over a body. She was mumbling grievances to a dead guard.

You spoke to her, “Excuse me?”

“Oh.. greetings. I am Nepheli Loux. Tarnished and warrior, like you. I'm here by decree of my father. How utterly repellant this is... This "grafting" of Godrick's ill befits a Lord. He's tainted the very winds."

"If you intend to challenge Godrick, I ask you call upon me. The winds run could with his deeds. I'm certain father would permit me aid the fight." She said.

“I am Wulfwyn. This is my friend here, Rogier.” You smiled at her and Rogier popped his head out from behind you.

“I am also on my way to slay Godrick. This grafting nonsense is ludicrous. I will be sure to summon you when the time comes.” You said.

“Very well.. be careful, Wulfwyn. Stay vigilant.” Nepheli replied.

You and Rogier crept past the giant Rogier said he had seen earlier. No way you could defeat it. You both stepped into a hallway, and saw the mist. Godrick was here. You got to a site of grace in the side room in the hallway. Rogier said he couldn’t see it. You began to take off your armor again, as you felt uncomfortable wearing it. You could tell he was watching you undo the bits of metal.

“You must be a tarnished, then.” He said with a slight blush.

“Yes. I am.” You looked at him, his features only gazing back at you with the purest interest.

“And.. you can see grace? Yes?” He looked at you.

“Yes, I can.” You said.

“I.. I lost the guidance of Grace long ago.” Rogier smiled at you, lightly.

“I see.” You studied his expression, the same somber smile he held when you first saw him. Unchanging.

“Rogier.. that tune.. what was it? It was so lovely, yet.. so sad.” Your eyes felt cloudy. 

“Ah.. yes. You’ve probably heard it from the wandering merchants of this land. I find the melody to be beautiful and sad. Through my travels, I’ve heard many songs.” He looked up at the brick ceiling as if there were a sky above you both.

“I really do enjoy that melody.” You said.

“Wyn, I want to know something about you.” Rogier said.

“Like what?” You looked at him.

“Anything.” He replied.

“..well.. I’m tarnished, you know that, though. I can remember parts of my youngest years. I am draconian. Or at least part. I have ties to the dragon communion in my past. My eyes are like a dragon’s. That’s all I can recall.” You said.

“Interesting.” Rogier said.

“..Rogier?” You said coyly.

“Wyn?” He replied.

“May you.. hold me? And.. sing the tune again? I find myself fearing what’s to come. I don’t know if I can keep straining myself like this.” You looked down.

“…I am.. slightly taken aback by your request, but not in a bad way. I’m just.. surprised, is all. But I will fulfill your wish.” He said.

You scooted nearer to him, and he took you in his arms. You rest your head on his lap, as he began to hum the tune of the wandering traders. You felt as though you were back in your mother’s arms, holding you to her chest, humming to you her tunes. Before you knew it, you were asleep again.

Ch 3

You awoke to a sleeping Rogier who had taken off his hat and the head wrap. This was the first time you saw him without his hat on. He had  short, wavy auburn hair. It looked nice. You brought your arm up to touch his hair, and it was silky. You trailed your hand gently along his face. His eyes fluttered open, but you did not move your hand. He looked at you, silent and sleepy. You trailed your hand further down to his chin, and back to yourself.

“You looked so peaceful.” You sighed.

“Why did you wake me then?” Rogier smirked.

“I.. I don’t know.” You said.

Rogier breathed out a small laugh. He grabbed your hand gently and put it back to his face. He slowly bent over you, and placed a kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes as the kiss deepened. Rogier slowly pulled away. You stared into his eyes.

“Ah.. I got.. carried away there. Apologies.” You said.

“It’s no matter.” He replied with a blush. He touched his cheeks with his gloved hands.

You both looked outside. It was still dark. You nestled up next to him.

“I’m still very tired..” you yawned.

“As am I.” Rogier said.

You both fell back to sleep. You dreamt of Melina holding your hand and speaking to you, asking for your thoughts, ambitions, etc. She looked you in the eyes. “Slay him. Godrick must die.” She said to you. And suddenly, the world shifted around you both, as you saw her becoming more dark looking. Her hair was an untamed mess, she opened her closed eye to reveal the purple-tinted iris. The world stopped. She spoke to you.

“The path such as yours, does not follow the frenzy flame.” The world spun.

“The path such as yours, does not follow the death prince, the moon or the stars, the golden order, or the curse.” She said.

“What am I to do?” You said.

“Find purpose.”

Your eyes fluttered.

You opened them.

A terrifying scene was around you. Blood. Everywhere. You looked at yourself, though. No blood. You felt relieved, until you realized Rogier wasn’t there. Your breathing became heavy as you looked frantically for a body. Irrationality had taken over your mind, and you were far beyond saneness. You dropped to the floor and sobbed, thinking that something might’ve killed him. 

“..Wyn?” Said a voice to you.

You looked up quickly through tears.

“R-rogier! I-i thought s-something happened to you and-“ you were breathing hard.

“No. I took care of one of those knights. He found us and was about to attack, so I slashed him.” He said.

You crawled to him, feeling weak and frail from the shock. You held onto his legs. Tears slowly ran down your face.

“Why did you go mad when I wasn’t there?” He said looking down at you.

“I..” you let go of him. 

“I have a very hard time with attachment..” You said.

“Why do you feel ashamed of that?” He said.

“Before this happened, before the exiling of the tarnished.. my life was one of sadness, simply put. I was a girl living alone. With dragons. Greyoll was like my mother. She was not really my mother, but only served as one. A girl with nappy brown hair was I. Unbathed, illiterate, and feral- simply put. I knew of one thing. Dragon magic. At the time I felt afraid. Not expression for I couldn’t speak. I was able to roar like Greyoll. Until a noble came along. He stole me away from my family. I cried as they took me away on their horse. Greyoll tried to go after me, but couldn’t leave her area as the dragon mother. They stuck me with the rest of their nobles, forcefully teaching me to read and write. I practiced the art of fencing at what I assume was age 15. I grew tired of the nobles. Sick of all the treatment. So I killed them. Using my rapier. Blood stained the furnishings. It was a truly horrifying sight. I ran away as fast as I could, running as far as I could. I wanted to see Greyoll again. My true mother. My only mother. I remember running. The next 9 years of my life are blank. I just know that somehow, I ended up in prison. And then it went black.” You finished the story with a cold, dead look on your face.

“I.. I see.” Rogier was speechless.

You only looked at him through your long bangs. In shame, and in uncertainty. You’ve never told anyone before. Your life surrounded by death, and killing. A sweet girl that you are, but as equally deadly. Ripped from the one you loved. Taken away. Shoved into a new environment in which you were expected to cope. You felt ashamed of that. Extremely. You hung your head low. 

Rogier sat down on the floor next to you. 

“That has happened a while ago, has it not?” He said softly.

You could only nod.

“Then let us not dwell there. You are new, think of yourself as a baby. Fresh to the world. What’s happened before does not matter now. I am here with you, and you have not killed me. Your skills are quite useful here in the lands between.” His words, reassuring and kind. 

You still would not look at him. 

“Wyn, please look at me.” He said.

“I cannot..” You kept your head down.

Suddenly, Rogier wrapped his arms around you. You tried to struggle free, but he would not let go. 

“R-Rogier-! L-let me go!” You said.

“Not until you will look at me.” He said sternly.

“F-fine- I’ll look at you!” You said.

He let go of you, and watched as you put your head up to look at him. Your eyes were puffy and red from tears, and you looked tired. Your braid was coming undone as well. He could only smile with you looking at him so shyly. It was very cute.

“What?” You said.

“You look so pretty like that.” He said.

“You aren’t making me feel better.” You furrowed your brow.

“Let me hold you.” Rogier said.

“Why? Are you trying to become Fia or something?” You had a slight smirk.

“Maybe I am.. Great champion.. let me hold you..” He mocked the way Fia talked. You laughed a little.

“See? You’re okay.” He said.

“…I would… like to be held.. though.” You hesitated.

“Then rest yourself on me.” Rogier pulled you to him like the last few nights. 

It was different from the other nights though, as you held onto him more tightly than usual. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You can’t remember when you felt the warmth and kindness of someone like this before, if ever. You felt your eyes tear up, as the same tears began to fall down your face as you cried. Rogier held you close to himself as he rubbed your back with his hands to give you some sort of comfort. 

“There there.. all will be fine. If you would like we can leave to somewhere safer tomorrow morning. I just need you to sleep.” He said.

You nodded, and looked up at him as you wiped your tears. You looked at him, studied him, almost. You pulled your arms out from around him, and moved them to his face. You took your left hand and ran your fingers through his hair, it was soft. You put your hands on his cheeks. You planted a kiss on his lips. Rogier looked at you with a blush.

“Don’t worry, I will.” You said.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you were having. Then, a dream. The lands between fading, turning to ash before your eyes. The world burned with a flame unlike any other. Flame of frenzy. Screams of those dying ached throughout the land. Rogier was standing in front of you, and he turned to you. There was a terrible, horrified look on his face, as you saw tears stream down his face as he ran toward you. “Wyn? Is- is that you?” He said.

“Yes? What’s the matter?” You asked.

“Please, whatever you do, do not let us leave. You began to go insane after.. after I nearly died.” He looked at you.

You could only feel tears stream down your face as well. He came forward, and touched your face with his hands. He suddenly embraced you. 

“Promise me you won’t let us leave.” His voice was strained.

You awoke suddenly the next morning slumped up against Rogier who was reading.

“Ah, you’re up.” He said with a smile as he turned a page of his book.

“..yes.” You said.

“Well.. I think we should probably pack our stuff so we can be off soon.” Rogier said.

“Rogier.. let’s.. not leave.” You said with a look of anguish.

“Did something happen?” He asked.

“I.. I had a dream. The whole world was in flames. Frenzied flame. You were there, and you told me I went mad and that I became the frenzied flame lord. You asked me to promise you we wouldn’t leave.” You said as you felt your eyes well up with tears.

“Ah.. I.. um.. we’ll stay then.” He said with a worried look on his face.

“It was horrible.. the world was burning around me.. everything. Screams and moans of the living could be heard throughout the entirety of the lands between.. I..” You felt yourself beginning to cry.

“It was just a dream, let’s just stay put.” Rogier said in an attempt to calm you down. 

You sat still for a moment, thinking.

“..I think I’m ready to fight Godrick.” You said.

“Go for it. Best of luck to you. I’ll be here waiting.” Rogier said getting back to his book.

You put your armor on with a newly determined glint in your eyes. You stepped out of the room and used the summon sign for Nepheli. The time was now. You coated your sword with blood grease, and stepped into the mist. You rang your spirit calling bell, and summoned your wolves. Here he was, Godrick. Disgusting as he was, his entrance was flashy. He swung his giant sword and axe with his repulsive hands. Nepheli readied herself, and the fight was on. You rolled away as much as you could from his efforts to hit you, he was strangely focused on Nepheli. She was doing well, and then you got hit, hard. You quickly downed one of your flasks. You ran, swung your sword, and stunned him. As fast as you could, you hit him hard. Suddenly, you stepped back as he began to scream, and cut off his arm. He took the dragon head, and horrifyingly put it on the arm that was long gone. The dragon began to stir, and was alive. It began to spew fire as Godrick screamed:

“Bear witness!” 

You quickly tried to dodge the dragon fire, but your efforts were for nothing, as you felt yourself fade into ashes. 

You woke up around the site of Grace where Rogier made a squeal noise when he saw you lying there. 

“Ugh…” you said.

“How in the world did you get there??” He said.

“I died..” you said rubbing your head.

“..I see.. does that.. always happen?” He asked.

“Yes.” You said plainly.

“um.. okay..” he said.

“I’m gonna go back in.” You said.

“Good luck! Do be careful.” He said.

Try as you may and try as you might, you died a couple of more times. Your 4th try, you finally were successful. You laughed in pure joy with Nepheli smiling by your side as she returned to her world. You ran into the room Rogier was in with the site of grace.

“Rogier!” You beamed.

“Oh Wyn, you’re back.” He smiled.

“I did it!” You huffed.

“Are you serious?” He said.

“Yes! Godrick is dead!” You said.

“Wyn! You’re amazing!” He laughed as he hugged you tightly.

You could only blush and smile. You felt ecstatic. Rogier then let go. He looked at you nervously with a blush.

“Wyn.. I would like to court you. You may decline, of course, but this is merely my declaration of love to you.” He said.

“Are you.. serious?” You said.

“Yes, I am.” He smiled.

“Rogier- of course!” You returned a smile to him.

You took off your helmet and ran at Rogier and planted a kiss on his lips. You nearly knocked him over, the two of you smiling and laughing. A moment of bliss like this wasn’t common there anymore, so you both wanted to relish in the feelings as long as possible.

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hiiii this isn’t my first fic but I’m definitely working on it, so cut me some slack if it’s not in your interest. This was like read over twice, but there’s some errors in there. I hope you did like it though. I think I may do a part 2 involving you and Rogier getting married at the turtle church :3 so stay tuned… maybe..