RP - Watcher - PG(?)
Title: Watcher
Fandom: omg_maou
Disclaimer: 'Tis all Double's!
Of all the options that the priests used to talk about, this certainly isn't the one I ever imagined I'd wind up in. It would have been nice to 'wake up' in Heaven and a little disappointing to wake up in hell. Not that I'd really ruled either option out - humans (and most half-breeds) would probably have subscribed to the 'heaven' option and the demons would have been perfectly happy to see me in Hell.
Instead, I'm stuck here. Trailing along behind you like a rather shabby puppy.
...oddly appropriate, isn't it?
Anyway, time to clear up some misconceptions. Yes, I am haunting you. No, I wasn't the one who rattled chains in the night (but then you've known about his pets for a lot longer than I ever did). Yes, I knew he sent me to die. Yes, I knew that all I had to do to save my skin was to be a good boy and shove off to the other side of the kingdom.
That's the one thing that you didn't understand, lovely man. I could see what he was doing just fine. I just thought the prize was worth the risk and at the end of the day, I was dead anyway. At least this way, I died with a sword in one hand and a respectable pile of slain enemies behind me. Y'know, the more I think of this, the more I think that I really was cheated out of the Valhalla option. No busty women in chainmail bikinis or flying horses. Which is a pity, because I always wanted to see what a real chain mail bikini looked like (particularly on women with ....curves.) ....of course, despite the fact that you keep telling him that you hate me - and you're getting good enough at that, let me tell you! - I don't think you'd be terribly impressed by my flitting off with busty women in small metal outfits.
Got you that time, pretty man!
I hate not being able to tease you. It's been months now, and you don't smile. Sure you smirk or sneer at appropriate intervals but you don't smile. He's getting worse and I don't know how you can't see it. The thought that you can see it scares me more than anything else. You talk in your sleep. Only when you're alone of course, since he hasn't used anything against you yet. I hear it and it breaks my heart.
I know why you stay with him. You're wrong to do so, lover-mine.
You deserve to be loved, to be happy. What happened to me wasn't your fault. What happened to your cousin/step-sister/star-crossed lover? Again. Not. Your. Fault.
I'd give anything to show you what I see. How he's not just teetering on the brink of insanity any more. He's falling headlong into the sort of madness that is the epitome of evil. I don't particularly care about him, not that that should come as a surprise to you. I do care - more than I probably should - about what happens to you.
I care....but you don't.
You may see me sooner than either of us planned, Conrad...
I reach out but ghostly fingers pass through skin and bone as if they were air.
"Sweet dreams, my prince."
Fandom: omg_maou
Disclaimer: 'Tis all Double's!
Of all the options that the priests used to talk about, this certainly isn't the one I ever imagined I'd wind up in. It would have been nice to 'wake up' in Heaven and a little disappointing to wake up in hell. Not that I'd really ruled either option out - humans (and most half-breeds) would probably have subscribed to the 'heaven' option and the demons would have been perfectly happy to see me in Hell.
Instead, I'm stuck here. Trailing along behind you like a rather shabby puppy.
...oddly appropriate, isn't it?
Anyway, time to clear up some misconceptions. Yes, I am haunting you. No, I wasn't the one who rattled chains in the night (but then you've known about his pets for a lot longer than I ever did). Yes, I knew he sent me to die. Yes, I knew that all I had to do to save my skin was to be a good boy and shove off to the other side of the kingdom.
That's the one thing that you didn't understand, lovely man. I could see what he was doing just fine. I just thought the prize was worth the risk and at the end of the day, I was dead anyway. At least this way, I died with a sword in one hand and a respectable pile of slain enemies behind me. Y'know, the more I think of this, the more I think that I really was cheated out of the Valhalla option. No busty women in chainmail bikinis or flying horses. Which is a pity, because I always wanted to see what a real chain mail bikini looked like (particularly on women with ....curves.) ....of course, despite the fact that you keep telling him that you hate me - and you're getting good enough at that, let me tell you! - I don't think you'd be terribly impressed by my flitting off with busty women in small metal outfits.
Got you that time, pretty man!
I hate not being able to tease you. It's been months now, and you don't smile. Sure you smirk or sneer at appropriate intervals but you don't smile. He's getting worse and I don't know how you can't see it. The thought that you can see it scares me more than anything else. You talk in your sleep. Only when you're alone of course, since he hasn't used anything against you yet. I hear it and it breaks my heart.
I know why you stay with him. You're wrong to do so, lover-mine.
You deserve to be loved, to be happy. What happened to me wasn't your fault. What happened to your cousin/step-sister/star-crossed lover? Again. Not. Your. Fault.
I'd give anything to show you what I see. How he's not just teetering on the brink of insanity any more. He's falling headlong into the sort of madness that is the epitome of evil. I don't particularly care about him, not that that should come as a surprise to you. I do care - more than I probably should - about what happens to you.
I care....but you don't.
You may see me sooner than either of us planned, Conrad...
I reach out but ghostly fingers pass through skin and bone as if they were air.
"Sweet dreams, my prince."