i don't believe it's all for nothing

[wheyoftheadept]

 

Stepping through onto the roof hits you with a blast of city noise and stench.  Move a little further, and you see two figures seated on the edge of the roof, clutching each other like it’s their last night on earth.  And for one of them, of course, it is. 

“...don’t go until you have to,” Saturday is saying.  Her companion is a tall elven man, with long red hair bound back in the nape of his neck.  He holds her tighter for a moment.

“But Gwyn - I don’t need her paying for my failure - “

Saturday hunches over, shoulders up and shutting out the world.  He looks stricken.  

“You didn’t do any of this,” he tells her.  “You didn’t cause this madness to enter your life, you’ve done everything you can to deal with it, pull something good from it - “

Saturday lets out a choking sob.  He starts to rock her gently, fingers tangled in her hair.

“You’ve been - more than me - “

And they’re both crying too hard to speak.  Neither’s noticed you.