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★ ☆ ✰ ([info]vespertine) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
Re: Outside the Palace
She was glad Sebastian was here to help her. Him having been here since before any of this occurred acted as a cognitive anchor. So lovely and helpful to Lily... and Lucy.

But, entirely aware of how very brilliant John Seward was and not wont to believing fibs, she still persisted to ignore his acknowledgement of her condition and even her identity. Though her unintended slip of his name had hinted otherwise, she relentlessly sunk her claws into the act of obliviousness and clung to it.

Lucy could feel John's blood sticking to her forearm and biceps as she aided him. There existed a naughty little instinct to delight in savoring some of it, right in front of him, just for a scare. To see his reaction. There was even still a bit left over on his face... it was quite a feat not yielding to the temptation to taste it. The villager was discarded and abandoned early before she'd had her fill to... was Helena still nearby? By the fires? Was that even Helena? The way she'd moved, it was so swift and precise... was it even her at all?

"My apologies, sir." She'd daintily spoke to keep her mind from rampantly sprinting off, the words powdered and clothed with sugar. Any vulnerable tooth nearby surely fetched a cavity from their delicateness unassumingly. "We can watch the fire from here. The snow may slow it. Let's bring you to somewhere safer than out in the open, hm? Where have you been hurt? You'll have to tell us what to do--" No! You don't know that he's a doctor, silly girl! "... what we can do; how we can make you more comfortable."

The noise of the fire bellowing and people shrieking drown out the sound of the tigers resonating roar, but not the sight of it getting away. It was closer to them than the fire was. At this point, nothing surprised her. And could she not recall that tiger from earlier... ?


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