Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160414174046/@comment-24141785-20160418233409

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Shakti furrowed a brow, looking over the Breton anxiously. Though he was hideously scarred due to the facial burn, there was a beauty to him as well.

"Does Shakti know you? From somewhere? Are you perhaps with the group we were set to find?" The moment that she uttered those words, it was as if his breath had been taken away from him. He was stunned in shock, watching as the life he always wanted faded away right in front of his eyes. Those words pierced deeply into his psyche as he stared at his former lover, longing for a sign of banter. Longing for a sign of hope...

She's...lost her memory...

Gabriel looked thoughtfully into his cup, trying to stay collected as he thought about the fucked situation. So many thoughts raced around his mind, and there wasn't enough time to understand them. How did she lose her memory? When did she lose her memory? Why did her sisters not warn him about this?

''Was this supposed to be some cruel punishment for making a call that no one wanted to make? For doing the right thing...?''

The Breton glanced around the room, taking in the details of his surroundings. He looked in distaste as Faldras cried wolf for attention once more. He looked in hopelessness as a couple kissed as if it was their last day on Nirn - uncaring of everything else for presumably the rest of their lives. He looked in annoyance as a small band of mercenaries brawled because of a trivial topic. These people were examples of those who endangered the goal ahead of them...people who wouldn't willing to make sacrifices.

''And I've got to be strong enough to complete this cause, where others would hinder it. ''

In his eyes, it was easy to see what needed to be done. Shakti deserved better than him. She didn't deserve a life of pain and suffering, knowing that they couldn't be together for a while. He still cared about her, and he was willing to make the call...even if it crushed him for a while.

''Need to breath for a few seconds... Need to collect myself.''

Many years ago...

The days had gone by, and it was finally time. For the past month, everything of Gabe's had been packed, ready to be sold on once he left. The Breton had all year to prepare for this moment, and yet he felt anxiety well up inside him. He was sitting down by the porch, caught wrapping his arms around his knees as he looked down glumly.

"Gabe...?"

The lad looked up, meeting his father's gaze with his own. He and his uncle had been considerably thrilled by Gabe's desicion to join up with the army. Yet as soon as he saw his son's look, he detected stress from deep within.

".... You don't want to go now, do you?"

The Breton nodded, prompting the father to take a seat by his son? He gazed out into the fire in the middle of the room, looking deep in thought.

"Do you...know why I chose to do this? Why your uncle chose it...?"

"Because you were pressured to."

"...No." The father sighed in response, placing a hand on Gabriel's leg as he glanced over. "Do you... Know the difference between a good person and a bad one?"

"No..."

"I thought so." The father replied, sighing heavily as he did so, "You see, when we think about it, both good people and bad people do the same things... We both kill each other, we both lie, we both make mistakes and we both do considerable things. Because no matter what reasons we have for doing something, we are doing the same thing.

But that's how it is meant to be. Because the only difference between us and them is that we are willing to make sacrifices for those we care about." He continued, "I was willing to make sacrifices for my people, just like my brothrt was...

And now, you think the same, do you not?"

Ableit annoyed, the Breton hesitantly nodded. As he stared at his father with loving eyes, little did he realise that was the last time he would see them...

Here we go...

The Breton looked back up from his glass, turning to face his former lover. His heart pounded harder and harder as he camd closer to spilling those words. The words that would end any chance of them forming the same romance they once had...

''This is for her... This is all for her...''

"I... I don't know you. Not personally, at least." The Breton uttered quietly with a smile - a smile knowing he did the right thing.

"But one of your sisters came over and explained who you were, and what you wanted."

''I'm so sorry, Shakti... You were always the stronger of the two of us.''