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"I'm in love with you - there, I said it." /you can thank me later.

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      “You—” Nathaniel turned to look at her, “You what?” His eyes widened in surprise. “You pulling a prank on me or something?” He blinked a few times. “Cause that’s not funny at all, playing around with people. I’d even say it’s rude, given the situation we’re in and the fact that you know how I feel about it.”

Cethin blinked a few times and looked away from Nathaniel. “I’ve always appriciated honesty, so I decided to be honest with you.” she said bluntly, but her stomach was full of butterflies. Why did she say it out loud? Was she stupid? There was no taking it back now, and they were both probably end up dead within a week, so why not.

"Can’t accept it? Ignore it, and I think everything will be like it has been all this time." she said and looked at him now in the eye.

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This is like a round of cards against humanity

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jrry requested: Castiel + smiling

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(Executed meme) Cethin didn't even bother to hold back tears. She embraced Erestor tightly, crying, because that was all she could do. She hoped that this would be just a nightmare and she would wake up soon. But it wasn't like that. This would be the last time she would see Erestor's face, hear his voice and have the chance to hug him. "You don't deserve this... it should be me.." Cethin whispered with her voice trembling and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never forget you. I love you."

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Erestor tried to be brave. He embraced her one last time, gently wiping away her tears and managing a shaky smile. “Sh… Do not cry…Just… just promise me you’ll look after Mothiel, okay? Make sure she knows her Nana loves her… please?” he pleaded, tears filling his eyes at the thought of his daughter.

Cethin couldn’t stop the tears from flooding down her cheeks. She looked at Erestor with her red swollen eyes. She could see that Erestor was scared, and she felt stupid for crying so much. “I promise. I’ll look after Mothiel no matter what it takes. And I promise Mothiel will know how brave and loving her Nana is.” she promised, noticing that Erestor’s eyes were filling up with tears. She placed her hands on Erestor’s cheeks and forced on a smile. “You’re allowed to cry. You don’t have to be brave.” she told him, deciding it was her turn to be brave.

Erestor threw his arms around her, sobbing into her shoulder. “I don’t want to die.” he blurted out, tears falling thick and fast. It couldn’t be happening, not to him. How would Mothiel grow up with her Nana? He was so scared, but it made him feel guilty. He not be scared, Mothiel would be the one losing her Nana.

Cethin felt every single tear on her shoulder as Erestor broke down in her arms, and hugged him tightly again. “I know, love… I know…” tears were still falling down her cheeks, but there was another emotion taking over her, slowly but surely; rage. She was ready to murder all of those, who had made this happen to her dearest friend. “I would take your place if I was given the chance.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” she whispered quietly to his ear.

She then gave more of a thought to her words. Could I? Is it possible? Would the council agree? They’d be fucking happy to get rid of me, so it’s a win win situations. She was now seriously considering about demanding the council to kill her in Erestor’s place. No one would miss Cethin, except maybe Erestor, so her death wouldn’t matter.

"N-no…" he sniffed, wiping his eyes, "You can’t… Mothiel needs you as much as she needs me… you’re like a second mother to her. Besides, I need you, Cethin. They would not listen anyway."

The tears felt cold on his cheeks,and he sighed heavily. “How will they do it, Cethin? They did not tell me, but I want to know… I hope it does not hurt…”

Cethin sighed and wiped Erestor’s tears from his cheeks. “I don’t know.” Lies. She did know, but she didn’t want to tell Erestor. They would cut off his head with a sharp and heavy sword, but if you do it the wrong way, one blow might not be enough to kill the person. Erestor was as thin as paper on the inside, so she didn’t want to scare him any more.

"I.. I could make then listen." she said in a more determined voice, but there was uncertainty and panic in it too. "The world needs you more than it needs me. And don’t bother to deny it. We both know it’s true." she looked at the sky. He would be executed at sunrise, and it was about half hour away. Cethin’s stomach felt like a thousand butterflies were trying to break free from under her skin. She shook her head not willing to acknowledge the fact that there Erestor would be gone soon. "No… No. I will not accept this." She said now with an angry tone, and blue scales were fighting their way up her neck. She wouldn’t let Erestor die. No way in hell.

He frowned at her, not able to find the right words. It would not be long now. He knew they would drag up those steps, and push him and hurt him. He promised himself he would not cry. The brave do not cry, that is what his father had once said.

"What can you do?" he asked softly, fiddling with his hair nervously. Soon. He exhaled slowly, stuck by a sudden realisation that it would be one of his last breaths. Tears pooled in his tears and he wiped them away roughly.

She looked at Erestor now completely sure of her plan. “I’ll threaten them. It will make this place’s enemy and everyone will hate me, but it’s worth it. And if they say no, I’ll bring up the topic of an exchange. They keep you alive, and kill me instead. They don’t like me anyway, so it’s a win win situation, you live, I die.” she said calmly, as if she was talking about cooking a dinner.

She stood up straight looking at the sky. She could make it in time. “Wait here. Don’t follow me.” she said firmly, gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran off in the direction, where she knew the council would be. Oh they would have the conversation of their lives in a few minutes.

She was gone before he could protest. Erestor didn’t want Cethin to die for him, not at all. He sighed, holding his head in his hands. Oh, how he wished he were at home, with his daughter and his books, safe and in no fear. 

A pair of guards came in, their face stern and emotionless. Roughly, they pulled Erestor to his feet, and the elf could do nothing but let them, tears beginning to form in his eyes. They led him out of the room, down a hall, and into a small, dark room, with a two that opened onto a platform where the axeman stood waiting.

"Wait here." they ordered, and locked the door behind them.

Cethin pushed her way through the guards, some of them didn’t even botehr to protest; because they were afraid or annoyed, Cethin didn’t know and didn’t care. She slammed open the council’s meeting room’s door and smiled brightly at their shocked faces.

She slammed her fists on their long table. and looked each and everyone of them in the eye, chaning hers to her big and dark green dragons eyes. “Now all of you little shits will listen up. You let Erestor live, or I swear I’ll burn this loved Rivendell to the ground, and make it my new nest. And if this doesn’t make you happy, I have another suggestion. You kill me, and you let Erestor be. I don’t have all day, so I need decisions within seconds. Chop chop pointy ears, or I swear I’ll kill you all.” she yelled at them, seeing how some of them shivered in fear, some were angry.

For a good ten minutes they battled about what should be done, but they came to a result that made Cethin happy in a way; they let Erestor live, Cethin never steps inside Rivendell’s borders again, but stays near protecting the elves from dangers. For as long as she lives. “Fair enough. I want this on paper, now. Whoever writes the fastest; do it.” It took a little over 30 seconds for them to have a paper that had everyone’s signatures on it, including Cethin’s. “pleasure doing business with you all.” Cethin turned her eyes back to normal, left room without saying anything else, and ran back to Erestor as fast as she could. She looked at the sky. She had about 5 minutes. Screw running. She grew out her wings, and they ripped the back of her shirt open and she flew to the place were Erestor had been. She landed roughly to the place where she had left him. But he wasn’t there.

No, no, no, no…. she thought and took off again, and flew straight to where Erestor was supposed to be executed. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she got to her destination. The axeman was all ready to take his first blow. “STOP!!” Cethin screamed with a dragon like sound, that would plant fear in to any being’s heart. She almost fell down as she landed next to Erestor and out of breath. She threw the paper to the axeman. “Not today.” she said out of breath and smiled at Erestor.

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Cethin really took her time with the coffee. She didn’t want to go back with Will, she was annoyed just by his presence. She dropped two sugar cubes to Will’s coffee lazily and put some milk in hers.

She decided to really take her time and stayed drinking her coffee, thinking Will might be grateful for the silence as well. Jack wouldn’t get out of this easily.. why would he put them doing paperwork until the morning? That’s just cruel.

After a few moments, while Will’s coffee was still hot, she went back to the room where Will was, and saw he was completely in his own thoughts. As much as she wanted to scare him, but it wasn’t her style to be that childish. She layed his coffee cup quietly on the table and sat next to him.

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When she noticed Will was coming back to their world, she tilted her head curiosly and asked “Anything good in Wonderland?”

Will’s mind ran through the supposed last days of the victim. He’d been visiting someone for hours on end. Apparently, he was studying their family history and how they were related to Jaques de Molay.

Will had read a little on the topic of the Knights Templar as a teenager, so could easily visualise the last moments of Jaques… but he could see no reason as to why someone would kill anyone for such information. 

At the sound of Cethin’s voice, Will jolted from his thoughts and rubbed his eyes. “N-Yes. Kind of. Jaques de Molay… has something to do with this, I think.”

Where in the world does he get these ideas.. For some reason Cethin found it hard to believe that a person who lived in the 14th century had something to do with this case. Or maybe he was talking about some more modern person that she had no information about. She had absoltely no clue, and didn’t like feeling stupid.

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"So.. how does he exactly fit in to this case? You spend a few moments with some papers and a knife, and a random name comes up to your head?" she said, a little cynical.

"Jaques du Molay was the head of the Knights Templar when they were ‘disbanded’. One of the victims was researching him when they were murdered. If I’m right, the heirloom knives could be part of the Molay heritage, or a parallel family that came into contact with it."

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"And I don’t just sit here looking at it. The girlfriend told us that he dedicated the last few weeks of his life to finding out about Jaques Du Molay. And the only reasons anyone would would be for spiritual, historical research or inheritance purposes."

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Cethin blinked a few times and raised an eyebrow. “Whatever you say.” she said defeated and leaned back in her chair, checking what time it is. 12am. Perfect. She sighed deep and looked at Will once again.

"I’m sorry, my brain is not functioning properly at this time, so I won’t be much use for this little mystery, as interesting as it is." she stood up. "don’t let me bother you, I’ll just go through these other things, so we won’t be here ‘till dawn." she said bluntly and walked to the boxes full of unorganized papers. She looked at them, took a deep breathe and sat on the floor next to them, going through the papers, completely ignoring Will.

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(Executed meme) Cethin didn't even bother to hold back tears. She embraced Erestor tightly, crying, because that was all she could do. She hoped that this would be just a nightmare and she would wake up soon. But it wasn't like that. This would be the last time she would see Erestor's face, hear his voice and have the chance to hug him. "You don't deserve this... it should be me.." Cethin whispered with her voice trembling and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never forget you. I love you."

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Erestor tried to be brave. He embraced her one last time, gently wiping away her tears and managing a shaky smile. “Sh… Do not cry…Just… just promise me you’ll look after Mothiel, okay? Make sure she knows her Nana loves her… please?” he pleaded, tears filling his eyes at the thought of his daughter.

Cethin couldn’t stop the tears from flooding down her cheeks. She looked at Erestor with her red swollen eyes. She could see that Erestor was scared, and she felt stupid for crying so much. “I promise. I’ll look after Mothiel no matter what it takes. And I promise Mothiel will know how brave and loving her Nana is.” she promised, noticing that Erestor’s eyes were filling up with tears. She placed her hands on Erestor’s cheeks and forced on a smile. “You’re allowed to cry. You don’t have to be brave.” she told him, deciding it was her turn to be brave.

Erestor threw his arms around her, sobbing into her shoulder. “I don’t want to die.” he blurted out, tears falling thick and fast. It couldn’t be happening, not to him. How would Mothiel grow up with her Nana? He was so scared, but it made him feel guilty. He not be scared, Mothiel would be the one losing her Nana.

Cethin felt every single tear on her shoulder as Erestor broke down in her arms, and hugged him tightly again. “I know, love… I know…” tears were still falling down her cheeks, but there was another emotion taking over her, slowly but surely; rage. She was ready to murder all of those, who had made this happen to her dearest friend. “I would take your place if I was given the chance.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” she whispered quietly to his ear.

She then gave more of a thought to her words. Could I? Is it possible? Would the council agree? They’d be fucking happy to get rid of me, so it’s a win win situations. She was now seriously considering about demanding the council to kill her in Erestor’s place. No one would miss Cethin, except maybe Erestor, so her death wouldn’t matter.

"N-no…" he sniffed, wiping his eyes, "You can’t… Mothiel needs you as much as she needs me… you’re like a second mother to her. Besides, I need you, Cethin. They would not listen anyway."

The tears felt cold on his cheeks,and he sighed heavily. “How will they do it, Cethin? They did not tell me, but I want to know… I hope it does not hurt…”

Cethin sighed and wiped Erestor’s tears from his cheeks. “I don’t know.” Lies. She did know, but she didn’t want to tell Erestor. They would cut off his head with a sharp and heavy sword, but if you do it the wrong way, one blow might not be enough to kill the person. Erestor was as thin as paper on the inside, so she didn’t want to scare him any more.

"I.. I could make then listen." she said in a more determined voice, but there was uncertainty and panic in it too. "The world needs you more than it needs me. And don’t bother to deny it. We both know it’s true." she looked at the sky. He would be executed at sunrise, and it was about half hour away. Cethin’s stomach felt like a thousand butterflies were trying to break free from under her skin. She shook her head not willing to acknowledge the fact that there Erestor would be gone soon. "No… No. I will not accept this." She said now with an angry tone, and blue scales were fighting their way up her neck. She wouldn’t let Erestor die. No way in hell.

He frowned at her, not able to find the right words. It would not be long now. He knew they would drag up those steps, and push him and hurt him. He promised himself he would not cry. The brave do not cry, that is what his father had once said.

"What can you do?" he asked softly, fiddling with his hair nervously. Soon. He exhaled slowly, stuck by a sudden realisation that it would be one of his last breaths. Tears pooled in his tears and he wiped them away roughly.

She looked at Erestor now completely sure of her plan. “I’ll threaten them. It will make this place’s enemy and everyone will hate me, but it’s worth it. And if they say no, I’ll bring up the topic of an exchange. They keep you alive, and kill me instead. They don’t like me anyway, so it’s a win win situation, you live, I die.” she said calmly, as if she was talking about cooking a dinner.

She stood up straight looking at the sky. She could make it in time. “Wait here. Don’t follow me.” she said firmly, gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran off in the direction, where she knew the council would be. Oh they would have the conversation of their lives in a few minutes.