Post by Crona on Jun 27, 2011 13:21:48 GMT -8
Just a little drabble for now, toying around with the idea of Droite's death and how Gauche will react to it. Apologies if Neyla is out of character here. I've never played Sly Cooper, so I'm not all that familiar with her. But this was fun to write. :3
Left Without a Right
Gauche didn’t move. She couldn’t bring herself to get closer to the fallen figure sprawled out on the floor with her back to her. She couldn’t stop the trembling that was overcoming her as pain and horror filled her eyes. Gauche barely acknowledged the presence of any of the other performers in the catacombs anymore. She didn’t want to speak to any of them. All Gauche wanted was to confirm that was she was seeing was just a figment of her imagination. But there was no mistaking the fallen figure. The dark green feathers, the tiny wings, those curved horns barely sticking out from ruffled green hair…
“No… no, no, no, no…” at last, Gauche made herself move. She was by Droite’s side in an instant, fumbling slightly as she moved and gently rolled her sister on to her back. “Droite. Droite, answer me.” Gauche said. She wouldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be the end, could it? Her sister was still there, wasn’t she? It wasn’t time for her to join Yeager. It couldn’t be.
“Droite, please! I… I’m not joking here. Wake up!” Gauche’s words were harsher now, threatening to be choked by tears that were beginning to become more evident. The dragon-girl didn’t move. It was only then that Gauche even noticed the blood that had stained the tattered remains of Droite’s clothing and her feathers. There was no blood on the girl’s claws. Had she even put up a fight?
Soft, familiar laughter made Gauche’s head rise quickly. Gauche didn’t have to ask who it was. The tigress didn’t do a good job of making her presence go unnoticed. “Why, whatever is the matter Miss Gauche?” Neyla asked. There was no mistaking the purr in her tone. The other girl was clearly satisfied about something.
Gauche didn’t dare respond. She returned her attention to Droite and carefully moved her sister so that her head was resting against her lap. A pale yellow light formed around Gauche, and she began murmuring the healing incantation she knew so well. She could save Droite. Gauche wasn’t going to let her go, not after everything that had happened to her. For several minutes Gauche didn’t move. She continued trying to heal her sister, oblivious to the fact that Neyla was right next to her, and fought against the tears threatening to spill.
It was becoming more evident that her healing was doing nothing. The very thought frightened Gauche. Tentatively, Gauche held out her hand and shakily moved it closer to Droite’s chest. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be. When her hand reached her sister’s feathered chest, however, Gauche’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was no heartbeat.
“Pity, isn’t it? She made such a good performer.” Neyla stated, seeming to read the redhead’s mind. Gauche didn’t speak, too horrified for the moment to do so. Too broken to even put together a sentence. She did register that Neyla had moved a paw to her shoulder, and Gauche at last looked up at the tigress. She could see satisfaction clearly etched in Neyla’s face. “Though, I suppose it isn’t much of a loss. She didn’t put up much of a fight, or so I’m told.” Neyla continued.
It took a moment, but what had been said clicked in the redhead’s mind at last. The satisfaction in her tone, her word choice… she had let this happen. “You… you promised that Droite wouldn’t be hurt. You promised you’d protect her!” Gauche snapped.
“I promise a lot of things. It’s a dark world, Gauche. No one can hope to fulfill all of their promises.” Neyla stated bluntly. Those very words made Gauche want to hurt something. Anything. Her sister was dead, and evidently the tigress hadn’t done a thing to stop it. Gauche was fully prepared to make good on her wish to hurt Neyla, but the tigress had already begun to move away. Gauche didn’t move from her spot, still wanting to keep Droite’s body where it was in her lap, but instead shot a look at her co-worker that would have sent her sprawling on to the floor if looks could kill.
“You said I could trust you!” Gauche cried. “You gave me your word, Neyla. You said you would make sure nothing happened to Droite. What the hell happened to that?” she demanded.
“My dear Gauche, haven’t you figured it out by now? You can’t trust anyone in this world. Now I suggest you suck it up, get rid of that body, and get back to work. The Ringmaster wouldn’t be pleased to see you slacking off.” Neyla hissed as she turned around, letting her gaze meet Gauche’s as she spoke. The tigress seemed satisfied by her words, and so left Gauche to let them sink in to the redhead’s mind.
…Trust no one. That was what Gauche had always done. She had always put herself, Droite, and Yeager first, even before the safety of Leviathan’s Claw, to ensure that nothing would hurt her anymore. Ever since Yeager had died, Gauche had become colder. Even Droite had noticed it. Gauche had promised herself that she wouldn’t be hurt again, that she wouldn’t blindly put trust in anyone again, but even then it had been worthless. Her sister was dead. She hadn’t been able to do anything to help her. To top it off, someone she thought that she could trust had betrayed her.
“Droite… I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. Please, come back. I can’t live without you. You’re… you’re all I have left.” Gauche begged quietly. She knew it was futile wishing for the dead to come back, she knew it was meaningless to say what she was saying, but the fragile, frightened part of her that she never allowed to shine through was hoping it would work. Gauche didn’t want to be alone. She had lost her real parents, she had lost her home, and Yeager had been lost as well. What would she do without Droite? What did she even have left?
When the expected response of silence at last sunk in, Gauche allowed a choked sob to escape her and held Droite close to her. The redhead didn’t move for what felt like an eternity, and she was numb to anything that was happening around her. She was also blind to the pair of dark blue eyes that hadn’t left her since Neyla had abandoned her. As far as Gauche was concerned, her world had fallen apart completely. She was alone.
Left Without a Right
Gauche didn’t move. She couldn’t bring herself to get closer to the fallen figure sprawled out on the floor with her back to her. She couldn’t stop the trembling that was overcoming her as pain and horror filled her eyes. Gauche barely acknowledged the presence of any of the other performers in the catacombs anymore. She didn’t want to speak to any of them. All Gauche wanted was to confirm that was she was seeing was just a figment of her imagination. But there was no mistaking the fallen figure. The dark green feathers, the tiny wings, those curved horns barely sticking out from ruffled green hair…
“No… no, no, no, no…” at last, Gauche made herself move. She was by Droite’s side in an instant, fumbling slightly as she moved and gently rolled her sister on to her back. “Droite. Droite, answer me.” Gauche said. She wouldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be the end, could it? Her sister was still there, wasn’t she? It wasn’t time for her to join Yeager. It couldn’t be.
“Droite, please! I… I’m not joking here. Wake up!” Gauche’s words were harsher now, threatening to be choked by tears that were beginning to become more evident. The dragon-girl didn’t move. It was only then that Gauche even noticed the blood that had stained the tattered remains of Droite’s clothing and her feathers. There was no blood on the girl’s claws. Had she even put up a fight?
Soft, familiar laughter made Gauche’s head rise quickly. Gauche didn’t have to ask who it was. The tigress didn’t do a good job of making her presence go unnoticed. “Why, whatever is the matter Miss Gauche?” Neyla asked. There was no mistaking the purr in her tone. The other girl was clearly satisfied about something.
Gauche didn’t dare respond. She returned her attention to Droite and carefully moved her sister so that her head was resting against her lap. A pale yellow light formed around Gauche, and she began murmuring the healing incantation she knew so well. She could save Droite. Gauche wasn’t going to let her go, not after everything that had happened to her. For several minutes Gauche didn’t move. She continued trying to heal her sister, oblivious to the fact that Neyla was right next to her, and fought against the tears threatening to spill.
It was becoming more evident that her healing was doing nothing. The very thought frightened Gauche. Tentatively, Gauche held out her hand and shakily moved it closer to Droite’s chest. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be. When her hand reached her sister’s feathered chest, however, Gauche’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was no heartbeat.
“Pity, isn’t it? She made such a good performer.” Neyla stated, seeming to read the redhead’s mind. Gauche didn’t speak, too horrified for the moment to do so. Too broken to even put together a sentence. She did register that Neyla had moved a paw to her shoulder, and Gauche at last looked up at the tigress. She could see satisfaction clearly etched in Neyla’s face. “Though, I suppose it isn’t much of a loss. She didn’t put up much of a fight, or so I’m told.” Neyla continued.
It took a moment, but what had been said clicked in the redhead’s mind at last. The satisfaction in her tone, her word choice… she had let this happen. “You… you promised that Droite wouldn’t be hurt. You promised you’d protect her!” Gauche snapped.
“I promise a lot of things. It’s a dark world, Gauche. No one can hope to fulfill all of their promises.” Neyla stated bluntly. Those very words made Gauche want to hurt something. Anything. Her sister was dead, and evidently the tigress hadn’t done a thing to stop it. Gauche was fully prepared to make good on her wish to hurt Neyla, but the tigress had already begun to move away. Gauche didn’t move from her spot, still wanting to keep Droite’s body where it was in her lap, but instead shot a look at her co-worker that would have sent her sprawling on to the floor if looks could kill.
“You said I could trust you!” Gauche cried. “You gave me your word, Neyla. You said you would make sure nothing happened to Droite. What the hell happened to that?” she demanded.
“My dear Gauche, haven’t you figured it out by now? You can’t trust anyone in this world. Now I suggest you suck it up, get rid of that body, and get back to work. The Ringmaster wouldn’t be pleased to see you slacking off.” Neyla hissed as she turned around, letting her gaze meet Gauche’s as she spoke. The tigress seemed satisfied by her words, and so left Gauche to let them sink in to the redhead’s mind.
…Trust no one. That was what Gauche had always done. She had always put herself, Droite, and Yeager first, even before the safety of Leviathan’s Claw, to ensure that nothing would hurt her anymore. Ever since Yeager had died, Gauche had become colder. Even Droite had noticed it. Gauche had promised herself that she wouldn’t be hurt again, that she wouldn’t blindly put trust in anyone again, but even then it had been worthless. Her sister was dead. She hadn’t been able to do anything to help her. To top it off, someone she thought that she could trust had betrayed her.
“Droite… I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. Please, come back. I can’t live without you. You’re… you’re all I have left.” Gauche begged quietly. She knew it was futile wishing for the dead to come back, she knew it was meaningless to say what she was saying, but the fragile, frightened part of her that she never allowed to shine through was hoping it would work. Gauche didn’t want to be alone. She had lost her real parents, she had lost her home, and Yeager had been lost as well. What would she do without Droite? What did she even have left?
When the expected response of silence at last sunk in, Gauche allowed a choked sob to escape her and held Droite close to her. The redhead didn’t move for what felt like an eternity, and she was numb to anything that was happening around her. She was also blind to the pair of dark blue eyes that hadn’t left her since Neyla had abandoned her. As far as Gauche was concerned, her world had fallen apart completely. She was alone.
Soooo sad... *huggles Gauche*
Poor Gauche indeed, though. *huggles as well*
