Corvo is (dishonored) wrote in pathways_log, @ 2021-11-09 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | dishonored: corvo attano |
Who: Corvo and a friend
What: An offer and a ... transformative experience
When: late evening, 11/9
Where: Hospital, then the desert
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for blood
Status: Complete narrative
Elizabeth was gone. He'd failed. Just like the time he'd lost Jessamine. Just like the time Emily had been taken from him. Only this time there would be no way to bring her back, no way to find her.
She was simply gone.
The world grew darker minute by minute and hour by hour. His heart beat in time to that of another's.
Bu-bump. Thump. Thump. It was no longer in time.
Someone with eyes like darkness looked down at him, a hand stroking his eye, "How long has your heart beat alone? Do you want to share another's rhytym? What would you give, I wonder?"
Corvo stared in the abyss, "I'm dying, aren't I. I took a bullet through my chest."
"You and I both know that death is only part of the journey, old friend. In this world, or that other." The man leaned down, eyes swirling like a place with no sky, "Once before I marked you. Once before you traded something for power. What will you give me to live? To find her again?"
Taking power from the Outsider was never without a trade, without risk. Corvo wasn't sure what he had left to give. He was scarcely human as it was.
"Ah," The Outsider straightened. "Now that is an interesting thought. Much better than the brown-eyed child. For now." And then he reached straight into Corvo's chest.
Pain lanced through Corvo like a beast tearing and clawing from the inside out. Bones cracked and splintered and he screamed.
The wind blew past him, the world rushing by, the sky an inky black but the moon, the moon shone so bright.
I forgot one thing, the man said, his eyes the very sky itself. This gift is not entirely mine to give. You may keep it for a time but know that there will come a time when the bill will become due. On that day, bring her what she asks for and she will wipe away your debt.
He didn't understand, not at this time. Who this woman was, what she would want. It was not Elizabeth, not the woman who's scent he knew better than his own and skin he remembered the taste of better than the finest wine.
Corvo woke in the desert, eyes opening to the vast bright galaxy. A coyote yipped in the distance as something slithered by his ear. Groaning, he sat up, realizing he was nude. His hands were thicker, covered in grey and white fur, fingers longer with and sharp claws. Blood caked them, blood was sticky on his jaw and next to him were the torn remains of a desert hare.
The mark on his hand glowed, though the symbol had changed slightly. There was now a crescent moon bisecting the Outsider's symbol. Corvo touched his face and the shape was inhuman.
His legs were unstable, but he was able to move under his own power.
Appearing from behind clouds, the moon shone down on him, and he'd never felt stronger. He started to run.