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Title: a bitter taste
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Cassandra, Sophitia
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Words: 336
Summary: Cassandra, Sophitia, and broken bonds in the dark city of Ostrheinsburg. SCIV-set.
Notes: once again, unedited (that not ending in zero or five wordcount is taunting me). a possible introduction to something longer.
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"Sophitia," Cassandra gasps out, "please, come to your senses-"
Sophitia sets her foot against Cassandra's ribcage and pushes down, hard. Cassandra's plea is cut short by her cry of pain, and she writhes under her sister's foot.
"I am sorry, sister." Sophitia's blue eyes are bright with tears. "I cannot allow you to continue."
"Sophie!"
At the sound of her childhood nickname, Sophitia flinches, but the pressure on Cassandra's chest does not ease. "That girl is gone, Cassandra."
She's not, she's not, Cassandra thinks fiercely, would scream it if her lungs had any air for it. Sophitia's cheeks are damp from all her weeping; the blade she sets at Cassandra's throat shakes like a leaf in a storm. This is no monster, no corrupted shell: this is her sister, with all her kindness and warmth intact, and Cassandra knows the weight of her sins is breaking her soft and tender heart.
The knowledge hurts worse than the steel digging into her flesh.
"Sophitia," Cassandra says again, helpless, holding out her hand- for Sophitia's sake or her own, she's not sure - "let me help you, come home, we - Lucius and Rothion and I, we'll protect you, and Pyhrra, and..."
Sophitia shakes her head, giving Cassandra a tight-lipped smile. "You won't. You can't. Look at yourself, sister - how you could you possibly protect me, when you can't even stand?"
Her words pierce Cassandra's heart, draw blood that her sword cannot. Cassandra tries to protest, but her voice fails her, and she can only gurgle in pathetic denial.
Sophitia rewards her sister with a pitying glance as she lifts her sword, wiping Cassandra's blood from the blade with a hand that trembles. Without a word, she turns away. Cassandra tries to rise, to follow, but wounded and exhausted, she has no strength left to move, and she lies helpless upon the stone floor. Sophitia does not spare her a glance backwards as she ascends the tower. The darkness welcomes her glimmering white form, engulfs her.
And Cassandra can do nothing but watch.
Title: a bitter taste
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Cassandra, Sophitia
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Words: 336
Summary: Cassandra, Sophitia, and broken bonds in the dark city of Ostrheinsburg. SCIV-set.
Notes: once again, unedited (that not ending in zero or five wordcount is taunting me). a possible introduction to something longer.
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"Sophitia," Cassandra gasps out, "please, come to your senses-"
Sophitia sets her foot against Cassandra's ribcage and pushes down, hard. Cassandra's plea is cut short by her cry of pain, and she writhes under her sister's foot.
"I am sorry, sister." Sophitia's blue eyes are bright with tears. "I cannot allow you to continue."
"Sophie!"
At the sound of her childhood nickname, Sophitia flinches, but the pressure on Cassandra's chest does not ease. "That girl is gone, Cassandra."
She's not, she's not, Cassandra thinks fiercely, would scream it if her lungs had any air for it. Sophitia's cheeks are damp from all her weeping; the blade she sets at Cassandra's throat shakes like a leaf in a storm. This is no monster, no corrupted shell: this is her sister, with all her kindness and warmth intact, and Cassandra knows the weight of her sins is breaking her soft and tender heart.
The knowledge hurts worse than the steel digging into her flesh.
"Sophitia," Cassandra says again, helpless, holding out her hand- for Sophitia's sake or her own, she's not sure - "let me help you, come home, we - Lucius and Rothion and I, we'll protect you, and Pyhrra, and..."
Sophitia shakes her head, giving Cassandra a tight-lipped smile. "You won't. You can't. Look at yourself, sister - how you could you possibly protect me, when you can't even stand?"
Her words pierce Cassandra's heart, draw blood that her sword cannot. Cassandra tries to protest, but her voice fails her, and she can only gurgle in pathetic denial.
Sophitia rewards her sister with a pitying glance as she lifts her sword, wiping Cassandra's blood from the blade with a hand that trembles. Without a word, she turns away. Cassandra tries to rise, to follow, but wounded and exhausted, she has no strength left to move, and she lies helpless upon the stone floor. Sophitia does not spare her a glance backwards as she ascends the tower. The darkness welcomes her glimmering white form, engulfs her.
And Cassandra can do nothing but watch.
