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♕ 5th - video - The Sight
[ there had been a point to her opening this channel. in light of the tragic losses they have suffered here, she has wanted to hold a dinner to celebrate the memory of those who have died and vanished. her mouth moves, but no words are produced. her face becomes deathly pale, her eyes wide and dilated as though in fear. but she has not seen a ghost. no, what she is seeing is something else entirely.
horrible images play before her, which only she might see. the blank look she sports is soon replaced with a one of complete and utter horror. ]
It is hot.. too hot to fight! The Dragon has come from across the sea to wage war against the Boar. Ah, the sun blinds the eyes!
[ she shudders, blinking her unfocused eyes. ] The field is an ocean of blood. I can barely hear over the din of it. The Dragon is swooping in, and his men roar behind him.
His Grace is brave to wear his crown to battle. He is winning.. standing alone in a field of dead, blood coursing over his boots. Ah, it is splendid and horrible!
[ once again, her face becomes a mask of pure terror, scrunching up while her eyes are too-wide for her face. ]
But here comes Lord Stanley! "For Tudor!" he calls. And His Grace has lost his horse. Treason, treason, treason!
[ and that seems to have snapped her out of it. still on camera, elizabeth exposes vulnerability for the first time to those aboard the ship at large, as she cannot control the violent shaking of her form or the tears that appear in her eyes. this is, unsurprisingly, a result of the nightmare she endured within the maze.
she cannot seem to speak for a long, long time. elizabeth covers her mouth with her hands to cover the fact that she is biting her lower lip so hard it is bleeding. and while she is able to finally get a few words out, it is muffled and quavering: ]
Forgive me.
[ she then abruptly ends the broadcast. ]
horrible images play before her, which only she might see. the blank look she sports is soon replaced with a one of complete and utter horror. ]
It is hot.. too hot to fight! The Dragon has come from across the sea to wage war against the Boar. Ah, the sun blinds the eyes!
[ she shudders, blinking her unfocused eyes. ] The field is an ocean of blood. I can barely hear over the din of it. The Dragon is swooping in, and his men roar behind him.
His Grace is brave to wear his crown to battle. He is winning.. standing alone in a field of dead, blood coursing over his boots. Ah, it is splendid and horrible!
[ once again, her face becomes a mask of pure terror, scrunching up while her eyes are too-wide for her face. ]
But here comes Lord Stanley! "For Tudor!" he calls. And His Grace has lost his horse. Treason, treason, treason!
[ and that seems to have snapped her out of it. still on camera, elizabeth exposes vulnerability for the first time to those aboard the ship at large, as she cannot control the violent shaking of her form or the tears that appear in her eyes. this is, unsurprisingly, a result of the nightmare she endured within the maze.
she cannot seem to speak for a long, long time. elizabeth covers her mouth with her hands to cover the fact that she is biting her lower lip so hard it is bleeding. and while she is able to finally get a few words out, it is muffled and quavering: ]
Forgive me.
[ she then abruptly ends the broadcast. ]

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I thank you for everything, Raven. Truly. I look forward to it, as well.
( and she nods, feeling the fatigue hit her like a tonne of stone. )
Yes, I think that is best. But perhaps we might speak soon? Or..
( after a pause: ) Know you how to swim? I have only learned how to do so recently, myself. But it might be pleasant, might it not?
no subject
Definitely. A hundred percent. [Her red-haired head bobs with conviction.] Soon as you feel better.
no subject
( and she draws back, smiling quietly. )
Farewell for the interim, then. We shall speak soon.