Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-3293219-20170201005239

The Gray Fox made her ascent up the stairway, sighing heavily as she reached up and took a hold of her face, tugging hard so that she could rip it off. It might sound like a gruesome image but that's what it felt like to her, tearing the face off of the Gray Fox, ripping their identity away within the blink of an eye... This only left the Dunmer girl underneath, who stepped inside the Master Bedroom of the Manor, clutching the severed head of the Gray Fox as she did so.

Inside her room was her most prized posession, though to her surprise it wasn't how she left it, sat up, scraping away inside a wooden bowl. She saw his pale hands at work once more, prompting her to furrow her brow as she stepped inside, kicking the door shut...

"Sam, what're you doing up at this time?" She asked, getting the young Breton's attention as he looked up. 'Sam' was a young Breton, almost a boy really, only just past the age of twenty. He was rather pale and sickly looking and though he looked tired, he didn't look especially ill, it looked to most like he was just always of ill health.

"Oh, Rayne... I didn't expect you to be back so early." He said, quickly moving the pot aside as she knelt up on the bed, beside him, throwing the cowl onto her night stand as she climbed in next to him.

"I've been... Making potions for you." He yawned, getting her to nod in agreement, sighing heavily as she began to remove her leather armour.

"I don't want you overworking yourself and getting sick, I've got more than enough potions to last me..." She insisted, unbuckling a strap and letting her armour come loose, so she could pull it off of herself.

"I'm only scraping some things together, Rayne, I'm not exactly breaking a sweat..." Sam sighed, glancing over to the scrapings in the pot before falling back against his propped up pillow.

"I wish I could do more, to be honest." He admitted as he watched the leather shirt come off, revealing the many scars and burn marks across the Dark Elf's back. Rayne had quite short hair as it had trouble growing back, the last time it was shaved, it was devistating to see, considering that she didn't want it to be shaved.

She turned around, revealing her rather softly built, yet somewhat scarred face. The scratches on her face were minor, thankfully she wouldn't have been very useful with a large gash on her face, so she was permitted to have minor surface damage.

"Sam, you do enough for me as it is." She sighed, quickly undoing a pouch on her pants and reaching inside it, drawing the vial that the Nightingale had given her before.

"Still... If you want to help me, there is something specific I could use. If you could tell me what the shit this is and how it works, I'd appreciate it." She suggested, hesitant to give it to the sickly Breton.

"Don't get any of it on you, like at all, none on your skin and certainly don't ingest it. It's... A type of poison, apparently it makes people into monsters."

Sam's eyes narrowed as he took the formula, curious as to what it could possibly be, he'd never head of such a thing before... He handled it carefully, examining the liquid inside as he felt Rayne slide into their bed and snuggle up beside him, sharing his fascination with it.

"Hmm... I'll do some tests tomorrow and see what we're up against. It'd be nice to be useful." He said, with a smile, placing the vial, carefully in his bedside table drawer for safe keeping. Sam was quick to glance down as he felt Rayne's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him under the covers, so that she could have him in an embrace. The Breton put up little resistence as he was pulled under.

"It wasn't him... Some nutter called Matthias, still not your Father." She murmured, much to Sam's relief.

"Did you want it to be?" He asked, relaxing into uncertainty as he felt her head rest against his chest.

"Maybe..." She mumbled, slowly lifting her head up and looking him in the eye.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't... The thought of taking him out, after all this time... I know he's your Dad but..."

"He's a monster, I'd do it myself but... I doubt I have the strength to kill him, literally speaking of course, it wouldn't bother me on an emotional level to see him die, after what he did to you."

"Heh, you sound like your brother now." Rayne murmured as she felt Sam's arms slowly wrap around her.

"Good... If I was as strong as him, you wouldn't have half of those scars." He murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

"Mrgh, stop blaming yourself for that, really, you're acting as if you did nothing to help. You saved my life, about time you accept that."

"I know... It's just, every time I look at you, see any of the gifts left on you, I just... remember that that's a gift, courtsey of my indecisiveness. You can put it however you want but so long as I'm bed ridden eighteen hours a day..."

"Sam, I love you. You, not what you could be. I could be more than I am, your Brother could be more than he is...

Your Father to...

You're a good, smart, man...The fact that you did what you did what you did, whilst constantly being ill makes you better than any of us. So stop pitying me and stop pitying yourself, you're just going to have to accept that you're amazing." She mumbled, into his chest as she finished, prompting Sam to sigh.

"You always know what to say..." He murmured, with a smile.

Rayne just gave him a smile, glancing up to do so before going back to resting.

I wish that was the case...