Private Tales Drown Me Slow

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Heidi’s chest heaved with anger, and yet, beneath the fury, a cold ache spread through her veins. She had been so sure of him, had fallen so easily back into his arms, sure that things could go back to normal, that he was truly sorry and that maybe they could fix what had been broken. But now? Now all she felt was a bitter, gnawing emptiness that spread deeper with every cold word he spoke to her.

Everything he'd just said to her. Every tear he'd just shed. Apologies he'd made and the love he'd claimed still to have for her?.. It all seemed, empty. And she could feel her heart crack all over again.

“I was already leaving.” The words were quiet, but they cut through the space between them like a blade. She didn’t shout, didn’t allow herself the satisfaction of seeing his face react to her fury. Instead, her voice was steady, too calm.

She paused, her eyes burned with the sting of unshed tears, but she held them back. She wasn’t going to let him see that weakness again. Not after everything he had put her through.

“I thought I knew you,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of disappointment. “I thought you were someone I could trust, someone I could—" She stopped herself, her throat tightening as the words became too much to say. She shook her head, her expression hardening. “But I don’t know you anymore. I don’t think I ever did.”

She looked back, her eyes locked onto his, a fierce pain swimming behind them, and her voice, though strained, remained unwavering. “Go back to your Vel Anir. Leave this place behind, Lachlan. If you ever come back here again, don’t look for me..” Her heart couldn't take it.

She turned, biting back the sorrow that threatened to break her, and took a few steadying steps away from him. She didn’t look back, knowing that if she did, she would crumble.
 
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He wanted to leave. So badly, he wanted to show Heidi that he was indifferent to it all, that he was simply a Dreadlord and learned to stop feeling.

But he was in mourning.

Lachlan had lost himself, to turmoil, to darkness, to isolation, and to show for it all, he had changed. It had been some years since he had left here and gone to the Academy. Prominent years that he should have learned about taking over from his Nana to run the family and it's legacy of business in gambling. Instead, he was tortured until he could push through and fight.

He had loved and pined for Heidi for so long, the distance from her turned too suffocating. She deserved better. Deserved someone that didn't find solace in the dark depths of the night and his mind. Heidi was someone that needed a man, not a boy that was robbed of happiness in order to become a weapon. In the wake of Revolution, still he felt a pawn.

There was still the eye of the Archon that first saw Lachlan and his magic. He still had to meet them now that he had graduated. He was going to tell Heidi about it, but he had gotten caught up in the nostalgia of holding her and having that heart to heart... until his true heart was bared.

Because his mind had shown the cards that he had given up on himself.

Heidi was right, she never did know him. He had kept so much away from her, even as kids, because how dare he try to dampen her sunshine with his storm clouds?


Lachlan was very drunk.

The Siren's Swain had never seen the likes of this patronage in some months, but the return of the Irwin heir and his cousins and their trusted friends were putting their money into this pub. Night after night, they had stayed open into the minutes before dawn, and that was when Lachlan would walk himself home.

Girls had often stayed around, hoping they would be offered his company, but they always got the bitterness and spite from Lachlan. His cousins, however, were happy to entertain them, and soon the group would meander towards a home that was not his own.

The docks had looked inviting, but so was the beach near his home. The water always called to him, as if he were a fish that learned how to leave the depths and walk on land. It called him home, just like a siren's song, and he was too much of a fool deep in his cups to ignore.

Dawn would be pretty, he thought, as he decided to go to the docks. Never mind that the sun wouldn't be rising from this side of the island.
 
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