Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170908234631

Jeiel was staring at a product of his past mistake. Elona….. now a Zombie, because he failed to be there for her…. because he…….. didn’t want to do it….he should’ve been there, when he was needed the most.. the crisis he had with the Paths then, he could have done something at a later time……

And yet he went for them.. leaving this girl to the mercy of a stricken fate….. it was his fault that led to this…. It was but his sin….. to make one a sacrifice so that others may be taken from their misery..



Jeiel’s hands had never felt so cold and in despair. Just to counter the sinking feeling of dread, he had planted his feet on the ground, keeping his sense of gravity in check. And before him… Messenger had made him gaze at one of the members of the Undead…



Danna –sama.

Jeiel stopped – for who was now sitting behind Messenger… was Circe in her flowing white dress of summer’s fashion, legs crossed while her eyes, pleading for him to return to his senses.

Do not let this weigh upon you… like that of the mistakes you are yet to leave behind… Circe said with no air of arrogance or selflessness, but of growing kindness. ''When…. I struggled on the thought of me sinning against the inhabitants of Oz... was it not you who told me that I can still do something to amend the mistakes I’ve made? That I can still pick up… the broken pieces to which, I have scattered in the present?''

 

''Go. And I am here.''

 

No matter how slight that show of conviction was, Jeiel found himself gazing at Elona.. grazing her cheek with a free hand. And then… he started….

“Elona…….. if.. I ever, was….. unable to save you from where you are.. and thank you, fore being in my moments of despair before…….. I’m coming for you. Let me find you…. and save you.”

And with a steady stance… he kisses her on the forehead… (Sorry Jester!)