A few notes:
1, I can't make any promises on continuing soon, or at all - full time student and part-time employee and so forth.
2, These are more like connected oneshots than a story, so it will skip a lot of time and only cover the interesting stuff. Yay for no filler.
3, Although I do love Nasuada and Murtagh, this isn't entirely about them, though it will be for a while. There is a lot of mush and angst and general sadness. This is, after all, Galbatorix's world.
And that is all, for once. Lucky for you I don't ramble as much as I do in my other fandoms.
DISCLAIMER: So, Inheritence isn't mine, but I suppose the idea is. Sort of. Not really. Ah well.
In love, we can do anything, be anything, without even realizing we can do or be it. All we know is we love and are loved in return, and that alone we will take to places we never thought we could go, forgetting that what we do or who we are wasn't possible before.
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The blood pooled on the floor. She watched as he killed her love, again and again, bringing him back from the brink of death only to push him back again.
She screamed until her screaming seemed to be coming from the walls themselves, cursing and sobbing and somehow able to see every gruesome detail through the haze of her tears.
His eyes met hers, agony and sorrow abiding in the dark circles she used to look into so admiringly. Even in the depths of unending pain, he looked on her with love. "Be strong, Nasuada!" He told her, gritting his teeth and groaning.
She couldn't possibly be strong, not when his encouragement was rewarded with more pain. She continued to scream, scream protests, scream his name, beg for the end for both of them. He had promised her, if it came down to it, that he would end her if the torture grew to be too much. He had not anticipated that the king would do more than cast illusions when - if - he found out about their feelings.
Feelings that had not been spoken of, not been acted except to heal her wounds, to comfort him in the difficult maze of an impossible life. Feelings that had never had a chance to grow beyond unity in the midst of despair.
All the things the monster had shown her, all the false futures, the smiles, the caresses, the children. Free, full of spirit, laughter...love.
Love.
The words tore from her lips, mingling with her screams and his cries, unaware of what she was doing, without heed, without thought. She had to save him. She loved him.
Suddenly, the king smiled, one of those wicked, false smiles she had seen so often. Her love hung limp in his grasp. "There now, dear." He dropped her love's body to the floor. She whimpered, her throat so dry she was barely able to make the sound. Her tears felt like they would drown her. Blood pooled in her mouth, flowing out of the sores she'd bitten in her anguish. She choked and coughed on it, spraying droplets into the air.
The king took steps towards her, his fingers running down her cheek. "Why must you make everything so hard? He didn't have to die, Nasuada. You could have saved him."
"Bring him back!" She coughed, trying to sit up to spit out the blood but her restraints kept her to the stone table. She began to curse loudly, continuing to choke on her own blood until her vision began to swim.
He smiled. "As you wish, Nasuada."
Her dreams revolved around her love's agony-filled eyes.