forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Quinn put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, he'll be fine. Aster doesn't die easy. Trust me." he said softly.

Charlotte pressed her lips together so she wouldn't cry, and shook her head. "It's my fault," she whispered shakily.

Quinn frowned slightly. "It isn't." he replied. "I know why you think it is, but it really isn't." he said softly, rubbing her back gently.
Aster was silent, staring at the ceiling and blinking.

"Yes, it is!" Charlotte cried. "It's completely and entirely my fault and I should've been stabbed instead," she closed her eyes for several moments and wiped a tear from her cheek.

Quinn shook his head. "It isn't your fault, Charlotte. Yes, you may have distracted him, but did you stab him? No. Someone else did. You didn't wield the sword. It isn't your fault." he said firmly.

"I didn't wield the sword, but - I was the reason the sword struck," she argued, distraught. She absentmindedly went to scratch her arm, and hissed quietly. Somehow, she kept forgetting about that. She'd never thrown a real person before, and the cut was different, probably deeper than before.

"He probably would have gotten hurt either way, Charlotte. He would say the same thing I am. This isn't your fault." Quinn replied softly, still rubbing her back gently.

Charlotte pressed her hands over her eyes as though that would stop the tears. She took several shaky breaths before looking up again. "Gods, I'm being selfish," she muttered, drying her eyes and fanning her face to calm herself down.

Quinn shook his head. "No, you aren't. You're being human." he gave a wry smile. "Really. It's perfectly normal."

"Just because it's normal, doesn't make it right," she sniffed quietly and focused in breathing again.

Quinn shrugged. "Isn't that what decides right and wrong? The general consciousness?"

Charlotte shook her head. "Every person decides what is right or wrong for them to do, she stated. "And I will have to apologise later."

Quinn shrugged again. "Ah. And you can apologise, that's your choice. I'm just telling you that it isn't your fault."

Charlotte closed her eyes. "It is, but thank you."

"It isn't, and you're welcome." Quinn replied.
Aster was watching them, though it was doubtful how much he wad actually understanding through the pain.

Charlotte shook her head with a dry half-smile and stared out the window.

The carriage was going along at a fast clip, headed for the nearest town.
Aster was silent.

Charlotte eventually curled up in the corner and fell asleep. This was the the first time she'd slept while in the carriage. It was a very different experience from what she was used to.

Quinn kept an eye on Aster worriedly. True, the other male had been injured before, but never like this.

Charlotte shifted slightly and shivered.

Quinn glanced over at her, then back at Aster, sighing softly.

Charlotte jolted awake as the carriage came to an abrupt stop. She put a hand to her head for a moment before looking around.

The guard from earlier came in, and spoke to Quinn for a moment, then they picked Aster up and carried him out of the carriage.
Aster was unconscious now, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin.