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[Ditto Armunn]

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"Things like this
Can always take a little time
I always thought
We'd be together down the line
We start to fight
And can't get over what was said
'Cause you see black and white
And I see red

I make the bed and cover
Where we sleep
I'm smoothing over promises
Made in these sheets

And I wonder who let in the rain
You know without you
I'm not the same
When love gets strong
People gets weak
Sometimes they lose control
And wind up in too deep
They fall like rain
Who let in the rain..."



Ditto continued to pace the great-hall of the Fortress, trying to figure out how to approach Tarothin upon his return from patroling the borders. His temper, his thirst for power had increasingly intensified over time to the point that she knew she had to confront him on it. Everything she had tried to help him over the past long months had failed. The chest that could have helped was still missing and she had no clue where to look anymore. She'd searched every place she knew of for other possible means that maybe Tarothin himself wasn't aware of, but all was to no avail. She even tried odd things out of desperation, some only served to annoy or amuse him. She was at a total loss as to what to do.
The only thing left that she could think of was to appeal to him directly. Hoping beyond hope that he would listen, that he might still have some tiny sliver of even wanting to listen, and maybe wanting to fight to try to help himself from becoming the monster people thought him to be.
It was a longshot, and, even if he listened and tried, she didn't know if even he would be able to succeed.
Her last hope to help Tarothin was Tarothin himself.

She had a doubt about herself. What if she wasn't enough to convince him that he was becoming different inside as well as out? He may very well see her plea as just a wife's imagined worry. She would need help if that were the case. Someone who knew him. Someone who loved him like a brother. And someone who would want to help.... Eli.
Ditto sat down at the stone table and wrote a hurried letter to her trusted friend asking him to come and speak with her. Eli arrived moments after he recieved her letter and the two went upstairs to the bedchamber to speak in private. There, Ditto told him of her worry and some of the signs Tarothin had shown to cause this worry. Knowing Eli's own temper and protective nature, she purposfully toned down some of the happenings, but Eli read it in her desperation and face that things were becoming worse. He made the promise to speak with Tarothin and held her tightly. Ditto placed a kiss on his cheek before he departed and she went to stand out on the balcony to think and to await her husband. She began to worry that Tarothin might not come home at all that day, and so she sent him a hawked letter, reminding him that she needed to speak with him.

A few hours later, Ditto was still on the balcony, staring out ahead, yet seeing nothing as her mind was on her husband. How could she possibly explain to him what she saw? What or who he was becoming? How could she hurt him when all she ever wanted to do was to protect and love him?
She felt his presence and at first thought it was just him in her heart so deeply that she imagined it, until she heard his voice behind her. "Yes?"
Ditto smiled at the deep sound without turning around at first. In one word she heard much. His annoyance, his curiosity, and his love. She had wanted to speak with him in another place, more public yet away from DarkCove. She wanted to go back to that very spot where they had met, in some attempt in reminding him of who he was that day. The soldier and the man. She wouldn't push it though. He might only see it as a game and pay even less attention to what she needed to say. They then went to the bed chamber.
Tarothin loomed over her, even with her putting more distance than usual between them in an attempt to keep her wits instead of melting into his arms. His smile down at her was warm and loving, sending a knot into her throat over what she was about to say and do.
They spoke. Calmly mostly, at least in the beginning. She began slowly, but Tarothin too, had something he wanted to say.
"Ditto, love, I want you to make a promise to me." His words were careful and were deep with seriousness and concern. "Never NEVER undermine my authority to my soldiers again."
"But Taro, Layzie was scared ta death with you angry and standin so close over em, and.."
Tarothin's eyes began to glow an angry red. He didn't want excuses. He wanted a promise and so far it looked like he wasn't getting it. He was losing patience quickly. Too quickly. And Ditto saw it. Ofcourse she would give him his promise as much that she was capable of, and was about to open her mouth to say so when he continued. Becoming angrier with each word and seeming to come to the conclusion that she was refusing him. Perhaps most women would take a step back, but Ditto wasn't most women. She stepped closer to him and looked up into his eyes and just waited. Tarothin silenced himself, yet still the angry glow of his eyes looked down at her. "Tarothin, I promise that I will try my very hardest ta not do it again. Not to undermine ya and not ta yell at ya in front of them again."
"Good"
"But na because ya order it such. I do so only out of love."
Tarothin nodded and seemed to calm down. He understood her and what she was saying. A promise from Ditto to try to do something was more valuable. It meant that she wanted it too.
More things said between them. Occassionally in loving tone, occassionally threatening at any moment to turn into an argument.

Ditto began again to speak about what she needed to say. Needed to get him to see. And as Tarothin turned the conversation to battles, Ditto's frustration grew and this time she yelled out at him. "It is na about battles!"
This time her husband was the calm one. "I know that it's not."
"It's about what's happening with you. With us. It's about how you are and how your changing. Na just physically, na just your temper, but inside as well." Ditto's eyes saddened as she continued. "More and more your becoming a stranger to me"
More words. More of each one listening to the other, or at least making the effort to try. But Tarothin dissagreed with some things, or thought that Ditto hadn't known who he really was to begin with. She knew in her heart that he was wrong. He just couldn't see what had been happening to him over time. Or, tried not to see. Their calm discussion began to turn as he got more defensive and tried to put things on her not seeing that it was how he's always been. That he had gotten weak for a time.
"Nau, Taro." She said, shaking her head vehemently. And tried a last time to explain what she saw in him many years ago. Very evil yes, but also very honorable to the core. A personal honor with strict codes of his own that he use to abide by, but some of that, he had begun to bend or break. His words, his intentions, and even his actions of late, had shown this. This was not like Tarothin. She could see that though he spoke against this, that he was thinking about it as well, but still, he was not convinced.
She had only one last appeal. One last thing to say. And she knew it would be the last thing because of what it entailed. What she said next could very well be her death and she knew it, but what tore at her most was that it would be the most hurtful thing for him to hear. Especially from her lips.
Ditto bit back the tears and steadied herself as she began, "Tarothin, do ya know who ya remind me of lately though I never knew em? Do ya know what ya make me think of ? The way you act sometimes...it makes me think of someone you've spoken of to me long ago. The way ya are sometimes...it's like...your father."

Everything went quiet as though time itself had stopped to wait for what might come next. Tarothin's eyes began seething with a rage unlike anything she thought possible. His eyes flaring red with anger and power.
"This conversation is at an end." Was all that he said before marching angrily past her to slam the door violently behind him.
Ditto didnt notice the many items crashing to the floor at the door's trembling. She only knew that she just hurt the man she loved terribly and threw herself down onto the bed, heaving with sobs.
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]