ʀѳรɛ (tophats) wrote in evaluation, @ 2020-02-01 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event: survivor: day 1, the shining/doctor sleep: rose o'hara, umbrella academy: allison hargreeves |
Who: Rose & Allison
What: Mmm. Tasty (bingo block - red, #4)
When: Backdated to Survivor Day 1, nighttime
Where: Butterfly Gardens
Warnings: PG-13 for girl-smooches (banned in some parts of IJ)
Status: Complete
If nothing else, the butterfly garden invoked a certain sense of peace and serenity. The way the little darlings danced by in a whirl of color, swimming into the air, curling in the sweetest of swirls. More fragile than glass, they were, and it was tempting to reach in and grab one - but that would be rude, wouldn’t it? Those flowers of the air were only for looking, but not touching. Rose was fine with looking anyway, casually wandering to and fro, observing the various ornamentals. She hadn’t seen all of the compound yet, since not every portion had been unlocked when they arrived - but before the next day of making good on her volunteer promise (and it was for something stupid, as she anticipated) she supposed that getting in some quiet time might benefit her. Only - there was something, wasn’t there? Someone else. Her mouth nearly watered in craving, because what she sensed wasn’t just the entirely ordinary structure of your boring, basic human. It was - different. Called to her, beckoning with such intensity. Someone who had the Shine; she could almost make out the glow about them, a pinpoint of light which she yearned to taste. “Where are you?” she hummed, coming around another corner. With everything going on, Allison had to admit to the fact that the idea of Klaus being busy or in any real danger was concerning, which was why she was visiting the butterfly garden. She needed space to let herself escape from all the nonsense that came with being in this place. She didn’t want to think about Klaus in danger and she didn’t want to think about how much she missed Claire or the possibility that going back in time meant she’d never have her daughter again. It was all, admittedly, a lot. It took time, but she finally found a little peace while staring at the butterflies. Even as she knew that her daughter would love these. She was watching as a few butterflies fluttered around when she heard the sound of humming and looked away from the flowers toward a woman that seemed to also be enjoying the butterflies. Perhaps she was looking for someone. But Allison couldn’t talk, so she just offered her a sympathetic smile and glanced around to see if there was anyone she could see close by. Ah, here we are - Rose definitely wasn’t looking for anyone else. She zeroed in on what would hopefully be her next meal, slithering closer - she moved so gracefully, a hungry panther on a hunting prowl - and adjusted the hat she wore, a jangle of bracelets as she did. That hat was her staple, her armor, in a sense - being without it, she was almost in danger of going soft. Or losing track of who she really was. She stepped close to the other woman, who shined like Andi once had - they must possess similar powers, Rose assumed. Only Andi had been so young - this was clearly a grown woman, which was good, considering the thoughts that flitted through Rose’s mind. “A fan of butterflies, are you?” she asked, then realized that talking wasn’t going to be her strong suit. I’m Rose, she added, projecting the thought; they could talk this way. I’ve never seen you before. Allison nodded at the question. The voice inside her head gave her pause and she stared perhaps a bit too long. She didn’t know how to do psychic discussions. She hadn’t met anyone that did before, but it seemed useful. She just wasn’t sure that that meant she could actually talk back, but she’d do her best. Hi. I’m Allison. I guess I’ve mostly spent time with my siblings. She considered she’d also talked to Lucifer, but she didn’t think it was necessary to mention it. I’m not really telepathic? So I don’t know if this is actually working or not. Of course it’s working. Rose sounded amused, lips quirking up - it was a smirk, close to a smile, but didn’t bare teeth. I can read your thoughts. The shine she had to her was so hot it burned, it pulsated - the specific sort of night curse, this craving psychic vampires like Rose always had, it was momentarily satisfied by a scent, the taste of decadent steam, that hazy cloud of sustenance. But it didn’t go away completely - she’d just taken some of Danny’s, but if she wanted to keep herself fulfilled and away from spiraling into a bad mood (or potential sickness - it was eat well for a reason) she’d need more. “You have - something about you?” she guessed, closing the little distance between them even more, looking down through volumized lashes. “So do I. We call it the Shining, in my world.” She touched a lock of Allison’s hair, gentle. You have quite a bit of power too. That would definitely make things...interesting. She’d never had anyone that could read her thoughts. Maybe it seemed like they could, but so far, no one actually could. She wondered if any of the other kids possessed that ability back home. Probably one of forty did, but she didn’t know. Allison wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to the rest of what Rose was saying. Shining. Wasn’t that some scary movie? She pushed the thought off to the side, stilling when her hair was touched. I have an ability, yes. But she didn’t elaborate and she focused her thoughts on the flowers again. Why is that interesting? I thought that most people here had abilities. “I’m sure most do,” Rose shrugged, as if it couldn’t possibly matter. Because, well, those people didn’t. Matter, that is. “Yours is special though. It’s - “ She inhaled, tempted to coax some steam from Allison right now - she wanted to know what it tasted like. Sweet, probably. Maybe like candied flowers, sugared lavender. “It’s a psychic power. I know it is because of the essence - we call psychic essence steam. And it’s what I feed on to survive.” Humans had their own version of sustenance - steak, chicken, pork. Or maybe tofu, if you liked the vegetarian way of life. But Rose’s people, they fed off something entirely different. Her eyes glinted with curiosity, the blue so bright it nearly tipped over into purple. One of the girls in my family, she had a similar shine to her. You remind me of her. I bet...you tell people what to do and they do it. Purposely, she leaned closer, pleased as a cat that caught the canary, feathers in its teeth. Am I right? Awkward. She wasn’t sure how to respond to the whole situation that was unfolding. She had an ability that could be used as food? Or was it her as a whole? There was a very real part of her that wanted to scoot further away from Rose and she was very close to it. Very close. She was considering that she should have brought someone. Luther was probably the better choice, because Klaus was Klaus. And if psychic powers were a thing to feed off of - not that she considered her abilities to be psychic abilities either way - she didn’t want him getting mixed up in it. You’re a little close. She did step back then. And they don’t exactly do what I tell them to. Not without her catchphrase, but that was all that kept things different. She wasn’t sure what exactly happened to the girl in her family and she wasn’t sure it was worth asking at this point. And I can’t tell anyone anything right now. And I wouldn’t anyway. So if that’s why you’re here, you’ve got the wrong person. She didn’t really think that that was why she was here because she’d mentioned that her ability was seen as food. Aw, relax. Rose was perfectly harmless, right? Come back, little lamb, she wouldn’t hurt you. “I could get even closer, if you’d let me,” she said, voice a wind chime. “I’m not trying to get you to mindfuck anyone for me. All I want is a taste of you. I’m hungry,” she sighed the word. “It won’t hurt. I promise you.” She’d probably like it, in fact. Pain made the steam taste better but that wasn’t the only way to invoke a reaction, to really spice up a meal. Such a beauty you are... the words were breezy, admiring, though Rose didn’t make any move toward Allison again. No, she’d be patient. Ask nicely. You caught more flies with honey than vinegar. Besides, don’t we have to support each other here in the compound? All of us? Allison studied her. She’d gone up against various people, both good and bad and she was still trying to fully understand Rose and what it was she should feel. There was a needling thought in the back of her mind that didn’t trust her. Why should I trust you? It’s not like I know you and I can’t fact check you. It was reasonable to question things. She’d been used to alter someone’s mind before and she’d been too young to understand. All the other times were for herself and still no better than anything else. I’ve heard it before. She’d gotten praise from both women and men, but it hadn’t really mattered. She’d had a husband and a daughter and even after the divorce, she’d sort of brushed it off after a quick smile and thanks. I don’t know. I think most people here are very particular about who they help. At least that’s what she’d noticed. Klaus seemed to help whoever he could, but this seemed more complicated. What happened to the girl in your family? Rose hadn’t been expecting the question. But if that’s what it took to get her figurative fangs into Allison, then she would answer. “She was killed,” came the reply, smooth, without an ounce of wobbly-voice to be found. Still, Rose wasn’t completely heartless - the True Knot had been her family, and she’d loved them. Cared for them. It was her who was supposed to be the main guardian and she’d failed them all - she felt them all die, and perhaps a part of her died too. “All of my family was.” Now she was the only one left - not the only psychic vampire left, no, as she told Danny. But she was the only one left of the family she’d known and cared for, for centuries. Her hands clasped behind her back, another jangle of those boho bracelets. Though I suppose you don’t have to trust me entirely. But keep in mind, it’s also a matter of me trusting you. To prove her point, she removed a scalpel from her pockets - one that was her own personal scalpel, that she’d used to cut many an unwilling victim. But she held it out to Allison this time, giving it up freely. You let me taste you - if you feel threatened, or at the slightest bit of pain, you return the favor. Well, now she felt like an ass. But she wouldn’t take back the question. Ben had died and that was the end of the Umbrella Academy. At least for a moment. Only Luther had stayed. She felt a pang of guilt for leaving him alone, for not taking him with her, but she wasn’t sure that he’d have gone anyway. I’m sorry, she thought all the same. For the loss of her family. We lost one of our brothers, too. It seemed like the thing to do, share something personal since she’d asked something personal. Even if he was here and alive now. She looked down at the scalpel, not mentioning that the person more deadly when it came to knives was Diego. After a moment of hesitation, she took the scalpel. Just in case. Is it going to affect anything? It wasn’t awful, actually, to hear the I’m sorry. No one had really said it to her - Dan certainly hadn’t said it and she knew he wasn’t sorry it happened, that he and his little friend had even done it in the first place. Why be sorry anyway? Eye for an eye, that was how it had been going for them until it all exploded in a literal fiery inferno. Thank you, came the whispery reply and, now she’d just move on from that. Because it was too painful to dwell on otherwise. It’s hard, to lose family members. But they’re always with us too, in a sense. Getting back to the next question. Rose shook her head, “No, it will affect nothing at all. You’ll see your psychic essence, but it just looks like steam.” It was steam - what it tasted like, well, that was the question. A pleased grin spreading on her face, Rose finally stepped nearer - near enough to where the scalpel was held in between them, the blade close enough to be jammed into her stomach with just a twitch of Allison’s wrist. It was thrilling, in a way. Dangerous. Her hands came up, and she framed Allison’s face, thumbs stroking along those high, pretty cheekbones. “Ready?” Allison nodded. It was easier just to give a physical nod to show she agreed. It was hard to lose family and apparently Ben had always been with them. Well, with Klaus. She guessed mostly cause Klaus was the only one that could see him. But if this wasn’t going to affect anything, then she figured it was probably okay. Plus, she had more than just a scalpel in her hand if she needed it. It didn’t mean she was entirely comfortable in the situation or that she was fond of the fact that someone she’d just met was touching her face, but she could go talk this out with Klaus before he had to do whatever it was he needed to do. If all else failed, she could talk to Ava or Ben. Yeah. Ready. Then she’d be done and she could go to her room. Rose’s eyes glowed electric blue, unnatural, too bright - but that just meant the huntress was about to feed, and feed she did. She only needed her hands in place here to begin to cox out the steam, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to Allison’s - it was half intent to shotgun her sustenance and halfway a kiss, a hot press of mouths and a flick of her tongue, a kiss that wove into dangerously deep territory but why not have a little fun while also satisfying basic needs? Those hands moved to smooth down the shape of her waist, and it was nice - like in a ‘fireworks snapping under her skin’ kind of way; Rose did like the softness of a pair of lips like this - and the steam that curled between them, silvery fog, tasted just as good as she thought it would. Definitely flowers rolled in sugar, a decadent dessert. “I knew you’d be...filling,” she purred, teeth catching on Allison’s lower lip. Whatever Allison had expected - and she really hadn’t known what to expect - it certainly hadn’t been being kissed. She hadn’t kissed anyone since her divorce. She certainly hadn’t kissed a girl. If anyone had told her she was going to kiss a girl for the first time while letting a psychic vampire feed on her and it wasn’t a movie plot, she’d have probably given them a quick smile before leaving, not bothering to mention that they were clearly not well. Allison blinked a couple of times once the kiss was over, not really sure what to do now. All she could think about was what a confusing conversation that was going to be later when she found Klaus. Sure. She tucked a couple strands of hair before holding out the scalpel. I guess you can have this back now. “Thank you,” Rose plucked the scalpel from Allison’s grasp, tucking it away in her pocket - for a rainy day, perhaps. You never know when you might need to stab someone - especially if that was how a leader was selected in one particular idiotic block. Humans. They would live violently and die violently and were honestly so predictable, it made her laugh. “Perhaps next time we can do that without the meal for me,” she winked, brushing past Allison to begin her trek out of the butterfly gardens. “See you later, darling.” Oh, surely she’d find Allison again at some point - that was pretty much a guarantee now. Allison let Rose walk past her, staying long enough to watch the butterflies move along the flowers. She didn’t know if she was going to seek out Rose again, but she doubted it was the last time that she would see her. She hummed thoughtfully before making her way out of the garden. She had a lot to think over and her room was at least private. |