When he woke, Kerek didn't immediately remember what had happened. He was stiff and his face stung like a healing wound when he yawned. The room smelt of burning flesh and looking around he saw Morey's prized enchanted dagger laying in the shadows. Someone was sobbing and, upon closer inspection, Kerek saw the breton leaning on Morey's dead body and crying into her hands.
She started and stared at him for a long while, hiccuping before bursting into loud sobs again. "I didn't mean to kill him!" she wailed, burying her face in her hands once more. Kerek moved quickly to her side, noting the marks on the ground which indicated she had tried to drag Morey's body somewhere. "He was just doing those awful things to you! And I- I lost control!"
Kerek looked quickly over his shoulder. If she was this upset over killing one man, that meant she hadn't killed the others. He shushed her and awkwardly rubbed her back, not used to providing comfort.
"He was going to kill you because you saved my life!" She threw herself into Kerek's arms, who lifted his hands in a surrendering motion, staring down at the breton as if she had grown a second head.
"If you don't settle down," Kerek said as gently as he could, "we'll have to kill a whole lot more people." The breton stopped wailing immediately, clamping a hand over her mouth, but did nothing to stop the flow of tears.
Kerek began shaking from nerves and balled his fists as a way to contain it. The urge to comit rose in him again and he pushed it down. "What were you doing with Morey's body?"
The breton uncovered her mouth and moved a hand to the cloth on Kerek's upper arm. "I wanted to give him a proper burial." she whimpered, her nails digging into Kerek's skin. "But he's too heavy. I can't get him up to the hole where I came in." She pointed at a small opening near the ceiling of the cave. "Help me. Please?"
Kerek sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders, working out the kinks from Morey's Paralysis spell. "He won't fit." he explained, "It's a wonder you even fit through there.."
"But I have to-"
"No. You don't. You can just leave him here and escape. The bandits will do something with the body."
"No! I have to do it!"
Kerek turned and glared at the breton. "why are you so gods damned determined to do this?" He growled. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy."
The breton stared up at Kerek, her eyes red and wet from crying. "He doesn't deserve your hatred, either."
It was quiet for a moment, the other bandit's footsteps echoing through the cave. Kerek didn't know what she was thinking. Morey had tried to kill him after all, and if that didn't deserve hatred, what did? Finally, Kerek broke their gaze. "Okay, fine. Let me find a pickaxe."
---
Kerek chopped away at the rocks, trying his best to balance on the rafter and work quickly. The breton squatted near him, kicking rocks to the floor and holding Morey's body still. Slowly, but surely, the hole became big enough for Kerek, which meant it would fit Morey, and definitely the girl.
"Okay, okay. Hand me Morey." Kerek said, setting aside his pickaxe. The breton did her best, but wasn't strong enough to drag the nord. Instead, she moved to the other side of him so that Kerek could get a hold of the body. Kerek rolled Morey's body through the tunnel, the breton following close behind.
Once outside, Kerek set to work putting together a make-shift pyre while the breton girl took Morey's belongings, leaving a single gold coin behind for his ferry into the land of the dead. Kerek pulled Morey's body onto the pyre and jumped down, standing next to the girl as she set fire to makeshift stand. "Feel better?" Kerek asked awkwardly.
The breton took hold of his hand and squeezed. "No."
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Green Eyed [4/?]
Date: 2014-05-02 07:45 pm (UTC)When he woke, Kerek didn't immediately remember what had happened. He was stiff and his face stung like a healing wound when he yawned. The room smelt of burning flesh and looking around he saw Morey's prized enchanted dagger laying in the shadows. Someone was sobbing and, upon closer inspection, Kerek saw the breton leaning on Morey's dead body and crying into her hands.
She started and stared at him for a long while, hiccuping before bursting into loud sobs again. "I didn't mean to kill him!" she wailed, burying her face in her hands once more. Kerek moved quickly to her side, noting the marks on the ground which indicated she had tried to drag Morey's body somewhere. "He was just doing those awful things to you! And I- I lost control!"
Kerek looked quickly over his shoulder. If she was this upset over killing one man, that meant she hadn't killed the others. He shushed her and awkwardly rubbed her back, not used to providing comfort.
"He was going to kill you because you saved my life!" She threw herself into Kerek's arms, who lifted his hands in a surrendering motion, staring down at the breton as if she had grown a second head.
"If you don't settle down," Kerek said as gently as he could, "we'll have to kill a whole lot more people." The breton stopped wailing immediately, clamping a hand over her mouth, but did nothing to stop the flow of tears.
Kerek began shaking from nerves and balled his fists as a way to contain it. The urge to comit rose in him again and he pushed it down. "What were you doing with Morey's body?"
The breton uncovered her mouth and moved a hand to the cloth on Kerek's upper arm. "I wanted to give him a proper burial." she whimpered, her nails digging into Kerek's skin. "But he's too heavy. I can't get him up to the hole where I came in." She pointed at a small opening near the ceiling of the cave. "Help me. Please?"
Kerek sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders, working out the kinks from Morey's Paralysis spell. "He won't fit." he explained, "It's a wonder you even fit through there.."
"But I have to-"
"No. You don't. You can just leave him here and escape. The bandits will do something with the body."
"No! I have to do it!"
Kerek turned and glared at the breton. "why are you so gods damned determined to do this?" He growled. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy."
The breton stared up at Kerek, her eyes red and wet from crying. "He doesn't deserve your hatred, either."
It was quiet for a moment, the other bandit's footsteps echoing through the cave. Kerek didn't know what she was thinking. Morey had tried to kill him after all, and if that didn't deserve hatred, what did? Finally, Kerek broke their gaze. "Okay, fine. Let me find a pickaxe."
---
Kerek chopped away at the rocks, trying his best to balance on the rafter and work quickly. The breton squatted near him, kicking rocks to the floor and holding Morey's body still. Slowly, but surely, the hole became big enough for Kerek, which meant it would fit Morey, and definitely the girl.
"Okay, okay. Hand me Morey." Kerek said, setting aside his pickaxe. The breton did her best, but wasn't strong enough to drag the nord. Instead, she moved to the other side of him so that Kerek could get a hold of the body. Kerek rolled Morey's body through the tunnel, the breton following close behind.
Once outside, Kerek set to work putting together a make-shift pyre while the breton girl took Morey's belongings, leaving a single gold coin behind for his ferry into the land of the dead. Kerek pulled Morey's body onto the pyre and jumped down, standing next to the girl as she set fire to makeshift stand. "Feel better?" Kerek asked awkwardly.
The breton took hold of his hand and squeezed. "No."