ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE | open + human au + presuming myrthia is dead

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    I AM FLESH AND I AM BONE


    Macbeth was doing his typical morning hunt. It reminded him of Myrthia, and he half wondered if he would find her again. God, he missed her.


    He raised his bow as he heard a stumble and a rustle, but frowned as he realised that the deer had already taken flight. Sighing, the curly haired male headed forwards into the forest, when suddenly his foot his upon something unusual. Macbeth furrowed his brow, kneeling and pulling what appeared to be a basket from the soil. It was ripped and torn, and with a drop in his heart, Macbeth realised it was Myrthia's. It was stained with red - blood.


    A loud wail escaped the male's mouth as he clutched the basket to his chest, dropping to his knees.


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    TAKING MY TIME — sylmae w. — blizzardclan && westeros — piebald husky — she/her

    [fancypost=width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][align=justify]Sylmae heard the cry of the man, her head snapping up and in his direction. Seeing as to how her prey had been spooked by the loud shout, Mae ventured in his direction, gazing through the brush to see Macbeth, holding something in his hand. "Macbeth?" She asked softly as she stepped out of the shadows. The brunette didn't often try to care for people so quickly but Macbeth had seemed like he was in the same boat as her. A loved one lost, and hurt individuals had to stick together, right? She pushed those thoughts away as she took a tentative step towards him, gazing at the object in his hand in complete curiosity.

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    I AM FLESH AND I AM BONE


    //amar u wanna fite


    A choked sob escaped his mouth as his hands curved around the basket, dropping his hand. As Sylmae arrived, the male looked up briefly, before dropping the object in what appeared to be disgust.


    "Myrthia..."


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    TAKING MY TIME — sylmae w. — blizzardclan && westeros — piebald husky — she/her

    [fancypost=width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][align=justify]"I uhm.. don't know who that is.. Is she okay?" Sylmae asked as she looked at him, wondering if she should move closer, but she wasn't able to read him. She couldn't tell what he was feeling in this moment and she didn't feel like being attacked right now. She noted the way he dropped the object and she blinked in confusion. What the hell was going on in that head of his?

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    "I... I don't..."


    Macbeth didn't even know what was happening in his head. It was full of whirling thoughts that refused to stick; thoughts of his good times with Myrthia, and then thoughts of her dying. Thoughts of Macbeth a few days before when he had allowed Sylmae to ride on his horse. What was this? Some cruel revenge?


    "She... I... loved her..."


    (c)trexgirl

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    TAKING MY TIME — sylmae w. — blizzardclan && westeros — piebald husky — she/her

    [fancypost=width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][align=justify]"Is she okay? Do you need help finding her?" She felt like this was all some big, weird prank or something, but a shitty one, at that. Macbeth looked really torn up and she wanted nothing more than to help him. Not because she liked him, no, because that's what you did for your friends, assuming they were friends. He was a nice guy, he didn't deserve this pain.

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