Breaks (IC side)
[Notes: WOOO! All aboard the FEELS TRAIN! It looks like the challenge was to write a piece that could pull tears out of us. The most heartbreaking scene playing on my headcanon cauldron for those two is this one. So yep, expect some angst in here, even when I don’t know how to Ignis.
Another note! Omg, I never explained a few details that appeared in here before. I need to clarify: The marks on Carmen’s skin! She is not being physically abused by anybody! This is set after all the ruckus in Altissia, and the culprit behind them is another character she fought. She’s still feeling the effects of it. Also, in the tags is another clue!]
Disclaimer: Carmen Mirabile is Bloss’ OC and Ignis Scientia belongs to Square Enix.
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One new day. The sun still shone bright in the Altissian’s skies, casting its rays over destroyed buildings, debris and the now calm waters. Rays that seemed to burn more intensely but not enough to warm the numb hearts that still grieved, hearts inside battered bodies that kept pushing forward while their King was still unconscious.
As the rage of Leviathan ceased, it seemed like the violent waters that rose with her awakening had managed to drive the group apart. Tight bonds becoming painfully loose, battle injuries and unknown ailments complicating things even more.
As per usual, Carmen urged herself to move out of bed, willing the sudden vertigo and the now familiar weakness away in favor of getting ready to help him. Hands still touched the tender marks swirling on her neck, testing the soreness of the new spots that tinted the corners of her eyes. The mirror had become her practice friend every morning, when no sound bubbled out of her mouth still. Hope was already wavering at that point, but she kept trying. As every visit to the bathroom early in the morning met an equally or even saddening outcome as every time she tried to reach for the love of her life, she was pushed away. No touches could soothe the shaken man, there were not words to call his name or whisper reassurance, no amount of magic spells could reach his burnt skin as his hands continued to slap hers away every single time.
Loneliness grew as she stepped back, heartache increased as she clenched her hands in fists and dissapeared out of the room. Tears fell like round pearls as she curled on herself in the solitary corners of a shattered Altissia. Breaking apart so fast, she was beginning to resign to the fact that being alone once more was her unavoidable destiny.
The youngest man of the group has helped her lift her spirits. With the renewed courage and despite the already predictable outcome, she kept trying.
Allow me to try… Allow me to use this cursed blessing to help you!
- Cease with that nonsense at once! Childish hopes will get us nowhere!
Never had she stood in the receiving end of Ignis Scientia’s harsh words. Maybe a dagger delivered straight to her chest would’ve hurt less. With a shaking visage and mouth hung open she tried to reply. Futile. A hand never met his shoulder as he moved away. Recoiling as if burnt, Carmen’ eyes drank on the sight of his tight expression and she felt herself beggining to crack harder inside.
I do not know how to help you! Please, I am doing all I can!
- You’re wasting your time…
Her eyes opened as wide as possible, looking at him like she didn’t know him anymore. Hands curling over her chest in a failed attempt to content the sharp noises of her shattering heart as he spoke. Each sentence burning a memory, each sentence widening the ditch that have grown between them.
We are entertaining vain hopes… A broken man shall no hold you prisoner for much longer, as maybe with a whole man you’ll find the happiness you deserve…
Words spoke with finality on a voice that had lost all confidence but remained heavy. Carmen looked at him, the tears distorting the dark shapes that were him as her arms dropped at each side. Numb, frozen… alone.
- Leave me alone.
Time stopped and for a long while neither moved. Then, with hung head and silent steps, she went away. There were no pieces to hold up any longer.
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