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3 yrs ago
Current Just to inform all my partners I will be taking a short break whilst I move home. Responses and replies will return once I am settled.
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4 yrs ago
How do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? (This darn song is stuck in my head T.T)
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4 yrs ago
Welp, now to wait for the next patch of FFXIV ;A;
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5 yrs ago
Expect delays with replies as FFXIV Shadowbringers has come out <3
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Suki
April 22nd
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Haha good for Cas! Fighting back! I expect nothing less~

I thought it would be interesting for Iris to think he is dead from the sounds of gunfire. Especially as she likes to blame herself for it all haha. I was thinking the guard that helps will tell her no he is still alive for now~
There it was the fight back that Ethan had wanted. It was no fun just using someone as a punching bag even if he was pissed off with the Prince. The little bit of fight excited him, it meant he could easily continue on rolling with the punches for a bit. Who cared if the Prince had a few more bruises? It was not like the Capital would get the badly beaten body back. They thought he was dead already, so this was borrowed time, a chance for them to have some extra fun with him before they ultimately killed him.

“HAH! You do have some fight. Not some sort of sissy.” Spitting out his words as he watched Caspain tried to regain his composure, stable himself after the hits Ethan had aimed his way. “Awh… I’m sorry. Am I hurting you?” Pretending to care as the sarcasm laced his voice, each word mimicking a girly tone as if insinuating he was some sort of wuss. The adrenaline had to have hit Caspain before Ethan didn’t dodge the hit to his face, the punch collided with quite a bit of force and the shock alone stunned him. The pain hadn’t registered, but he could taste blood. The iron taste now on his tongue as he realised the punch had cut the inside of his lip.

“What is this going to accomplish Prince?” Hissing out the words as blood spluttered from his mouth, droplets of blood staining his worn white shirt as opened his mouth as if trying to attain the damage to his jaw from the hit. He could still move his jaw which was a good sign, but it had been a powerful punch. The Prince could pack quite the hit, which was clear, but Ethan had the upper hand even with his injured leg. Ethan hadn’t been on the run no doubt scrounging for whatever scraps of food they could find. The thought of the Prince slumming it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction as he took a few steps towards the Prince a grin across his face.

“How have you enjoyed life? I’m sure it’s not what you expected. No food, shelter. You’ve been living like the dog you are.” Smirking to himself as Ethan became rather smug with himself as he reached out grabbing Caspains wrist beneath his fingers. A vice like grip ensued as he tried to crush the bone in his wrist, force it to snap as he harshly pulled Caspain towards the floor. Ethan wanted to tower over him, show him who was boss and when he was on the floor perhaps, he would finally kill him. After all he wasn’t going to give out any information so was, he needed anymore?

“What a brilliant idea if I do say so myself.” Reaching back into his pocket with his other hand he pulled out the gun, first he aimed it towards Caspains heart as if he was going to shot. Finger on the trigger as his eyes burned with anger. Ethans fingers began to squeeze but at the last second, he aimed the gun to the Princes leg and shot without hesitation wondering just want the Prince would do now.

Iris felt herself jump in the seat; she had thought she heard a gunshot before but that sounded like another. Had they killed him? Trembling she felt everything go slow even as she gripped the box in her hands, colour drained from her face as the realisation that they may have actually just killed the Prince washed over her. No. No. They can’t have.

“Hear that, that’s the sound of time running out. I’ll have you escorted to your room. Feel free to get changed and get some rest. Ethan has big plans for you tomorrow Especially with what sounds like the Prince being dead.”

Although Iris heard his words, they didn’t register. She felt cold, they couldn’t have killed him, surely it was just an interrogation. Surely, he was still alive, no. She refused to believe he was dead until she saw the body. By this point as she was stuck in her own thoughts someone had already pushed her out of the chair and dragged her along to wherever else she was going now. Even though they had handled her roughly it didn’t get any sort of reaction from her, she was just pulled along like some ragdoll. It was strange because she knew what was happening around her, but it didn’t feel real. Even as they walked down the hall, even as she was now pushed into what looked like a bedroom. It wasn’t real. Iris was too focused on Caspain, that he had to be alive. Though Ethans fathers’ words crossed her mind ones more, time running out. The Prince dead. Dropping to her knees in the empty bedroom the box feels from her shaking hands, tears left her eyes as she began to sob already blaming herself for his death.

I killed him. This is my fault. Caspain is dead.
Look at Cas, bless his little heart!! Ethan will shoot, I'm just leading up to it rather than having him shoot him and be done with it.
Ethan couldn’t help but laugh as Capsain played up like he was in power here, as if he was strong and he had to admit he did like seeing the courage from him. It was no fun when they had no life left in them, no fight as they just let him practically beat them up. “Well. It’s still your choice for a painful death or you know… something more civil if you give us information.” It was an absurd promise of course because he wasn’t going to give any sort of mercy, not the man he loathed with his entire being.

“Well, if you’re so sure about me doing whatever I plan.” Shrugging as if it was no big deal to him, he looked at Caspain as he continued to brandish the gun, playing with it in his fingertips as he kept an eye on Caspain out the corner of his eye. “So, I’m going to get no information from you? None at all?” Without hesitation he used the gun and shot at Caspains feet, no intention to hit him but more to scare him in hopes for a slip of the tongue. For any piece of information that could help.

Taking to his feet he moved around the table and placed himself in front of Cas, his fist was clenched, and he aimed a punch to his gut. Then he aimed another to his face happily releasing his anger through blows as he tried to use Caspain as a punching bag. A part of him hoping for some fight back, the gun was stowed away in his inside pocket safely until he would shoot Caspain. Perhaps tonight would be the night he killed him; it would be the end of all of his troubles with the Prince gone. “Oh ho, calling me a bitch. That’s rich coming from a spoilt little shit like you.” Unable to stop himself from growling as he felt a new wave of anger flow through him.

Iris doesn’t love him. She will love me. Not him. Father has said so anyway. As if trying to remind himself that they could never have been in love, their confession had clearly gotten the better of him. “Tell me you would have sentenced her to death. Say it.” A crazed look passed through his face, the glint in his eyes as he raised his fist to go in for another punch. Ethan looked like some sort of crazed animal and was acting like one, all he was missing was the foaming of the mouth to signal the anger.

“What do you want?” Iris couldn’t help but ask, the whisper leaving her lips as she sat down on the other side of the desk from Ethans father.

“Come now, there is no need for the hostility. After all I thought you looked at me like a father once.” Calm spoken Ethans father offered a warm smile to Iris, reaching out as he grabbed a white box handing it to her. “I know he’s hurt you. His temper can get the better of him, but that’s because he doesn’t have you in his life to keep him on track. This fling with the Prince is nothing. I don’t think you’ve fully recovered from the trauma you faced.”

N-No… that’s no..

Cutting her off swiftly he held up his hand to silence her, a rather dark look crossed his eyes as he looked down at Iris. “There is only one option here. The other will ultimately be your death and I don’t want that. Your father won’t want that.” Leaning back in the chair he clasped his hands together as he nodded to the box for her to open. “A gift. You are to wear it now and for tomorrow you will be having dinner with Ethan. It will be a romantic dinner and you will be happy. You will enjoy yourself.”
Yeeees! It's going to be good on both ends I'm sure~

I haven't really thought out what I Was doing on Iris' side, but I will think of something :3
“Oh, I really would, hence I asked.” Ethan spat as he moved over to the Prince aiming a swift kick to Caspains side with his good leg, he was more than happy to beat out the answers from him. Ethan had no qualms with maiming, harming or killing him because ultimately, he was getting his wish. The rebels were getting their wish and that was to be rid of this monarchy. Hopefully rid of the famine, the unjust and poor. Districts could get some money; they could rebuild and hopefully with it a better life for everyone. Not just the rich, although Ethan would be lying if he didn’t want that for himself. A nice life, someone who loved him and potentially even a family. The riches, however, did tempt him.

“You know she doesn’t love you.” Venomous words as he spoke eyes glaring at the Prince clearly unhappy with their brief display of affection. Ethan was not a fan, he honestly felt cheated and to him it was all this Princes fault. Ethan didn’t want to believe for a second that Iris loved the Prince, he had to keep telling himself that it had to do with the amnesia. That the trauma had messed her up and this was why she wasn’t herself. The minute she’d be torn from the Prince, taken away from everything about the Capital she surely had to come to her senses. “How could she love you, if you’d have known her identity in the Capital you would have killed her.”

Trying to keep his voice calm he glanced around the small room they used to interrogate prisoners. A table was sat in the middle with two chairs at opposite sides. The door was locked, and Ethan knew he could take himself in a fight against Caspain, especially as the Prince was in a worse state than him. “Can you tell me honestly you would have loved her back in the Capital. You can never work. You know this.” Ethans words were more trying to convince himself that there would never be anything between them, “It’s not like you were serious with each other anyway.” Shrugging it off as he folded his arms. “You know you can make this easier on yourself, if you talk, I won’t hurt you. You know the drill with these things.” Waving his hand as if he was bored before it reached inside his suit jacket pulling out the gun from earlier as he twirled the weapon in his fingers.

“I will use this.” Aiming the gun towards Caspain as he watched him, giving the Prince a chance to discuss the military and answer his questions.

The other rebel who had been escorting Iris stopped at the door, nodding for her to go inside as he kept guard outside. The rebel was there in case she did decide to run, but she hadn’t. It seemed she had more sense. Sighing to herself Iris looked at the door before pushing it open to reveal some sort of office with Ethans father sat at the desk waiting for her. Nerves ebbed away in her stomach as she looked over at him, he had always been nice but with how violent his son was she couldn’t help but worry.

“Welcome Iris, it’s been a while. Please, take a seat.”

Bless his little heart though. Ethan is deffo not happy hahaha, he can't wait to hurt Caspain xD
Iris felt sick when they spoke about interrogating him, sure the Capital probably had bad techniques but so did the rebels. Iris shad never wanted to know about them, information was key of course, but the way they would get the information always put her on edge because it wasn’t right. “N-No… Ethan please. Don’t hurt him anymore, what gain would it be?” Unable to stop herself from pleading, she hated the idea of him getting hurt when already he had been through so much. At the end of it all he was going to be killed, why torture him before that? Though Ethan didn’t care, she could see it in his eyes even as she pleaded it sparked no form of emotion other than anger.

“Well then walk.” Ethan snapped ignoring her please for his safety, he didn’t care what she thought. After all they were going to kill him, right after they had gotten the information they needed. When he was dead Iris would mourn, be devastated knowing that she had nothing left to live for so of course it made it easier to manipulate her to stay with him. There would be no choice as she didn’t know about her father yet, perhaps the information of both deaths would be easier.

Iris flt her heart hammering away, tears welled in her eyes as Ethan dragged Caspain away. Clambering off of the bed ignoring the other rebel who had come to escort her to see his father she reached out to Cas, even as the rebel grabbed her stopping her from getting any further. “Cas.” Panicked she found it difficult to breathe, but whatever strength he had mustered she watched as he ran back to her and out of instinct, she wriggled out of the rebel’s grasp. Who cared how long they had been together? Right now, she was potentially losing what people could call the one, someone she knew made her happy even in the darkest of days.

Returning his kiss out of desperation she didn’t want to let him go, she wanted to hold him to just hide away from everything and feel the safety of his arms, but that was not on the cards for them. Their fate was to be separated and it hurt her, it pained her chest knowing that this could be the last time they saw one another. “Cas… I.” The sudden confession made her dizzy and in usual circumstances she would have flushed, been embarrassed probably even laughed nervously but they didn’t get to have that luxury of being embarrassed over a confession. “I love you too Cas, I will always love you.” Panicked because she wanted to make sure he heard her, her voice high, wavering from holding back her emotions but she felt a rush of emotion at telling him how she felt. If he was going to die, she wanted him to know he was loved by someone.

Though the confession only worsened Ethans mood and he dragged Caspain without a word. A dangerous glint in his eye as he shot a look at Iris, “I will deal with you later.” As much as he tried to conceal the hurt in his voice, the anger and despair could be heard as he shoved Caspain along leading him towards one of the interrogation rooms. At least he could take his anger out on the Prince, information gathering would go well whilst he was in a mood. Kicking open the door he pushed the Prince inside before slamming the door shut, two rebels standing outside to keep watch just in case things got heated.

Eyes glared down at the Prince as he clenched his fists shaking trying to regain some sort of composure, “So Prince. Tell me about your military.”
Awh omg that was so sweet of him! I was thinking they'd maybe be split until everything goes mad? When that happens maybe Iris makes her way back to him in hopes to break him free and that's when the soldier helps them out by unlocking his cell?
Awesome!! I love it when things just work out like that~
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