knightsoflegend | krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

WHO || Failboat, Mikhail Kalachnik, ?? ?? [closed]
WHAT || The Ex-Knights of Failboat arrive at Krozna
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || 2 days after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose

Sidelined from the mission that has been many of their lives for years, the group who had once stood against Keijen Blade has made a dangerous gambit - they've decided to leave the Knighthood, knowing they may never be allowed to return. With them, have gone Sam and Dean Winchester, and Faith Lehane. Their destination? A distant monastery overlooking the village of Krozna, in the Ural Mountains. This hidden location was home to many Shadowkind who did not wish to deal with the prejudice that their appearance might force upon them out in the world, particularly in Russia. Wynn had apparently established a location here for Knights that broke the rules of the Knighthood so extremely to reflect upon their crimes, or for those whose powers made it impossible for them to live out in civilized society.

This monastery of misfits is run by a man named Mikhail Kalachnik, a willing exile who volunteered for the position, a man vouched for as trustworthy by both Jack Chessing and Finnick Odair. It is here that the former Knights will set up a base of operations from which they intend to rescue Rafael Giovanni, research a way to stop Keijen Blade, and take him down once and for all, along with the evil Mind Master.

But first, they must get to know the exiled Knights with whom they will be sharing this hideout...

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[The thing is, yeah Alainn gets that she is now the Queen of Hell and all that shit, but she doesn't really...know how she became a fiend? How did one even... was transform the right word?]

What I don't understand is... how? How did she become what she is now? She and Des both. I understand that she is not human anymore, but... the logistics of it don't make sense to me.

Who knows. [ It's honest at least. She doesn't seem to be hiding things now.] It's not like... dying your hair or whatever and you can't exactly google; My ex-Best Friend is a Fiend, tell me how.

They needed a body that would survive in Hell. However that was achieved? I'm not sure I want to know.

[ And none of this is really explaining anything, she knows that but the only people who can truly answer this question are Elena and Des. ]

For me? It's not about what they are or how they became that way. I'm about as human as you are. [ The Half-Elf and The Half-Vampire. ] Spike's a Vampire. My friend Bo? She's a Succubus and none of that matters because I know where we all stand but those two? Their only loyalty is to Hell and themselves. We'd be stupid to think otherwise.

[She nods, both in agreement and understanding, her mouth twisting wryly as she thinks about her few interactions with Des, a new understanding of all the hidden meanings in his words and conversations with her on Andres. About love, about life. She'd rather forget her brush with that side of things, the closeness that could've been so easy and natural on her part. The thought that it was probably all just a part of some twisted, Hell-scheme causes her to shudder in revulsion. She would never understand them choosing literal Devils over anything else. But she wants to hear the rest of Rose's story, not get them more mired in angst and anger over something neither of them could change, no matter how frustrating it is.]

So... I know that you and Dean got together soon after you came back. On Andres, right? How did all of that go down? What happened with Dimitri? [cuz surely that isn't a sore subject at all, Alainn.]

Heh... Yeah. [ She grimaces now because as much as she doesn't regret what happened, it's still not a moment she's entirely proud of. For as much as she knew where things stood for her, it wasn't as clear cut as that. ]

Technically... there was some overlap. [ Her lips pressing together but if she's going to share her story, it couldn't be the flowery version that ignored the bad It had to be the truth, no matter how it made her look. ]

I didn't speak to Dimitri much at all in those three months. I'd text back, let him know I was alive but I didn't have much to say. [ And she realizes now that he hadn't deserved that. That nobody, not even she, could have punished him for what happened half as much as he did himself.]

I don't blame him for it. Not anymore... [ Her own death had made her realize how little she did. ] I just didn't know how to get past it and I didn't know how to love him again when I wasn't the same person who left London.

[ And then of course, there was Dean. The person she'd fallen in love with and hadn't even realized it. ]

We returned to London for the first time for the briefing. I told Dean to crash in my room so I could, work off some of my excess energy... and Dimitri showed up at my door looking for me. [ Her face speaks volumes. You can imagine how well that went down. ] I show up to a six foot seven Russian glaring at Dean, who had a bloody lip. I lost my shit him. Said some, really awful things.

[ Had he deserved them? She thought so at the time but hindsight was 20/20. ]

Everything was overly emotional. Dean had just seen Sam for the first time. Being back for the first time since Luthir died was... uncomfortable to say the least, but as I was cleaning him up there was this moment... I don't know what it was but it all suddenly clicked in my head. That we weren't just, two people who were chasing down leads across the countryside. I came within an inch of fucking it all up when I thought he was giving me the brush off but then he kissed me... and for the first time in more months than I could remember. Everything felt... right.

[Her smile is soft, happy for her friend, that even through all of her trials she was able to find such love and happiness. Yes, there had been pain, and would still be more to come, but that she had someone to go through it with her who understood far more than any other person could.]

It's what we go through together that forms the most unbreakable bonds, and what you and Dean have been through? Can't be topped by anything anyone else has with you, love.

[ It doesn't change that she hadn't handled herself as well as she could, but looking back on it? She was a child, trying to cope with things so far beyond her ability to comprehend. One thing she could have processed, maybe? But everything all at once? ]

Meeting him was the single best thing that's ever happened to me. [ She says it simply as if it's just an accepted fact. Unlike Dean, she doesn't believe that he's the reason all these things have happened. Rose thinks they would have happened anyway but he is the reason she's okay today... or as okay as any one person can be. ]

We make each other... better. [ Not just feel better, but be better. Like they bring out the best parts of each other and soften each other's rough edges. ]

[The genuine happiness Rose is exuding is contagious, and Alainn's smile grows as her friend reflects on Dean and their happiness together.]

Two halves of a unique whole made from the both of you.

Something like that. [ Not even trying to hide the smile that creeps its way across her lips. ]

We just... get each other in ways that other people can't. [ In ways that even Alainn, with all that Rose had told her, couldn't begin to understand. She knew more than just about anyone, but there were some things that Dean hadn't shared and they would never be Rose's to tell. ]

And keep each other sane... mostly. [ Can you really hold onto your sanity in the wake of everything? ] It's been a long two years.

Two years to forge yourselves into the unit you are together now. [her hand is light on Rose's arm before giving a gentle squeeze. She refills both their glasses with the fire-whiskey, sipping hers slowly as she leans back into her chair, allowing the liquor to ease some of her tension that had built over the course of Rose's story.]

It's beautiful.

krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

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