Advent of Despair. [Semi-Open--ask first]. Inami/Arianda]

Crumpled there, betwix their entwined embrace, with her blackened midnight tears flowing freely, the realization that even if she had been apart of something she had never been anything other than Alone. Ever since that day her niece had been taken from her, she had been. Not in the physical sense maybe, because she had always had a family that in their own way cared for her existence in this realm. However, in the sense of her ideals, her emotions and her views on what responsibility is? She had never had another that she could lean her shoulder on.

This wretched, sobering truth, only served to further drive those jagged shards of brokenness within her heart and mind. They only served to further dredge apart a festering, putrid wound within her. It only served to allow the pain to flow more freely, as the sobs turned to screams. Jagged broken screams that were accompanied by Inamis shivering, trembling self. Like a leaf dancing in the wind, she was at this moment within the maelstrom of sadness, powerlessness, and desolation that had festered within her for close to eight years.

Her fingers clenched against the cloth of Arianda’s blouse, knotting into fists as they pulled down. Her form drawn inwards as she inhaled, the taste of tangy copper from her bitten lower lip filling her mouth as quietly a high pitched, almost strangled noise echoed from her mouth when the screams had no longer been capable of leaving her mouth. There was only that one strangled noise that sifted forth past her razor-sharp, almost cheshire-grin esque teeth.

Her slender, pale fingers unknotted from Arianda’s blouse, clenching back into fists once more as she pounded them softly against Arianda’s chest. One two, one two, right left, right left. There was a steady cadence to the rain of feather-light blows that came afterwards as Inami tried to come to any reasonable answer. Something that would allow her to accept the pain in her chest, to swallow the grievances and be the better person. Be the person she knew she was, so she could continue to stand firm for those that needed her. To stand for shadow fall.

There was no reasonable answer, none. Inami’s red rimmed eyes, which contrasted so starkly against her moonkissed skin, peered up at Arianda after a moment, allowing a heartbreaking smile to adorn her face. One that was so full and dazzling, showing her sparkling white, razor-like teeth. Yet the tears that continued to stream down her face, and the heartbreak in her eyes showed this was not a smile of joy, of euphoria or excitement. No, it was an ugly, broken thing, that was mired with the devastating emotions that lay within Inami.

”I don't think I can Arianda. I don't see a home anymore.” The words were so soft, and yet there was such pain within them. It was clear that something within Inami became irreparably broken at such a statement. Something that wasn’t as simple to fix as inami’s aversion to kindness. Something that ran far closer to her true sense of self than anything else.

”In a way.. This was inevitable wasn’t it?” Inami thought to herself as she leaned back down into Arianda’s bosom and she succumbed. No longer did she beat upon Arianda’s bosom, instead she just let her arms slump to pool between her thighs. Her eyes dulled as she thought of that fact. That something that she had fought so hard for, something she had cherished so deeply was the thing that felt like a knife twisting within her back. That she knew even if she wished to, the lasting scars left by their love was something that she could never truly forgive them for. That she knew all of them were poor broken souls, and that she didn’t have it in herself right now to draw them into her bosom, that she was finally past the point in where she could say ”I forgive you”

”I’m leaving shadow fall.” Inami’s words were hoarse and broken as she thought of the realm she cherished so much more than anything else. She would continue to lead her people, but she could no longer do it with them. That era had finally come to a close, and now as Inami stopped thinking, she just allowed herself to cry. Cry for the place she could no longer in good faith call Home.

” I just wanted..” Inami mumbled softly as finally the tears and pain overloaded her mind and she felt herself slipping away to sweet unawareness--a self defense mechanism that her mind had always had, to help ward against the inherent nature of the way she drew from her own instability.

”To protect them, so we could be together again.” The words grew softer as the sobs quieted and the shaking slowly stopped.

”I am sorry..” The words were but a mere whisper upon her lips as the queen passed out within Arianda’s arms. Overloaded by the hurt and the pain. For reality was simply too cruel for her to bare.