OoC: I just found the perfect theme song for this RP.
Check it out. Oh and for reference "nee-chan" means sister in japanese.
BiC:
He heard the girl whisper gently in his ear. “I am here, Khaz. As long as I am here, nothing will hurt you. It is alright...”
He felt her arm around him and her warmth in this place that was so cold. He turned away from his puke mess on the floor with the drow’s body behind him and pulled her against him tightly. His arms embraced her and her warmth and her soft wonderful body completely. His head bowed on the slope of her neck as he sobbed uncontrollably and his body trembled with his grief.
“Blaze,” he whispered with tremors in his voice. “W-wasn’t his fault—It wasn’t. He didn’t h-have to do that—He didn’t … He didn’t have to do that for me …! Blaze … I’m sorry … I’m s-so sorry.” He whimpered lastly.
He wanted it to be true. He wanted to believe her so much. That nothing could hurt him here, but his memories could still find him. He remembered holding Leita. She had just finished healing his face after Sori had finished beating him. She was crying, but he assured her with smiles.
“I’m okay, see? Nee-chan takes my hurt away. You make it all better, Leita. I’ll always be okay with you. It doesn’t matter what he does to me.”
And he always tried not to show his fear when his uncle would drag him away into his office to beat him. So that Leita wouldn’t worry about him. He just didn’t want her to cry anymore. He just wanted to her smile like she used to when they were kids. When their parents were still alive. When Hyrule was free. When there was no empire and dark elves in white masks. When there was no Lord Void cutting off his father’s head. When there was no Uncle Sori. When it was just him, his little sister, and his parents living together on the shore of Lake Hylia. When his father would take him out fishing and teach him the trade so that he could help him sell the fish in the market. When his mother would brush his hair even though it would never lie flat and tell him stories about the goddesses and great sages of Hyrule. When Leita and him swam through the lake on sunny summer days and giggled together at night telling secrets to each other.
He cried into Leonna’s shoulder, sobs still choking out of his mouth. It was so hard to keep going, but he always did it for Leita. The one thing left from his old life. But now they were separated from each other in this strange land and he didn’t know if the dark lords had got to her or not. He didn’t even know if she survived the rock slide that separated them from the rest of the group. He was stuck down here and didn’t know where to find her.
“It’s so dark,” he whispered to her. “I’m … I’m so tired … I wanna die but—” His voice cracked with another sob, “my sister—m-my Leita … I have to find my Leita … Leita …” he moaned.
He finally fell silent and just leaned on Leonna, feeling her warm, soft, and feminine body, listening to her heart beat, smelling her hair instead of the horrible stench that surrounded them now. Petals and leaves leaving flashes of light and then stench when they vanished.
The smell ravaged Rontu’s nose violently, so he breathed through his mouth and not his nose. He couldn’t scold Khaz for panicking. There wasn’t any way to stop him from doing so when he saw the body of this drow. He just hoped Leonna would calm him enough to keep him from fainting. They needed him still. They were all stuck in this maze without their guide.
It was easier to think of all these logical things. Distracting from the mutilated body. He had seen enough violence that it did not force a strong reaction from him. He was once a trained Scarlet solider of the Drow Empire. Such a weakness was far beneath him. But he couldn’t hate Khaz for it.
Because when they had infiltrated Hyrule Castle after they had been taken. It was Rontu who pulled Blaze’s ruined and mutilated body from the table. He had thrown his trench coat over him, so that they wouldn’t have to keep looking at all the things they had done to him. It was Rontu who carried him back to the forest they were hiding in.
And he knew Ren couldn’t scold Khaz either. They had stopped just at the edge of Kokiri Village, where Trisa, Blaze’s half sister waited for them to come back. He remembered how Ren had leaned his hands against a tree, head bowed as he prepared to go in and tell the girl he loved that her brother was not coming back to her. That just his mutilated form was there.
He had told Ren he didn’t have to do it. He would always remember what the half-dragon said in response.
“I gave up childhood when I killed a man … I … I told her he would be okay … I told her I’d bring him back alive … I’m a man now … I have to tell her myself.”
He was brought back from his thoughts abruptly. Whatever had given the mutilated drow that dreamy, blissful smile of his had finally wore off. A wail went through the room that was unlike anything he had ever heard. His gold passionless eyes went to the drow. The dark elf had started contorting, slowly at first as whatever drug he was on faded. And he wriggled and thrashed, pulling on his innards that hung above him, ripping open new wounds, blood drenching the floor.
Khaz whimpered sharply at the thing’s wailing shrieks.
“Ren,” said Rontu with a cold and sharp tone.
The half-dragon dashed forward and put a foot down on the dark elf’s skull. He crushed his head under his boot and it stopped moving. Ren stared down at it. His face hard and strangely expressionless.
OoC: Hope the song doesn't make this melodramatic or anything.