Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140305172108

A gracious host
Lott was thrown into his cell again, gasping as he stumbled forward and fell on his face, his head missed his bed by inches as he fell to the floor. The altmer managed to save himself, with his hands; he made them take the full force of the impact, to avoid hitting his head on the stone floor.

The gate shut behind him, leaving Lott with his thoughts and to stew in his own misery. Lott felt Ganlas’ shadow cast over him as he stood up, gasping and panting as he was still exhausted from the torture.

“At least it’s over with…

For today at least.” Ganlas sighed, helping his friend onto the bed.

Lott looked up at him, with a look of despair in his eyes.

“How long do I have to keep doing this?!” Lott cried out, no longer caring about discretion or his dignity as he had lost it a long time ago. His imaginary friend just shook his head and knelt down, beside him.

“I don’t know… but, hopefully, it won’t be for long.”

Lott keeled over, landing on his shoulder on his bed with a sigh.

I just want to die…

“Do you think they’ll kill me?” Lott muttered, his voice completely devoid of emotion and life.

“I-I don’t think so…” Ganlas fumbled, not sure where he was getting at.

“I hope they do…”

Ganlas sighed, heavily, placing his hand on Lott’s shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. Lott opened his eyes and looked up at him, awaiting his attempt to appease him.

“Don’t give up, we beat them last time, remember?”

Lott just sighed in response. They did… but barely and he could never live through that again…

“I…” Lott began to well up again as he thought about what he was going to say.”I miss them…

Mikasa…

Nepht…

I miss having people in my life, I don’t… I don’t want to be alone anymore, I can’t take it!” He finished by clawing at his face, as the tears rolled down his temples and rolled onto his ears.

Ganlas looked away as he nodded, in agreement. He missed them to…

“That makes this harder…”

“No, it makes it better! You have to get out of here, because you have to see them again!”

Ganlas… Was right.

If Lott failed, he’d never see them again. He had to survive and get back to them, this would be his goal; get out of this god forsaken place and get back to Cheydinhal, start a new life and cherish every moment he had with them.

“Yes, whether they feel the same way or not, they are my friends.

I cannot

Will not…

Let them down!”