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Lacus Clyne (fields_of_hope) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-08-12 10:54:00

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lacus clyne, sam merlotte, sougo okita, tyki mikk

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((OOC: Otherwise entitled 'Sougo and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.' Anyone who notices Lacus' very conspicuous absence is welcome to call her or drop by her place in the afternoon, though they might have to contend with a grumpy roommate who's having the worst day ever!))
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[Waking in an unfamiliar place isn't half as troubling as knowing that she can't, at the moment, leave under her own power. Gingerly, Lacus assesses herself, grateful for the bandages on her neck and less so for the tender side of her face that is doubtless an ugly, mottled purple. Even less encouraging is how weak those few moments of movement have left her. Coordinators are quick to heal, but still human.]

[A quick assessment of the morning's postings tells her that the visitors from yesterday were indeed temporary. If that's in any way a relief, it's tinged with bitterness nonetheless. Indignation for this place and its constant manipulations will have to wait, however, as she has calls to make. It won't do for people to worry that she too has vanished without a trace.]

[Voice/Private - Sougo Okita]
Sougo? [Immediately, she regrets making the call herself. Her voice is weak and thin, no way he won't worry. She hates to do this after he's lost his sister. But surely Data's close by, she trusts that he wouldn't leave her alone like this, so he can help her explain things.]

[Voice/Private - Sam Merlotte]
[She waits until afternoon to call Sam, when perhaps she could sound a bit less upsetting. Unfortunately she can't muster much more energy and so probably sounds just as worrying, but she can't wait any longer before she's late for her shift.] Sam? I'm sorry, but [she has to take a breath before she can go on] I won't be able to come to work for a few days.

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fields_of_hope
2013-08-13 07:17 am UTC (link)

[Lacus looks at the dangling crucifix with genuine, if mild, surprise. It somewhat answers her question about what Tyki may have done to Spike, since he's not the type to come by that particular bit of knowledge in any manner but through experience. And though it twists her stomach to know that this particular item may have been used for, Lacus always accounts for intent, and Tyki's intent in both instances is to protect her. Perhaps for reasons less than pure, granted, and her pension for forgiveness will allow her to overlook them.]

[She reaches out and takes the chain with care.] When I am able, I will wear it. [Which is to say, thank you. For the sentiment more than the gift itself.]

[As she continues to watch him, his behavior remains troubling. Much more happened yesterday than the few brief moments that nearly killed her, and Lacus is not blind to this.] Something else is on your mind.

[And, by virtue of being who she is and also recalling the first time they shared a bed, she can guess what it likely is.] Road visited yesterday, didn't she. [That it's not a question is Lacus' kindness; Tyki need not supply an answer if he feels the need to keep it close.]

[Still, she can't let it go entirely. Reaching out with a pale hand, she moves to touch him wherever she can reach -- his arm, his hip, her fingers perhaps hooking through a belt loop. The simple gesture is extant with meaning, clear in conveying that if it were within her power now, she would do anything to comfort him.]

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noahism
2013-08-17 02:39 am UTC (link)

[He's not sure what he thinks about her and that chain around her throat, enticing and then off putting simultaneously. He doesn't have Cross to consider, so for now he has no thoughts of taking it back from her in the future-- not without reason. He lets the chain slide off his fingers and into her hand, eyes drawing back to hers before dropping to her hand as it reaches out for him. She inadvertently anchors him with her hand against his hip, so lightly through his belt's hoop that he could pull away on whim but feels heavy like lead nonetheless.

It's not all that feels like lead; his arms feel similar. At the mention of Road.

His head tilts back, chin lifted but his glance still downward.

Telling, he knows.]

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fields_of_hope
2013-08-17 12:06 pm UTC (link)

[Regardless of whether he admits it, or even whether she's correct, or even whether she can physically manage it, Lacus has every intention of doing what she always does. She uses her slight pull on his belt loop to pull herself up, leaning against him of necessity. She angles her face so he won't see her injuries from his point of view.]

What little I can do, I hope you'll let me do it. [She can't go to his place and spend the night tangled his bedsheets, but she can lay down with him, touch him with a gentle hand, talk about any subject under the sun, pour glasses of the good bottle of red wine she keeps around possibly for just such an occasion. She's injured, but she's still herself and she still cares for him, even feels an additional pull in light of his actions with Spike and his gift. Despite the darker side of those things, they show that Tyki does care about her too, in his way. She'll be damned to see him suffer without at least trying.]

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noahism
2013-08-17 07:00 pm UTC (link)

I gave you what I had to give you. [The rosary was more or less why he came, along with the assessment of her injuries and state. He doesn't want to talk about the viciousness of yesterday or the loss of family either. He's not in a mood to look at her right now, and so her touch is slowly growing repulsive as his urges to flee grow stronger. So he simply looks to her hand, lifting his own to gently pry it from him.

He doesn't want what little she can do, not right now. No touching, no talking.

He'll have wine before he bleeds into stronger glasses of something tonight, but it'll be alone.] And I've got other things to tend to.

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fields_of_hope
2013-08-17 10:10 pm UTC (link)

[Oh, Tyki. You disappoint her yet again. It's become a nasty habit.]

[Lacus needs no further signal to step back to resume her seat on her mattress, and she settles down noticeably lightly given her condition. Careful, actually, and her intense focus is nearly palpable.]

I suppose you do, [she says with a serene smile] such as taking the blood out of your shirt. [She both touches her bandaged neck and lifts the crucifix, to indicate the multiple sources that were bleeding on Tyki in the recent past.]

Unless you intend to keep it soiled, of course. [If her pleasant voice moved just a hair smoother just there, if the air seems heavy, it's nothing he's imagining. She's pointing out, very subtly, that she's not afraid of the fact that her blood on his clothes might be desirable, in its way. That his little brush-off doesn't hurt her as much as he might like because she knows what he is and accepts it.]

And I've got other people to tend for me. [Her smile softens as she peeks past Tyki to where Sougo is waiting. He's her real life, and Tyki is someone who came to the door uninvited. Won't Tyki be thrilled when he finds out Lacus has agreed to wear a collar for Sougo's pleasure, and handed him the other end of her leash?]

[It also hasn't escaped her attention that this is the second time in twelve hours that he's used coldness to repel her and yet awaited her dismissal each time. She offers it with a flick of her wrist, a similar, if stronger, gesture than she made last night while dying.] I suppose you'll call me when you crave some company. Good night, Tyki. Thank you for the gift.

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noahism
2013-08-17 10:39 pm UTC (link)

[How is it that she's now ushering him the dismissal?

Not that he cares, it's what he wants, but when she says a lot in so few words it has a habit of putting him off. He'd already discarded the bloody shirt, reusing the cleaner cotton as bar-rags. He's a man for trophies, specific trinkets that he can relive acts through. Not bloody clothes that remind him of what he's capable of, no, that's different than showing and reminding others. He steps back from the bed's edge, shrugging his shoulders and patting his pockets for a cigarette. He no longer cares that he's in her room.]

Mm. [Cigarette to his lips, he just starts to turn around with a nod in parting.

Contrary to belief, he's thinking he'll avoid her for the next little while.]

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