2E 580 - Circles
The paper fluttered from her fingers, dotting the water and soaking up the moisture to smear the ink across it. She’d tried over and over to write, to send some form of message, but nothing ever sounded good enough. It wouldn’t fix what was broken.
Her feet dangled over the edge of the pier, her dark hair hanging down her back in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. It’d been so long and still she thought of home. Had the farm ever recovered? Was the village okay? Did they find what… no, who had turned Marson?
2E 577 - Attempting the Possible
“I told you it was here.” Yurah set her hands on her hips, motioning toward the fallen house. Marson chuckled, hoisting the bag over his shoulder and onto the ground.
“Alright. Alright.” He took a moment to look along the horizon. There wasn’t much, even the sand was starting to lack. Instead, rocks and hard ground had been exposed by harsh winds and scattered plantlife had taken root. The house was old, far enough away from town that few would want to wander so far at night. Unloading her own bag, Yurah pulled free the tent and settled at pitching it while Marson gathered himself.
2E 577 - Living
Marson stumbled back, his hand searching for the edge of the doorway as his other gripped at the back of the woman’s tunic. The smell of alcohol was strong, the giggling and laughing proving their drunken state. As the two landed on the bed, the shifting of clothing filled the room. “No, no, no. Wait.” He cleared his throat, patting the bed before scooting away from the woman that clung to him. “I’m dizzy. Hold on.”
She giggled, leaning forward to kiss at his neck, trying her best to pull his tunic over his head as quickly as possible, though it ended in a sloppy removal that slightly tore the sleeve of his clothing. As her hand roamed his chest, he tried to grapple for her chest, but jumped as the door swung open.
2E 577 - Confessions
Marson dropped his bag next to the door, looking around the small room as Yurah entered and almost immediately flopped on the bed. She sprawled out, cooing and mumbling about how nice it would be to sleep on a bed again finally. They’d traveled a few days away from home, with just enough coin to spare for a couple meals and a bed. Luckily, the people were forgiving so far about bills… or they’d just gotten lucky with Marson working off the extra.
2E 577 - Growing Up
“Father?” Yurah’s voice rang throughout the house, finding it empty at the moment. She pushed the door wider, allowing Marson to enter behind her as she called for Drustan once more. Giving a shrug, she closed the door behind them. “I guess he’s out.”
“Lucky for me.” Marson tried to chuckle, but found it less funny every second that passed. He looked to the young woman as she started for the stairs, clearing his throat the draw her attention. “You made it home safe, at least.”
“-We- made it home safe.” She nodded, hesitating before she turned to step back to him. “… you’re going to leave, aren’t you?”
2E 577 - Lost
Drustan woke Yurah, shaking her violently as he yelled her name in fear. As her eyes fluttered open, the man relaxed and brushed his fingers through her hair, the two men behind him looking around with shared concern. She leapt up, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging her father close. “Marson… I don’t know where Marson is.”
2E 577 - Terror
The door swung open, startling the young woman and her father as Marson stepped in, swaying and holding his leg. Blood trailed behind him, his body heavy as he leaned against the wall. “I’m late…” He chuckled, slinking down to the floor.
2E 569 - 572 - Developing Friendships
The next morning did nothing to ease her anger.