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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 22:27:51 GMT -8
"I know that if the times when it don't feel like shit ya can almost forget Yar bein' raped... Chew through the ropes of Yar shame and ya can near forget how powerless ya once were... Or may still be when it happens more than once." She could speak from experience without saying it. "Life on the road is great but I've 'ad me own share of wrong turns and dead ends. Ya may be a ba liar, but Yar good at convincing yarself... It's fine, aye?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 23:15:16 GMT -8
Drake slammed his fist in the counter splintering the wood. The scarf around Drakes neck raised up and looked like a coiled snake ready to strike at Avice. Behind Avice she would feel a menacing aura. If she looked she would see Dark glaring at here the shadows seemed to stretch out around him.
"You talk big shit. But what. The fuck. Do you actually know?!"
Drake roared turning around to stare at Avice.
"You come here and ask me what I'm doing, and my answer isn't fucking good enough for you?! Well, what is the right answer? Should I be trying to become so strong to over power my father, how strong will i need to be to do that? Strong enough to rebel against my mother? And how strong will I need to be to do that?!"
He would step closer to Avice.
"Oh! And what does it even matter when EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING I KNEW GROWING UP IS DEAD AND GONE?! INCLUDING THAT BITCH OF A MOTHER!"
Despite the obvious rage in his tone tears started to stream down his face.
"What do I have to prove to anyone? What good is strength when all it gets me is the death of everyone around me? I leave to obtain strength, my home and everyone I ever cared about burns to the ground, and I wasn't hear to even try and help them! Instead I take on my father in a fight, and he brutalized me and broke me, only to insult me and call me worthless! Why? To make me WANT to become stronger? To give me a reason to fight?! Maybe, you're right. Maybe it is some fucked up way if showing he cares, but you know what that experience rewarded me with?! No? I'll tell you. It lead me down a path to obtain power that left me losing my arm, dying, and being infected by some sort of disease that left me wondering if I was Insane! Then, using that idea of strength conquers all I convinced an innocent girl to try and become some sort of savior for her people and that was rewarded with her dying saving only me! And all THAT did was make is so that I lived long enough to destroy her home. Her family. Her people. All. Gone. Because of me. And why? What was the purpose, the reason for that? Don't remember? Did you get lost? I'll explain. It all comes down to me. Wanting. Power. So, tell me. Avice the Wise. Miss oh so knowledgeable in all things that you feel you can waltz into my life and criticize everything about me. What should I do outside of working and coming home? Work keeps me sane, and upholds my responsibilities to those I owe them to, and home keeps everyone else safe from me. Even if I'm not all powerful, I'm still strong enough to hurt too many people if I lose control or make another bad decision."
Drake stopped and turned back around the scarf and Dark both backed down as well.
"You're retort."
Drake would say dryly.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 10, 2020 0:02:44 GMT -8
She held a hand to her child's ear as he yelled and cried. She allowed him to say as he pleased until he was finally done.
"Well, fire in the hole, me hearty!" She bared fangful grin of wicked success. "Power never was what ya wanted, Drake... Yar 'ate and Yar angst never be comin' from such shallow bilge waters... Because 'fine', bein' fine, was just tolerable... Even if ya found out too late and lives are gone because of ya..." She looked back at the flower. "Would she sacrifice 'erself so ya can drown no sooner after? Strength no longer be Yar goal, does that mean yar done, can ya die right now without beggin' death to let ya finish somethin'?"
"I tell ya, the only one ya have to prove anythin' to is yarself. Not Rai, not Dragons, and not I or these Thane whom e'ers they be. Ya know this to be true." She'd lose her grin. "I am not all knowing nor am I wholly wise but piss the way ya spoke to me from the day we met I could see it in that punk shite the determination to get 'is will done... Ya've since lost that, all stories 'ave a low before the climax..." She put a finger to.her temple. "so think 'ard Drake and remember ya 'ave all the time in the world... Are ya Done yet?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 10, 2020 8:18:10 GMT -8
Drake would scoff.
"I never had to prove anything to anyone. And I never thought I had to. Fuck my father, the Dragons, even this place. I ain't got shit to prove! Never said I did. The only one I've ever fought for is me and me alone. So shove your motivational speech up your ass, because it seems to be banked on something you seem to misunderstand. I never said I was done. I never said I was ready to lay down and die! I told the Earth Dragon to fuck off for suggesting that my dying would be the best option. All I've said is that you barging in here and criticizing me for not going out there and slamming my face in a post for the sake of getting stronger is nothing but bullshit."
He'd look at Melody.
"No, she didn't give her life for me to give up. She gave her life for me to live. So, I'm going to live, and I'll do my damndest to live for as long as it is possible, so that her sacrifice, her people sacrifice, wasn't pointless."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 10, 2020 14:54:16 GMT -8
"Ya sure not acting like it... Grieve Drake, go ahead and grieve for them, all of those ya lost. I only e'er 'eard terrible shite things about me parents. Whore and sailor, drugs, and abandonment... Classic nobodies. But I still wanted to know of 'em." She shrugged. "I ne'er meant to assume, just sympathize. Yar lookin' bleak Drake, I had thought Yar bein' consumed. Still to 'ave no idea what ya been through, but even if Yar life was shit before... There wasn't all bad in it, aye?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 10, 2020 20:13:12 GMT -8
Drake shook his head.
"No, everything to do with my mother was bad. She was shit."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 11, 2020 1:10:56 GMT -8
"But the others are whom ya grieve for." She breathed. "Drake it's okay not to be fine. If ya had been true I might 'ave asked if there be anythin' ya need but otherwise dropped the whole thin'... And yet ya poured out like a damn, I barely 'ad to try. It is tearin' ya apart, that what it means."
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Post by Drake on Jan 11, 2020 2:06:59 GMT -8
Drake just fell silent, taking a seat.
"I don't know what to do anymore."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 11, 2020 3:29:44 GMT -8
"Ah!" She raised her head in excitement. "Now if that is Yar dilemma I can be of 'elp. First of all ya ask yarself, what do ya 'ave to do? Then ask, what do ya want to do?"
She raised a finger. "The answers can mean something as small as Yar next bite to eat or taking a flower to the perfect place to bloom. If ya don't'ave to do anythin' like that yet then what do ya want to accomplish for yarself, getting answers, mending bonds, fulfilling a promise to a mate. Once ya got that figured out usually one thin' leads to another... Just careful ya don't wind up in a Black Forest 'oldin' cell for three days because ya wanted to knock in the teeth of a Noble's son."
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Post by Drake on Jan 11, 2020 9:57:26 GMT -8
Drake was unamused.
"Leave."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 11, 2020 11:22:42 GMT -8
She wasn't sure what she said but honestly she wasn't joking about it. Literally that's all she ever had to do. Adventures came to her usually. At a certain point it only comes down to when people will need to help themselves.
But she shrugged didn't push nothing. "Alright mate, enjoy Yar meal." She walked towards the door. If that really was all she would leave without another word or question his choice.
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Post by Drake on Jan 11, 2020 12:15:06 GMT -8
Avice had left. But the noise hadn't. Snickering, snide, dark comments. A raging sea of tossing and turning emotions! Drake erupted with a roar.
"SHUT UP!"
He would scream as he collapsed on the ground holding his head. There he would stay the scarf trying it's best to comfort him, petting his head and giving him something soft to lay on...
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 11, 2020 12:23:50 GMT -8
Even though she had left she still heard him. She looked down at her peaky eyed infant. As she continues to walk away unaware of the real trouble that is swirling within Drake
"What?" She sighed. "Im's just not ready yet... 'oldin' onto too much ya see? Old souls and past pains can be let go of with time... But Drake wants too desperately to 'old onto it all. Needs time to grieve... Aye." she would confirm with herself. She hadn't had a grasp on how accurate her statement was.
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