The Truth's The Worst I Could Do [SAMSON]

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

You could tell immediately from the way the woman walked that there was a thought plaguing her mind. The spring had completely disappeared from her steps, and her arms stayed limply by her sides as she carried her suitcase and other possessions. From this, you could also tell that not only was she thinking, but that her thoughts were not pleasant ones. She had the posture of a shell-shocked soldier, from which you just sense her palpable fear. Her guilt. …Her heartbreak.

The night had started off well. That was a common saying, wasn’t it? Too many stories of a night ending the wrong way. But anyway, Bree had arrived at Shane’s house just in time, after finishing up her last bit of packing and saying goodbye to her house for a little while. She didn’t mind, though. She knew why what was happening was actually happening. It was to keep her safe. To keep her out of trouble. And she knew that well enough to not question. It was so much easier when things were that way.

The problem was that she wasn’t…feeling right. She knew why it was happening, but…she didn’t think she wanted it to. She felt perfectly safe in her house, even without Shane there and the protection he was offering to provide. Besides, why would anyone feel the need to question her about anything? She was just a florist; it wasn’t like she’d know anything useful. And no one would found out about what happened in the forest that way. She certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, and had the feeling Shane wouldn’t either.

So, on the whole, Bree had been feeling pretty miserable that day. She was giving up her house (and possibly her freedom) because of one little thing that had happened? She knew she didn’t have any other choice, but she couldn’t help but feel so stupid for not asserting her reasons as to why she would have liked to stay put. She still would’ve had Shane’s help, surely. So, even though seemed externally happy and content…she most definitely was not. It wasn’t lying. It was just summoning good emotions so that she wouldn’t worry Shane as to why she was feeling the way she was. She couldn’t stand being a burden, and that night had been no exception.

Anyway, there’d been a glass of wine on the table in front of her. Now, Bree wasn’t a particularly big drinker. Just at parties, and sometimes with meals, and the like. And she knew that she was being stupid, but…the last time she remembered having a meal like this with any other person…well, it had been Adam. This, of course, made her feel even worse than she was already feeling. She didn’t want to remember that happening. She didn’t want to remember him happening. Not at all. She didn’t want the pain anymore. She was sick and tired of it.

That glass of wine was followed by another, and another, until Bree’s senses were pretty warped. She was quite tipsy, put simply. And yet…she still felt so lonely. Still felt like she was missing something. But this, of course, had been the alcohol telling her things, and twisting her judgement. Shane just seemed so sweet, and kind, and caring...and…and they were both drunk…one thing had led to another, and…well…it had happened. Done. Over with.

She’d woken up early that morning, with every memory still fresh in her mind, and a man in bed beside her. She felt so…so stupid. How the hell had she been idiotic enough to actually believe that something like this wouldn’t happen? She should have sensed it when she found herself starting to feel depressed. Should have cleared out when she started to find the alcohol an attractive escape route.

Should have. Could have. Story of Bree’s life, wasn’t it?

And now, here she was, having left in the small hours of the following morning, leaving nothing but a note to explain her disappearance, trying not to cry. She’d save her tears for when no one could see her; when no one could sense what she was feeling. Her house was much too obvious. If she was seen going to her house this early in the morning, then it would be obvious that something had happened. No, she’d be much safer going to her shop. It would seem like she’d forgotten to check up on something, which happened a surprisingly high number of times. Bree couldn’t help that she was forgetful, now could she?

She quickly found herself outside her shop once more. Her shop, which she had closed early so that she could leave for Shane’s house on time, looked dark and uninviting, with just the back lights on. It would be better once the other lights were on. It always did. She loved her little shop; it was the one thing that kept her in Carford. She was just there all the time, or as long as she could possibly be. It was a nice distraction.

She slipped her hand into the pocket of her leather jacket, where she always kept her keys for the store. And…coming back to what was mentioned about her being forgetful. She remembered putting her keys…on Shane’s bedside table. That’s where they were. Back at his house. Oh, god, she’d left her keys at his place. That wasn’t awkward or stupid at all, was it?

She just guessed she’d have to go back.

But…but she seemed to be glued to the spot in which she was standing. She was unable to move. She just…she couldn’t go back. Not after what had happened. It just…it wasn’t right. She felt...filthy. And that house wouldn’t help with what she was feeling. But…at the same time…she needed her keys. If not to get in now, to get in later in the day for her work.

And that was it.

She turned around, her back against the door, and she slid down it, her case and possessions on the ground beside her. She placed her head on her knees, and finally stopped holding back the sobs that had been threatening to leak through for an hour now. They tore through her body, though they were still quiet. She didn’t want to let the world know how she was feeling. It was burdening enough on herself. She just wallowed in her own thoughts, about how stupid she was, about how she’d let a good night go so amazingly wrong.

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[samson corvus]

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Three hours ago he was in Alderres, atop of Aldere Mountains- because he was unable to sleep much- thinking about what the hell he was doing with his life. For some reason things have come to a slow stop in his life…he had everything one person could possibly need in life and yet he couldn’t help but feel like he had nothing.
Maybe because the only things Samson Corvus truly cared about in his life was his wings, Rags and Dessie. Nothing else but then again he was pretty sure he had no room in his heart for anything else.
His mind had been clouded and dangerously close to becoming sentimental which was definitely not fucking happening. So he unfurled his large silver threaded white wings from their hiding in the slits of his back and stretched the widely, relieving the ache he felt from keeping them hidden so often but he was fairly sure the stiffness would not be relieved so easily.
He flexed them for a moment, letting them relish their freedom before he took a leap off the mountain and before he began to slice through the cold air he beat his magnificent wings, once- stopped his body from plummeting towards the rocky hard ground, twice- begun his ascension into the sky.
Keeping his eyes closed as he continued to beat his wings every so often, sending him higher, past the clouds and higher towards the stars he was sure of it…so close yet so far from the Heavens- the thought didn’t make his chest ache, no, he refused to believe that.

Samson didn’t stop flying upwards until he was at the heights of the stratosphere. It was only then he opened his eyes, looking down below at the clouds of the dark sky. Beyond that he knew was the No Man’s Lands.
Then, with a deep breath he hesitantly looked upwards the star filled black sky. He knew beyond would scientifically ‘space’ but in another realm entirely was the place he was created, the Heavens- the gates of which were now closed forever to him. He could never return…but through the stars at this distance…those little pockets of aluminous light in a sky so full of darkness. His mind began to think of them as little tantalising glimpses of Heaven and although nothing in this realm could ever match the beauty of the Heavens but then again he didn’t think anyone who’d been in the Heavens and left could remember such light with clarity. No mere memory could retain the beauty and Samson was one to know about the minds and memory capacity of most beings.
However, to Samson, the light of stars seemed pretty damn close.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes again and once again let himself fall for a brief moment before gently beating his wings and somersaulting in the air with only the thought of the heart pumping and exhilarating feeling of soaring through the air.
It wasn’t long until a rumble of laughter escaped his lips. Oh god, he loved the flying and the ache and stiffness that was formerly within his wings a long forgotten echo.


Samson wasn’t sure why he stopped and decided to go back down onto Earth but he did. All things had to come to an end at some point…and so making himself invisible he made his decline and when he landed, he landed with a smile. The blood pumping wildly through his veins was absolutely euphoric. It was an amazing sensation and the only thing that he could think of that rivalled it was probably sex- the thought made him smirk. He knew he had landed in Carford this because he knew the streets of Alderres well and within the past couple of weeks he’d spent coming to Carford he had was vaguely familiar with some of the areas and this happened to be one of them and definitely not a place within Alderres.
He found himself then just walking the dark near-empty streets of Carford that much like Alderres was still in its moment of peace from the ridiculous war that plagued the cities. He had to wonder if some had even forgotten that sometime soon something would happen that’d spark another battle that would end the lives of many people that were fighting a war start by two spoilt brats.

As he walked, he began to get the feeling that he wasn’t alone and something made him turn his head to look over at one of the many shops only to find someone with their head in their knees and suitcases on the ground beside her. It was clear by the long tresses of light hair and size of the person that the form was a woman. He found himself looking up to the sign of the shop. A florists.
Then it clicked. That was Bree…oh shit. Oh shit. He could just leave right now, she wouldn’t know but unfortunately he had a soul, a conscience that told him he should go and…sympathise and...comfort her. And although another part of him told him he should just leave his morality made him slowly go over to her, and with a deep breath he called out gently “Bree?" There. There was no going back now. He approached her carefully, so not to startle her, as if she were a little bird that’d take off at any sudden movement.

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[Bree Anise Ripsen]

Bree had almost completely closed off from the world around her. The woman was far too lost in her own self-hatred and sadness to pay attention to what everyone or everything else was doing. Everyone was probably sleeping by now. It was about 3 in the morning, for crying out loud. Bree had thought she would be sleeping by this point. But she knew she wouldn't be able to. Every time she closed her eyes, the events of the night clouded her mind, making a new, overwhelming wave of guilt sweep over her body and fresh tears pour from her eyes.

She still couldn't believe that she'd done what she had. It was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. She couldn't keep a hold on herself for one night, could she? It was just so ridiculously awful of her, and she knew she wouldn't forget about this for quite sometime. Maybe that's a good thing, she thought to herself. Maybe if I don't forget this, I'll finally learn not to be such an idiot.

Finally being the important word. She'd let herself be led along by Adam in the past. That name brought a brand new feeling of sorrow to her. She just felt like the lowest of the low. Stupid and naive. That's what she was. Naivety was never a good thing, but it just seemed to be part of Bree's nature. She let herself be led along, cast aside. Far too many times. Maybe it had only been once - okay, maybe twice counting this incident - but that was two times too many. If she hadn't been so idiotic and ignorant in the first place, she could still be in heaven, where she was created and where she belonged.

She couldn't stop her tears. Now that she'd let them come, they had to continue. She couldn't suppress them, it would just make her feel worse. She couldn't even if she'd wanted to, anyway. They just wouldn't stop coming, as constant and steady as a flowing river. Why was she comparing her tears, her awful, heartbroken tears, with something as beautiful as a river? She didn't know. She didn't really know anything at that moment in tie. Just that she was a stupid whore who'd let things go way too far.

A soft, male voice broke her from her reverie. She froze. She knew that voice. It was a voice that she'd first heard a while ago, at a marketplace. A charming man by the name of Samson Corvus. But...no. What was he doing out so late? And how had he noticed her? Her? That wasn't quite right. She wasn't really worthy of the attention right now. But what could she do? He sounded so gentle, so concerned. Why? It had been her fault; every last minute had been her fault. She would just go ahead and forget about her problems. She didn't want to burden this man. Not when he'd shown her such kindness that day at the market.

"Samson." she acknowledged him quietly, lifting her face and wiping a few stray tears away. She gave him a nod, a weak smile on her tearstained face. "Bit late to be out, isn't it?" She laughed shakily, and shrugged a little. "How are you?" She wasn't going to burden him with all her emotions and problems. At that moment, she didn't matter. It wasn't about her at all. This was about how he was doing. She couldn't, she simply couldn't, focus this on herself.

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[samson corvus]

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When the female lifted her pale face, wiped away a few of those stray tears and smiled over at him with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes that seemed to lack that little spark of light he had seen at the flower stall, Samson found himself going over to sit beside her on the cold hard pavement.
"I could say the same to you love" He smiled his usual crooked smile as he turned his head so that he could see face. It was then, as looked at Bree now that he was closer to her and at an angle where the streetlights’ manage to just dimly light her porcelain face that was temporarily stained a light pink by her weeping- and when he noticed those beautiful azure blue eyes of hers seemed to be drowning in the little saltwater fragments of her broken heart she that she tried to keep back…even Samson couldn’t deny the fact that it seemed to tug on his heart strings.

She wasn’t just crying over nothing, or anything petty like he found some girls sometimes cried over- no- she was crying over old wounds being reopened. He could tell that much “I’m fine, now to save us some bullshitting…do you want to talk about it?” He asked carefully, knowing he’d not have to elaborate on what he meant by ‘it’. Despite not wanting to have to be the shoulder to cry on just minutes ago, Samson now found himself actually wanting to comfort her and help bring back that gorgeous smile to her face.

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[Bree Anise Ripsen]

God. That hadn't been enough. Well. How did she politely say that she wasn't worth his time, that he should just go home and leave her by herself? She couldn't, not in her current mood. The woman didn't have a mean bone in her body. But, gads, he was coming over and... sitting down. Great. However, she snickered, albeit slightly weakly, at his first comment. "Yeah... guess you could, huh?" she laughed quietly. "Maybe I should've thought that through before I said it."

Bree wasn't about to let what she was really feeling show through. Not unless it was mentioned, or if she asked. Which, despite her useless clinging to the fact that that might not happen, she knew that she probably would be asked. Shit. That wasn't really great, was it? Not if she was trying to divert all attention from herself. And the worst part? She couldn't lie. If she was asked what was wrong, if she was asked how she was feeling, she couldn't lie to him.

Maybe that was why he actually ended up asking. Maybe he asked because he somehow knew that she couldn't lie to him. Maybe he was taking some kind of sick advantage. No. No, he wasn't. Not every guy was like Adam. He sounded genuinely... concerned? Yeah. There was definitely a hint of interest and concern there. Maybe he really wanted to know. Just to be... nice.

However, he asked in a way that wasn't too forward, which was kind of a blessing. It left it open to whether she decided she wanted to say anything about it or not, if that made sense. But the thing was, did she really want to talk about it? ...Kind of? She didn't know. Yes, because she needed to get a few things off her chest. No, because he'd have to know about her past for him to fully understand. And... well... her past wasn't really a subject she enjoyed discussing. For obvious reasons. Well, reasons obvious to her, anyway.

She tried to hold his gaze, honestly, she really did. But she couldn't. he just... couldn't look at him. She knew that there were tears in her eyes. She wasn't letting them spill over, but she could feel them there. She gave up, with a sigh, and let her stare fall to the ground, frowning slightly. "I... uh... I don't know," she said truthfully, blinking back the tears. "Because... y'know, I wanna talk, but... for you to fully get it, you'd have to know some stuff, and... well, I don't... I'm not really... wanting to share that."

Who would want to share that they'd been a complete and utter fool? Who would voluntarily admit that they'd been such an idiot all those years before? Not this fallen. She didn't trust him well enough yet. She'd only recently admitted that to Brent, her best friend. Samson... was merely an acquaintance. She couldn't trust a man that she'd met not two weeks before.

It was weird, though. It was just something about how he was giving of his time that made Bree feel kind of... odd. Don't be so stupid. her mind snapped suddenly. This is exactly what happened the first time. Don't be such an idiot. Not again. Right. Okay. Don't trust him. Guilty until proven innocent. But... Samson wasn't a bad guy. Surely he was fine. He didn't seem like Adam. He seemed nice, genuine. She could... open up, couldn't she?

Not yet, though. Only if it was pursued. She just had to bide her time.

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