SCAWWY 😱 rondo

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In the tapestry of floriography, the borage flower stands out as a symbol of emotional fortitude and joy. Its star-shaped blue blossoms have carried the weight of courage since Roman times, believed to embolden warriors on the battlefield. Borage flower and leaves are used for fever, cough, and depression.

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Wouldn't wish it on anybody I ever hated, and I've only hated a few people.

[ he doesn't have the capacity to hate usually, but there are a few people that have earned that - and he still wouldn't want to inflict this on them. not even darius. not even mattias, simeon. not even lyblac. ]

I just - we got to come back, see all of you, and I knew you were okay. But I can't see Prim for myself, I can't hold her, so I... all I can think about is her openin' her eyes, when me and Geto went up to cut 'em all down, and her just screamin' as she tried to claw the rope off her neck.

[flameguard]

[ i mean lyblac deserves it

nooo wehh WELL okay listen, as he finishes that, rondo's expression gets more and more upset - and he scoots over finally to just hug him, careful of his injuries but pulling him into his chest anyway. ]

... It - I know this won't make it feel any better, but... surely, it must not have been a reality. I'm so sorry, Alfyn.

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[ she does yeah it's true. but he still wouldn't do it.

there's a deep, shuddering inhale, and then he buries his face into rondo's shoulder and just cries for a bit. he's not ashamed of the vulnerability, but is more relieved to have someone that won't judge him, won't scorn him, won't turn him away or call him a monster, a witch. won't chase him off. ]

I had... I had to kill her, at the end. W-we had to fight every face used against us, and she made them hurt us, too, and you -

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[ nooo wEH baby

rondo's hug immediately tightens - he gives good hugs, the kind of person who is just naturally very warm and strong, but the kind of person who is just safe, too. his heart aches for alfyn, for the idea of having to kill those you care for. he. sure knows what that feels like! it's the worst!

though... as he finishes, he frowns a little further and tightens his arms. ]

...me? [ hmm. worrying. ] ...Alfyn, I've been here this whole time.

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[ alfyn holds onto rondo, gripping on like a lifeline and unashamed of it. if anyone will understand, it's someone else that looks at people and feels for them - and he can tell it from the time spent together just as much from the hug itself. but he can't look at him when he says this.

not because he blames rondo, but maybe because he's worried it'll hurt rondo. ]

... I know. I know, I figured, the moment we came back and saw everybody. But then, you were just like Prim. You were undead, and Delilah, she - she was usin' you, too. And your sword, it wasn't the Sacred Flame.

[ a hiccup of noise, wet and unhappy, and he moves one hand - touching the wound, now patched up, the one that is necrotic and unhappy. the one that rondo would recognize to have come from a sword. ]