#villainfuckers-world's ask

[idrellegames]

I’m glad that you’re not doing any true bad endings rn especially wrt the Count’s pact that people keep asking about.

Like it would be nothing but misery for the MC, and then what? Where’s the rest of the story when Aeran is probably murdered by Rhodarth, and MC can’t escape or find out what happened at the Spire etc??? That’s just depression for the sake of depression 😭

I have spoken about false and bad endings before, but yes, at this point in the story I don't see the point of them. IF isn't like a video games where you can reload and easily play through content you've already done to get back to where you were before triggering a bad ending. Asking players to re-read that much content, even if they're making different choices, is a big ask.

Early endings often aren't satisfying narratively. They're too abrupt; they cut the player out of the story before their character has a chance to develop or properly interact with the world. And sometimes it can become a puzzle, especially if you keep triggering the early ending--what do you have to do to avoid it? Can you even still roleplay your character without triggering it?

So while I could have incorporated early endings into Episode 1 - there's more than enough places for it - in the longterm it wouldn't be satisfying. If a player played Episode 1, got an unexpected early ending and called it there, is that the experience I want to leave them with? Not really.

I have gotten some criticism for the player getting railroaded into going to Velantis, but this isn't a TTRPG campaign where you can do anything (and even then there are limitations depending on how flexible your DM is). Wayfarer's story isn't fully non-linear and the story takes place in Velantis. The MC has to go there for events to unfold. Considering there are 7 possible routes for dealing with the Count (which all have their own variations within them), there's enough flexibility to allow for roleplay that to call it railroading is a bit of a disservice to the amount of work that it took to create.

As I've mentioned in previous asks, the Count is a sadomasochistic villain. I'm not interested in exploring what the MC's life would be like if they had stayed in his service. Villainfucking - for lack of a better term - is fun as a thought experiment but not actually the kind of dark fantasy I enjoy writing. The threat of the potential is more interesting than putting it into practice.

[yloiseconeillants]

🌙 for yloise, perhaps?? 🫶

🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?

under the cut because this got long not because there's anything other than just abject fucking secondhand cringe

She's definitely not at any level of emotional maturity for either an actual relationship or one-night stands but HISTORICALLY SPEAKING, she did have like, aspirations to have one-night-stands as what she imagined to be an 'easier' option after she broke up with B'raemha and moved to Limsa Lominsa.

Her first attempt ended up being like a two-month stand (apologies forever and always to Aersthota who tried Very Hard to make it work) and when that blew up, Yloise responded Very Badly and slept with like, the first willing participant (or rather, the second, as the first already had a girlfriend and there was a bar fight and this is why Yloise is not allowed in the Missing Member any more).

He was a field assessor that had returned to Limsa Lominsa very briefly before heading back out on assignment (so sort of a coworker. Someone she had occasionally seen around the Gate) and they had a very lovely night before he shipped out again and Yloise may or may not have decided to do some snooping once he left -

ASIDE:

she'd been in limsa lominsa all of like, three months at this point and very, very reckless and up in the air with regard to her entire life, so upending her current situation to go follow Some Guy She Met halfway across the world to be like 'hey what's up do you need an assistant'

FUCKING LITERALLY

END ASIDE

Yloise may or may not have decided to do some snooping once he left, and lo and behold, the dude is Married. Yloise is TERRIBLY embarrassed and ashamed of this and doesn't tell a single person that any of this happened and like, swears off all Romantic Entanglements from then on, which she does with great success until the events of Dreams of Ice but like, between Haurchefant courting her and Ysayle doing God Knows What to her latent villainfucker instincts, I can't blame her.

Generally speaking, I think Yloise needs to have some sort of emotional investment if only because she's not going to act on hunches or initial attraction. There's a required deliberation period of 'am I making all of this up in my head or is this person flirting with me' which can take up the entirety of the so-called relationship when neither party makes a move past this point (the Artoirel Situation) or the other party can make this situation VERY CLEAR in which case it's a different kind of clownshoes from that moment on (lmao Emet-Selch).

apologies as always for the answer ;laksjdf;alksdjf

sinday asks

[dirtyoldmanhole]

ASK MEME QUESTIONS! (based on your ask post)

Gunter:

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

6. Ha, too much. What I'm willing to say is that there's a big ol streak of deliberately hidden misanthropy behind masks. Lot of folks project different meanings on the word - I personally believe that one can despise most of humanity and want nothing with it while still having an ironclad ethos to not cause undue harm or hurt.

His repeated comments of wanting to be alone is a mood, to put it succinctly.

24. Walter C. Dornez from Hellsing ~ There's the obvious; old professional killer grandpas that raise a young kickass squirt, who viciously betray the dears with some pretty painful betrayals. I also feel like they're both far too complex for that stereotype itself, and they also have some highly questionable, very unpleasantly dark sexual undertones that fandom in general really doesn't like grappling at, which ... [gestures with a wave of a hand, i get it, but also sometimes that's fascinating in itself u know?]. Writing this fic has led me to hunt down a bunch of new Walter fics that are honestly my favorite part of that fandom these days. it's nice to get new life on an old fandom.

25. hot marriageable quasi-joke grandpa, lmao, and this was way back in ~2015 when Fates just released. I was an old Tellius-head that (temporarily) disowned FE as a fandom because I didn't care where some of games were headed (being naive back then about how franchises will always evolve to chase profits, regardless if the produced games are good or not) but still had some mutuals posting enough about it to see the basics of the cast. Now? Literally the most fascinatingly multi-layered character I've had the honor to know in a dang cool world by itself; it's not a joke to say I've learned something new about him every day since July while writing this fic. (also even more disgustingly hot in a villainfucker sense with my matured tastes but y'all knew that lol)

[gxldencity]

for the ask meme 💜 4, 9, 18, 20!

4. What sections of a bookstore do you browse?

Fantasy tbh! Sometimes romance but u can find me looking at books at the Sf/f section

9. when do you tend to read the most?

alfksfks I'd like to say at night after I've done most of my important things to do but I love LOVE reading on transit. (Best part about not having a car)

18. do you like historical books? which time period?

see this is kinda a hard question? bc I don't really like historical fiction that's just set in that time period but i love retellings (rip I know sorry lmao but I promise u there are GOOD gOOD ones that actually understand the text it's trying to retell) and I also love historical fantasy? Where it's set in a fantasy version of a historical place in our world but as fantasy

I mean one of the novels I'm toying around with is a fantasy story inspired by the philippine revolution and also....a noli me tangere retelling but that one is contemporary (starring maria clara and ibarra is a butch lesbian lmao who goes by cris)

20. what are things you look for in a book?

not YA

God it's honestly easier to answer this as like what are the ingredients that would make me love LOVE a book and that depends on the genre tbh! And also easier to answer this as like...what am I NOT looking for in a book.

So for SF/F

- I'm not the biggest fan of worldbuilding where they basically hold your hand through it. Like...im trying to live in the world, make me live in the world. I especially dislike it when one of the POV characters is clearly the vehicle for that kind of exposition.

- more and more I'm seeing sf/f authors who just........do not take any stance about the oppressive world they created. It's especially jarring when it's on the fucking cover of the book and in the author blurbs that oh this book is filled with anti capitalist critique and oh this is so so critical of the military then u read the book and it's filled so so much with "both sides have been harmed by the system so why can't we just get along 🥺" ok pussies, I get it ur a villainfucker but you can still destroy the oppressive system in ur own goddamn novel and have ur MC and ur villain turned anti hero fuck. You decided it. This is not a fanfic.

- like I just think a lot of authors don't fundamentally understand fantasy and sci fi beyond "ooohh magic" and "oooh space" and like maybe if ur writing a romance crossover maybe you could get away with having fantasy and sci-fi as mostly set dressings but when I pick up a book in the ADULT sf/f section, I'm expecting a critical lens towards things in the book ok

Romance

- I need the LI to not be an asshole, like maybe they could be an asshole but they improve but it is surprising how many LIs there are where they're just...not a good person? And people find that hot ig but I am actually...trying to ROOT for this person. You gotta make me like them.

- Third act break-ups are frankly annoying but they are everywhere to the point of being a staple. So romance books that have a third act conflict that isn't a break up are ALWAYS more interesting to me

- I also tend to prefer romance books that aren't starring cishet white people :) but I also am in a romance book club so I don't really get to decide that all the time (I mean thank god for libraries bc I prefer reading physical books :) ). The reason being is that I could literally just turn on the TV and boom bland cishet white people romance

[margridarnauds]

I'm in a very interesting place because...I do teach myth to undergrads. And one of the first things I'll do, when I'm discussing how a character "should" be to them, is show them a picture of the Artemis of Ephesus. And then ask them whether this fits any version of Artemis they had in their minds. Because what people don't understand about the Classical world, or about myth in general, is that...you CANNOT standardize these things. Even to things as simple as "moon goddess", "sun god", "smith god" -- because they often *can* be these things, but are often MORE at the same time. (And since I'm teaching them CELTIC mythology, that's another bag of worms as far as whether such a thing even exists and, if it does, whether it's worth ignoring the medieval context in order to excavate a pre-Christian meaning, or whether a myth NEEDS to be pre-Christian in order to be a myth.)

I GET why people are attached to the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, especially since it really is the most high profile and widely discussed version of the myth -- it's the closest thing we have to a "canonical" version of it. And I get why people are protective of Demeter in particular, as a mother trying to protect her daughter. But I also look back on my own years as a villainfucker and wonder whether girls in Ancient Greece were REALLY that different than girls today -- some of them, likely, did associate marriage with being ripped away from their loving parents, bound to an older man they didn't know...some mothers absolutely felt a sense of mourning and dread at the prospect...and some teenage girls, in my opinion, absolutely also WANTED to be taken away by Hades.

"The most common pinax types are the ‘divine’ and ‘imitation’ scenes. In both cases, these range from unambiguous abductions where the maiden clearly struggles against her captor to images in which it appears the girl is complicit in her own kidnapping—sometimes even taking charge of the chariot herself. The range can be accounted for because, as James Redfield points out, “no doubt some brides felt more abducted than others”...But, unlike this dramatic scene, the majority of the pinakes show a middle ground, where the girl is neither totally cooperative nor being forcibly torn away from her family: she is a captive, but her abductor is soft and adoring."

We want to respect girls in Ancient Greece, and I think that's an honorable goal, but I think that we underestimate what teenage girls are capable of fantasizing of. What I can say, growing up, particularly in a conservative environment where girls were very much expected to get engaged or married between the ages of 17-20, was that for me, on a personal level, I REALLY DISLIKED a lot of the conventional heroes in the lit I read and the films I watched. I associated marriage with...settling. With conforming. Giving up your ambitions and your personality to be with a man who can never fully respect you. But villains...PURSUED the heroine, they DESIRED the heroine, they WANTED the heroine and, eventually, RESPECTED the heroine (or, if they didn't, at least they showed roughly the same level of disrespect as the hero, without the idea that she should simply tolerate it.) And I won't claim it's a 1:1 (especially since Hades is both antagonist AND socially acceptable domesticity), but I AM claiming that I believe that, to some girls in Ancient Greece, they might not have been different from teenage girls now in wanting an escape, in perhaps feeling smothered, in fantasizing about being a queen of an underworld kingdom. It reminds me of a much, much later quote from Nina Auerbach, in Our Vampires, Ourselves, which I always use when discussing villainfucking, about how vampires "rescued her from a destiny of girdles, spike heels, and approval." Why shouldn't girls in Ancient Greece have felt the same? In the same way that I can guarantee that some women were a little too interested in the story of Cetus and Andromeda...

This is the world of MYTH, and part of studying myth, or studying folklore, is exploring how people reinterpreted it, even in the time when these things were circulating. Myths carry a certain cultural dimension -- they have figures or symbols that are easily recognizable to people from the culture they originate in, but that isn't the same as them being static. How did women view stories about the selkies in Scotland and Ireland (for a folktale)? Do stories told by women have a different tint to stories told by men? How did people use supernatural figures to discuss queerness? How did people change the depictions of these figures in order to suit contemporary sensibilities or, perhaps, their own artistic preferences? These are more interesting questions, imo, than something as simple as "GOOD" or "BAD" -- a lot of my work, as a folklorist, involves me going through EVERY ATTESTED VERSION of a tale in order to see how it changes, because these things really do change a lot depending on who's telling this story. The idea of One True Version is anachronistic. Especially since I feel like women, even more than men, often are denied their status as complex literary figures-- we're, in general, much more keen to say that men are different in one text VS another, whereas, with women, we're more inclined to apply negative actions in one text to her depictions everywhere. (And then there's the question, in Classical things, as far as whether you can even APPLY those sorts of paradigms to divine figures.)

I don't like a lot of adaptations because I feel like they're simplistic or, simply, have really, really bad writing, written more to appeal to a Booktok trend than to seriously interrogate these stories from the perspective of a woman (though, again, I notice that queer retellings that center male characters often aren't subjected to the same scrutiny over quality), but I also think it's fascinating that this trend EXISTS and it might be more worthwhile to consider *why* as opposed to writing it off as Silly Women Don't Understand That He's A Bad Man.

It feels like this comes at least once every generation of teenage girl readers -- we've fought these battles over Christian Grey, Edward Cullen, Brandon Birmingham (Flame and the Flower), Barnabas Collins in the 1960s, women fawning over Bela Lugosi's Dracula in the 1930s...and then Frank Langella's Dracula in the 1970s, the first advent of the Gothic Romance in the 1700s -- hell, even Reylo, for a battle that I got particularly tired of fighting back in the day. At some point, we've got to stop clutching our pearls over girls liking these bad men and wanting to find romance with them and start questioning what societal factors cause them to do this.

I'm gonna choose violence today but. You don't get to put Madeline Miller on a pedestal and then simultaneously decry the current state of Hades/Persephone retellings.

[farcryfuckmeup]

“Are we on a date right now?” with Sharky Boshaw? Doesnt matter if its male dep or not!

Party On, Amigo!

wc: ~917

TW: MENTION OF DRUGS, ALCOHOL

check out my masterlist and tag list here!

Bullets whizzed past her head as he scrambled behind the cult truck, trying to find as much cover as he could. 

The heat from the flames was causing sweat to drip down Rook’s back and made his shirt stick to his skin. Everything was itchy and uncomfortable. What he would do for a glass of cold water right now was unspeakable. He’d probably give The Father an aneurysm.

This night had started out just fine. Rook and Sharky had decided to go driving around the Henbane River in search for any citizens that needed assistance. Sharky had brought a case of beer and Rook had brought a plastic bag labeled ‘Oregano’.

They had taken turns driving, though Rook refused to let Sharky drive as soon as he finished his first beer. Rook adored his best friend but everybody knew that Sharky was a terrible driver and that it was a miracle the man had ever acquired a license.

Then a few cultists on ATVs had started following their truck after they rescued a civilian that was being forced to haul the cross of Eden’s Gate across the road.

Now here they were, fighting off a small group of cultists as the flora on either side of the road caught fire.

Rook leaned out from behind the hood of the truck and fired his AKM a few times before shifting back into his original position as bullets ricocheted off the steel.

“Hey Dep?” Sharky’s voice caught his attention and Rook looked over at the man with an eyebrow raised. Sharky was crouched behind the bed of the truck with his shotgun pulled against his chest, but his head was turned toward the deputy.

“You alright, Boshaw?” Rook called back before leaning into the open and killing off a few more Peggies. He pressed his back against the cold metal of the car and focused on taking a few deep breaths to try and slow his heart rate.

“Are we on a date right now?” For a second Rook thought he had just fabricated what he’d heard, but he knew he hadn’t by the way Sharky watched him before darting out in front of the truck. A few gunshots were heard before a flurry of ARC rounds were fired. 

Rook looked down at the ground with his eyebrows scrunched together as he quietly repeated what Sharky had asked him, then he followed suit and took off in a run from behind the car. He slid behind the nearest compact car for cover once he’d located Sharky, who was safe and sound behind a new truck.

“What in the hell did you just say?” Rook’s words were interrupted by small bursts of laughter at the absurdity of it all. He’d known that Sharky was bisexual for a while, but Rook hadn’t imagined in a thousand years that Sharky would’ve let himself fall for law enforcement types such as Rook.

“I mean, I’m just askin’ cause, well y’know Dep, we been hangin’ out a while, I guess!” Sharky’s voice cracked as he raised his voice again, but before Rook could answer, Sharky disappeared to dispatch a few more Peggies with his shotgun. He could tell that he’d landed his shots as they started screaming in pain, presumably from being set on fire.

Rook and Sharky stayed put, their eyes locked on each other as they waited for the commotion to die out. Had something shifted in their relationship that poor Sharky had been trying to convey and Rook was too stupid to figure it out?

When all was quiet except for the crackling of the flames Sharky had sparked, the two of them came out from their respective hiding places, and carefully walked over to each other and met in the middle. 

The fire cast a soft glow on Sharky’s face, causing Rook’s heart to skip a beat.

“Do you want it to be a date?” Rook asked as he held his breath so that Sharky couldn’t hear him panting like a dog from all the commotion, not that Sharky would care.

Rook had thought of Sharky as a best friend for the longest time, but the day he found out he saw Sharky as more than that was terrifying for multiple reasons. 

Sharky had been knocked unconscious and Rook was worried that every little thing was wrong with him, but Rook had also been scared because he never thought that Sharky would like him back.

“Shit Rook, I don’t think I’d be askin’ otherwise. You know me, I don’t give a fuck, and if I don’t give a fuck-” “-You don’t even think about it, I know Boshaw,” Rook cut off the man in front of him with a soft laugh and a nod of his head. “Then I guess this is a date.”

“Is? You mean the date’s still on? Like you’re totally cool with this turning into a flambé cultist party?” Sharky shifted his grip on his shotgun and Rook noticed that his feet starting kicking at little rocks on the ground…or maybe that was a charred hand. It was hard to tell with such discolored light.

“Sharky, I wouldn’t expect a date with you to end any other way.” Rook laughed heartily and slung an arm around his partner’s shoulders before leading him back towards the truck they’d been in.

“You still ain’t gonna arrest me for all this shit, right Popo?”

“Not a chance Sharky. Besides, we still have my marijuana to smoke don’t we?”

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by meganhamner99

VILLAINFUCKERS-WORLD ASKED: “Are we on a date right now?” with Sharky Boshaw? Doesnt matter if its male dep or not!

Sharky and Rook were driving around Hope County just hanging out when things take a turn for the worse.

Words: 917, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of resistance bois ft. cultist bois

Fandoms: Far Cry 5

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sharky Boshaw, Male Deputy

Relationships: Sharky Boshaw/Male Deputy

Additional Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Slight Violence, Cute in a weird way, Fluff, First Date

[farcryfuckmeup]

Casual reminder I love what you do and you are doing amazing! Make sure you're taking care of yourself and aren't over stressing yourself.

i’m at a loss for words for once in my almost 20 years of living?????? theo you’re fucking adorable and this made my night i hope you can sleep peacefully knowing that you made a gremlin’s heart palpitate because i am in fact not doing both of those things right now. here’s my shitty attempt at making a wholesome meme because you deserve the effort. ily to death T-T

[farcryfuckmeup]

Been a while since I've been on but i hope you've been doing well!! You're writing is as amazing as ever and i missed interacting with your account

!!! i've been stressed with school but finals start tomorrow so i'm ready for the break! i hope shits been going alright for you too ❤ welcome back to m's headassery 101, we've missed you!

[farcryfuckmeup]

In Memoriam PT. VII

Part VII of an eight part series from my archive! i also have a masterlist, open requests, and take commissions!

Part I: Joseph Seed x Deputy

Part II: John Seed x Deputy

Part III: Jacob Seed x Deputy

Part IV: Faith Seed x Deputy

Part V: Sharky Boshaw x Deputy

Part VI: Nick Rye x Deputy

Part VII: Kim Rye x Deputy

Part VIII: Staci Pratt x Deputy

The Deputy is never forgotten, not even in Kim Rye’s dreams.

TW: DEATH, GRIEF

Crying. It was always the crying that woke her up nowadays, and as much as she loved Nick and Carmina, Kim was exhausted. Nick was a heavy sleeper and didn't often stir when their daughter began crying in the middle of the night. When Kim woke up to the sound of Carmina crying, she rolled over to make sure Nick hadn't gotten up first, and low and behold, he was on the verge of snoring.

"What would I do without you, Nick?" Kim mumbled to herself as she tossed the sheets off of her body and shoved her feet into a pair of slippers. As soon as she'd pushed herself off the mattress, Carmina had quieted down. Normally needing more attention to fall back asleep, Kim wondered what her daughter had woken up for.

She shuffled from her bedroom, closing the door behind her quietly to avoid waking Nick and moved towards the nursery. Kim paused when she found the door ajar and saw a shadow of someone rocking back and forth in Carmina's nursing chair. Then she heard the soft sound of humming and Kim felt her breath catch.

Kim had heard that sound so many times in the middle of the night when the deputy couldn't sleep and took care of a restless Carmina so that she and Nick could catch up on their sleep. It was a sound she shouldn't be hearing, but one that she had wanted to for the past few weeks.

She pushed the door open and slipped inside of the bedroom, her heart in her throat as the humming got louder as she moved closer. Kim turned to close the door and stood there for a moment, her hands braced against the wood as she tried to even out her breathing.

Kim turned on her heels, her eyes slowly lifting from the floor and up to the rocking chair. She had to hold back the sob that had climbed its way up her throat, tears already falling down her cheeks.

In the chair was Rook, holding Carmina to her chest as she swayed back and forth, humming all the while to the sleeping infant. Her eyes lifted up from Carmina to Kim, the color jarring the new mother. For a moment she could see the lifeless version of them, the image forever burned into her mind.

"I have to be dreaming, you're-" "-Dead?" Kim rubbed her eyes and had started to state the obvious, but Rook cut her off with a sad smile before looking around the nursery. Her own eyes seemed to be blotchy with tears. Could Rook feel things wherever she was? Kim hoped not, for she knew that Rook would miss them all terribly, and she didn't want her best friend to be upset like everyone left alive was.

Rook's chest rose and fell as she sighed, Carmina's little body moving in unison with her. She looked down at the child and touched her cheek gently, the little girl gurgling in her sleep.

Kim reached out behind her for the wall, sliding against it into a sitting position once she'd found it. Her arms rested across her knees as she stared at the woman across from her. She refused to take her eyes off of Rook for fear she'd disappear the second she did so.

"I miss being in here. Being at your house. It was one of the few places I could get away from it all, y'know? I mean, Sharky and Hurk's too, but...let's be honest. I love them, but they're gross. What with Sharky and his piss collection." Rook laughed and Kim thought she was going to burst into tears. When she had been alive it wasn't a sound Kim heard often, but now that Rook was gone...she missed it every day.

Kim wanted to say something to comfort her friend, or even just to have another conversation with her. They could've talked about rocks and Kim would've listened like it was the most fascinating thing in the world because it would've been. Anything Rook talked about, Kim had listened. It was one the one thing Kim made sure to do and tried to get Nick to do, every time the deputy came around. Ask her how she was, if there was anything she needed, and let her do all the talking. Rook deserved it after everything she was doing for the citizens of Hope County.

"I'd ask how everyone is, but I'm afraid to find out." Rook's voice shook a little and her lip wobbled. Kim offered a sympathetic expression as she scooted along the floor until she was within arm's reach of the deputy. Kim quickly compiled a list of Rook's old pals in her head and tried to remember how they each were the last time she'd heard of or seen them.

"Boshaw misses you, but that's a given. You two were thick as thieves. He's still kicking ass though, but Hurk and Jess tag along with him usually. He tends to forget he's on his own now. Hurk acts the same for the most part. He's just gone from actually talking to you to, well, fake talking to you." Kim shrugged as she kept explaining what some of Rook's other friends were up to, including how Jess had gone on a rampage and Grace had done the same.

"I just...I'm so sorry, Kim. I tried I really did I..." Rook trailed off as she looked up at the ceiling and bit her bottom lip, presumably to prevent herself from crying and waking up Carmina. Kim reached out and wrapped her hand around Rook's ankle in a gesture of comfort.

"Hey, you did amazing. You did better than anyone else ever did, Rook. You crippled the cult enough that Whitehorse and the other two deputies got out to Missoula. They couldn't save Burke, but they went to get help. The sheriff radioed in over your frequency saying reinforcements are due any day now. We're going to be okay, Dep. All because of you." Kim spoke softly but with firm honesty.

"They made it?" Rook's eyes burned with hope, with relief that everything she'd done hadn't been in vein. Relief that she'd managed to actually save the people she cared about.

Kim nodded and wiped some tears from her face while rubbing her thumb over Rook's pant leg. "They made it. You died so that they could live, and it worked."

"I did my worst and tried my best, that's all I wanted." Rook laughed a few notes as she rubbed at her eyes with a fist, making sure to hold up Carmina with the other. When she looked back down at Kim though, Kim felt her heartbreak all over again. Her eyes were clouding with that familiar shade of death. Kim gave Rook's leg a squeeze with a nod as a lump formed in her throat.

"And you did, Rook. You did it." Kim whimpered as Rook smiled weakly, then her head fell back against the cushion of the rocking chair.

Kim sat up straight, her throat sore and chest heaving as she gripped at the sheets in front of her. She instinctively looked over at Nick, who was leaning towards Kim with a concerned expression on his face and a hand on Kim's shoulder.

"Another one, babe?" Nick could always tell when Kim had dreams of Rook, because she would begin to cry in her sleep. Nick was always torn between letting Kim see their best friend and waking her up.

"Yeah, another one."

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