concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (132)
alfyn greengrass! ([personal profile] concoctive) wrote 2024-06-24 01:55 pm (UTC)

[ he hiccups miserably, trying not to scrub at the cut on his face as he rubs at his eyes. it - helps, in some way. iwatooshi is very, very old, but he's not like the immortals that they've had to fight. he's een a lot, surely, and known many even before scawwy was having its foundations built.

it dulls the pain, if only a little. but every little bit of kindness is a gem to someone like alfyn. he will blame himself, but... he'll try to leave that path to let go of the feeling.
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She... she didn't want to disappear. But Miguel, he was givin' me poisons when I was tryin' to make the medicines to help her - the woman that was... that was behind it all, she did somethin'. She was there, at first, when he brought me there. Asked me to try and treat her, 'cause nobody else would. She was...

Her magic was wrong. It made me want to leave. But I couldn't, not when she was so small, and scared. [ he shakes his head vigorously at the idea. ] But I think... it was an illusion. I didn't realize that it was - that anythin' was poisoned until the little girl was dead, and I was holdin' somethin' I'd never give a patient.

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