|Lily Mercy Holloway (atrum_tactus) wrote in summerview,|
@ 2019-02-19 09:55:00
|Entry tags:||complete, lily holloway, nissa nailal, player: mena, player: squid|
Enter Stage Left
The trip to Summerview was complex, to say the least. Most of her bruises were in the ugly phase, and she didn't have the energy then to glamour them away. It did mean that she was given a lot of space on the flight in from Indiana. Indiana, like she was close to biting the dust in some shit hole like Indiana. It was still utterly irksome, the notion that some witch could've outsmarted her. And sure, maybe he'd thought of some methods to subdue, but he wasn't quite brutal enough, and ultimately that was his downfall.
And without his little witch protector, the treacherous little roach that caused all the problems was easy to do away with. Of course that didn't undo the damage already settled in Nissa's bones, the heavy feel to her left arm where the iron had entered her skin, burning to the point of dropping her visage entirely at the time. It was always something, mortals reactions to her true guise. At least these ones hadn't squealed.
So while it had taken a while to get her ass across country, get into Summerview and then get herself to Lily's place, all while dragging a fucking duffle of what might be useless junk, she wasn't in the best of moods, and didn't care about 'day drinking' connotations, she needed some damn bourbon.
Since she hadn't called ahead (who did shit like that?), Nissa ended up just depositing herself at Lily's doorstep, leaning on the doorbell and dropping the bag at her feet. Fuck today.
Lily hadn't been expecting visitors, so when the doorbell went, her first reaction was to ignore it because even Summerview with its 'haven' status didn't mean it was immune to the irritation of doorstep callers. But when it , infuriratingly, didn't stop, a curious outward ping with her senses had her feeling a familiar power on the other side of the door and she was very quick to close the distance and pull the door open to reveal Nissa on the other side.
Though she would quite vehemently deny it later, concern immediately flickered across her sharp features. "Good Lord, Niss," she half exclaimed, half hissed, "come inside, you look dreadful. Here, let me get your bag."
She reached down and picked it up easily, hearing items chinking and clunking together inside and her eyebrow arched as she looked at the Fae, expression immediately asking and this is...? without the need for words.
"First door on the left, darling, settle yourself. I'll get you a drink." A second later, she added, "And please never ring my doorbell like that again."
Until she got herself prone, Nissa waved off the query about the bag, following Lily's guidance to locate the room in question -it didn't really surprise her that Lily knew, automatically, that a drink was necessary. One look at her and any one with a brain should realise drinks were the first order of business. "Let's just say it's been a wild couple of weeks. Hell, it's been a wild month." Something she wanted to take just a few days at most.
Since she wasn't bleeding anymore, and didn't need to worry about Lily and her face being all unaccepting of Nissa's staining the sofa, she sprawled out, letting her glamour fade out as her form took up the whole sofa. "The shit in the bag is yours. Call it compensation for loss of earnings." Because dead people couldn't pay their way.
"Once the iron is purged I'll apologise properly for the obnoxiousness, but until then I have no apologies to give." Not entirely true, since Nissa tended to find herself giving more room for bending where Lily wanted.
Lily clicked her tongue, displeased with the fact that Nissa had turned up quite obviously injured. She didn't like that for a start, but she didn't comment until she reappeared with a bottle of bourbon - she'd had it in because it was one of her drinks of choice, but she remembered that Nissa was quite fond of it and so had always made sure to have some on hand following their first encounter - and two glasses.
Pouring the fae a generous helping, Lily handed her the glass and bent down to press a kiss to Nissa's forehead before she settled in the arm chair, legs crossed at the knee. "You can apologise for leaning against my doorbell like a small child," she said with a slight front, "since I shan't ask for one for the fact that your shoes are on my couch cushions."
She sighed, leaning forward a little and sipping at her glass. "Do you need me to do anything?" she asked, getting to her feet and perching on the arm of the chair, thigh right beside Nissa's head, fingers reaching out to gently comb through her hair.
There was a fondness for Lily that Nissa would always be hard pressed to properly place. It went beyond the loyalty she felt for the succubus, a respect for the businesswoman, affection for the survivor, lust for the woman at the centre of it all. She wasn't one to blindly follow, never had been, but so many of her thrills lined up with Lily's and they made quite the team.
And Lily had the best taste in alcohol too.
"There's not even any blood or guts on them." She huffed slightly, even as she shifted her feet just enough to keep the soles from marking the furniture. Propping herself up just slightly, Nissa took a steady pull from the class, letting the smoky oaky bourbon slip down her throat.
"Replace my lace and leather corset, it took quite a beating." She was feeling a little too breakable if she were honest, and while she'd like to stomp some peons into dust and rip a spine out through someone's throat, she wasn't really up to it just yet. Maybe once her fingers didn't feel like lead it would work. "The good news is the issue is handled."
"I don't care that there's no guts on your boots, this is a new couch and I won't have dusty footprints on it this soon into its life," she chastised though her lips curled up into a pleased smile when the boots were moved. "Thank you, darling."
Fingers still moving gently throuhg Nissa's hair, Lily hummed and nodded. "I can do that, though if it was your hand-made one from that Italian craftsman it might take some time. I'll call in an order tomorrow."
Sipping her own drink, she nodded, pleased by the news but there was a certain sense of displeasure in the manner of delivery. She always hated seeing Nissa even slightly bruised. She would argue that it was a byproduct of wanting the people in her small circle to be in fighting form for whatever she might need but if she were honest, she liked Nissa. The Fae was one of the few people in Lily's life that was there without the compulsion so often required.
"At least that's done," she murmured, "One less shit-stain." She paused, wrinkled her nose. "No, I'm still unable to get away with some of the more modern vernacular. How disappointing."
God, she didn't realise her shoulders were that tense until they started to unwind, her body slowly coming down from constant alert, not safe but not in danger. The gentle touch at her hair had her dark eyes drooping slightly. "If it had been that one, I would've blown up the mid-west." There were some things that Nissa coveted, Italian leather corsets was definitely one of those things.
"Few bridges burned either, just a stupid witch with eyes bigger than his stomach." Of course, making sure that he didn't have any little back up problems was a fun afternoon, lots of broken fingers in that particular meeting. God, she hated witches. She'd never come across one who wasn't an entitled little shit, expecting the world to give it what they wanted, just by the virtue of having magic. It was usually enough for Nissa to poison an entire town out of pettiness.
She never claimed to be above all that.
"Shit-stain," Nissa couldn't help but chuckle into her glass, "no darling, I think you're a little too British for that one. Go with cunt instead. It sounds so good with that accent you pretend you don't have."
Lily chuckled, “Then I’m sure all of the midwest is pleased for your restraint. And that it wasn’t your favourite corset that was damaged.”
Witches were a breed of their own, not quite a law unto themselves but they were fun to play around with. They never made much of a meal, though. And, like all humans, their lifespans were dreadfully short. Not that she could talk, she was still exceptionally young by the standards of her own species.
Rolling her eyes, Lily leaned forward to place her glass down, fingers extracted from Nissa’s hair only to gently press against the ache in her wrist from the almost-healed break. “That’s such a ghastly word, though,” she complained, only half-playfully. “Some of the vernacular used nowadays is so emotive. I’ll have to start getting better at hiding my accent so I can blend in.”
Would the mid-west notice? Would anyone really miss the mid-west? It wasn't like there was anything special there after all. Then again, Nissa felt like that about a lot of places. She'd miss Vegas, and maybe Atlantic City could be a stand in for a little while, but God, half this country was a piece of trash in her esteemed opinion.
"Maybe you should adopt a Jersey accent. They can get away with so much more, and it's colourful." If only a little irritating on the ears. It was better than a slow Texan drawl, Nissa constantly just wanted to speed them up.
"Heard Canada wasn't so great," because apparently she wasn't the only one who got a little too much action and not enough pay off. "Are we burning it down, or just letting it snow itself to ruins?"
“I was always partial to the Australian accent,” Lily offered with a thoughtful tilt of her head. Though even that got tiresome on the ear after a while. “So many of the accents in this country and grating,” she shared, “I don’t think I could just adopt that terrible accent, I’d need to start dying my skin orange, or whatever it is they do, and put on unnecessarily large earrings. We left those behind in a previous decade for a reason.”
She sighed heavily, rubbed at her wrist and then looked down at Nissa. “Perhaps we should lick our wounds first before we go and try to take on a dragon and the townsfolk.” Even if she wanted nothing more than to say yes, and go and kill some of the humans just out of spite. She didn’t know what it felt like for a dragon to lose something from their hoard, or to have it taken away from them, but she expected it wouldn’t be pleasant. Good. “Tempting as your offer is, Niss, I’d rather you recover first. I have a room available for you. Second floor is yours to do with as you wish. First floor is mine and Noah’s - you’ll meet him eventually, when he decides to show.” A little werewolf full of anger and rage that she’d taken in, she was quite fond of him, too, the second person to be in her life willingly without persuasion. It was quite novel.
"All I think about Australia is kangaroos and barbies. You'd need to learn a bunch of stupid terms for things, no. Stick to British and vague American." One of the only benefits of certain American accents, they weren't overbearingly obviously from somewhere. "You'd look terrible orange, and hoops would get caught when having fun." And even though her eyebrows were currently blending with her grey glistening skin, Nissa gave a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
Very carefully, Nissa raised her finger to drag gently along the top of Lily's arm, not putting pressure there at all, but following where Lily's attention seemed focused. "Dragons can be dicks, it's true." Possessive fucks that they were. Taking on a dragon did mean a lot of planning and they'd definitely need to be prepared. She honestly wouldn't have expected that Lily wouldn't offer her a place, she wouldn't be held to taking it, of course, Lily seemed to always make that clear. But it wasn't like Nissa had ideas to go anywhere else.
"Aw, did you get me a pet? Brilliant." Although it was a light joke, Nissa was curious about Noah and how much fun he'd be.
Lily chuckled, flicking Nissa's ear gently. "Your mind is always in the gutter," she teased, barely pausing before she added, "I'd take them off first."
Her eyes dropped to where Nissa's finger slid along her skin, feeling the prickling along her nerves with the touch. She drew in a slow breath, wetting her lower lip as she did. "They can," she agreed softly, "Arseholes. What kind of dragon hoards people?" Not that she could talk, she had her own legions that had been built up over the years, mostly have been compelled. Nissa and Noah were special cases and, for that, she was more protective over them than normal.
As such, her eyes narrowed a little in warning when the faerie joked. "Unless he indicates he's curious and interested, he's off limits." Not necessarily because Lily liked to feed off him (though she did occasionally, she wouldn't lie) but because she didn't want anything to risk fracturing the relationship she wanted them to build. He was one that she wanted to draw into being an ally to Nissa, too, someone to take with her if she needed back up, or wanted it. Someone else that she could rely on if the chips were down. "You will like him, though. Full of rage. Beautiful to look at."
There was no point in denying just where she went with it, why try? Lily could see through it anyway, and Nissa felt no need to pretend otherwise.
"A fussy one." It seemed like a strange thing to hoard; humans, people in general, they weren't permanent. They died, they moved, they screwed up. Why try and hoard something that was so fleeting from the perspective of something with an age span that overshadowed most other creatures? "Really, it's stupid. I could pop them all off with a well placed plague you know, all this anti-vax stuff makes my brand of magic a lot more potent." Hell, she could pop off a few towns outside the dragons hoard hold if Lily really wanted to fuck shit up.
"Okay, okay, I'll behave." Honestly, she was curious. Lily kept a lot of people around, but they were usually at arms length unless they were the flavour of the month, and it was always fascinating to watch -and occasionally intimidate when needed. But Lily hadn't really displayed much interest in being any kind of mentor or nurturing someone. "Oh, you know exactly my type, don't you." A kindred spirit for them though, that made a certain degree of sense.
Lily hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to press another kiss to Nissa’s temple before getting to her feet. “I’ll think about it,” she promised. As long as the plagues were kept far away from where she could see it. Humanity when dying like that got rather disgusting. “People who don’t vaccinate their children get what they deserve.” After all, she had been born pre-vaccine and it was purely through her non-human nature that she hadn’t caught tuberculosis or diphtheria when she had been young.
Her eyebrow arched, “yes,” she agreed. Thigh if Noah’s curiosity got the better of him- and Nissa was a beautiful specimen- she wasn’t about to get in his way. He was another that she knew where his loyalties lay; there was no need for her to worry.
Her lips twitched up. “This place will be good for us,” she reassured with a nod of her head, absently rubbing at her wrist. “I can smell it.”