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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

[Action/Voice]
((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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[action, late evening]

fields_of_hope
2013-08-12 10:51 pm UTC (link)

[While he's presumably tormenting Sougo in the doorway ~~because I will pester Haru until tags happen~~, Lacus struggles out of bed and opens the door of her bedroom. She's managed to change clothes, out of the bloodstained robe and into a sleek, black chemise with thin straps and no back -- less because she cares about looking cute and more because it's less material rubbing at the uncomfortable scrapes on her shoulders. For someone still very weak and who has a huge bruise covering the left side of her jaw where Spike punched her, she looks remarkably good. Even a little color on her cheeks.]

Tyki. [She smiles faintly, though is obviously leaning on the doorframe. Hopefully Tyki can stop pestering Sougo and come visit properly so she can at least sit down.]

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noahism
2013-08-12 11:03 pm UTC (link)

[His eyes flicker up to her before shying away, there's no admiring the chemise or bare shoulders because he's not entirely unaware of his own actions. He left her, but it was something he had to do. There is no regret there, though there is an aversion to meeting her eyes while he walks over to her. He stops short of a few feet, finally looking at her properly and not hiding the way his eyes linger on bruised skin. It's something he's seeing for the first time and it only cements his feelings on the day before, making the way Spike writhed on the ground all the more worth it. Did he really hit her? On the face, no less.]

You could've turned him in. [There were no charges in the morning announcement either, and Tyki's more than capable of thinking that would be typical of her. And it makes him wonder in part if she would've done the same had it been him that had brutalized her. Such stupid courtesy.]

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fields_of_hope
2013-08-12 11:11 pm UTC (link)

[He really did. But to be fair, she kicked him in the knee and in the stomach first, because he had her by the hair. It was all very uncivilized.]

[Lacus almost-smile doesn't grow as she watches Tyki take things in. She takes his discomfort as a positive sign, because whether he cares to admit it or not, Lacus knows he values her on some level. He wouldn't bother going after Spike if she were a throwaway notch on his bedpost. She's not foolish enough to think it's all affection, or even mostly, but perhaps a tiny part.]

I have my reasons. [Her legs tremble a little and she's feeling lightheaded, so she carefully takes two steps backwards to sit on her bed. Inviting him inside by default. He can close the door or leave it open as he likes; Sougo can protest but she has no intention of throwing Tyki out.]

What did you do to him? [Tyki's intentions last night were more than obvious from his black mood and glowing eyes. She needs to know what her admission set into motion, both to assuage her guilt and... she hates to admit it, but there's a speck of her that wants to know just how strongly Tyki reacted to her attack.]

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noahism
2013-08-12 11:19 pm UTC (link)

["Reasons." In someone else's home he'd light up a cigarette at that.

But instead he watches her, he's not one to miss even the tremble so the way he watches her is attentive and he's not without being prepared to catch her if need be. The door is indeed shut mostly behind him, but not entirely closed as not to box him in. He likes that sliver of space that remains his exit. He stays close but upright, hands still in his pockets as he looks around with idle interest rather than look solely at her.

Especially in answering.] It's not important, but he knows better now.

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fields_of_hope
2013-08-12 11:26 pm UTC (link)

[It's important to her, but she figures she'll find out eventually in her own way. Most likely asking Spike himself about it, if for no other reason than to prove she's not afraid of him.]

[She clears her throat; she's still not breathing quite deep enough and the constant near-hyperventilation is drying her throat. It makes her voice weaker, but she's determined to have this conversation since Tyki bothered to come by.]

I suppose I should thank you. [A bit more of a smile, though it's not entirely a happy one.] Even though I'm sure that's not why you came.

[Absently, she rubs at the thick gauze taped to her neck, covering the twin wounds. And she looks up at him -- at him, to where it's almost a gentle challenge for him to look back -- and silently asks why, indeed, he came.]

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noahism
2013-08-13 12:13 am UTC (link)

Don't thank me. [He says, accepting that challenge duly.

He shifts his stance from one foot to the other, shoulders squared but not tense. No, he didn't come for any gratitude (he doesn't want it) and he knew she was alive so it's not to see how she is. Not in the way most people do, with concern and care, lingering around in hospital rooms and death beds. He came to see how she is, and the state of her justifies his sated desire, it puts him off and it makes the last reason he came here a good decision. God, he wants that cigarette.]

Not for what I did. [He's not about to go into it, but he looks down as from his pocket he pulls a glittering black chain and iron cross. Over the course of the day and after deciding it didn't quite feel right enough to keep it (trophies are best taken when earned, not later nor sooner) and giving it back to the bastard Cross is not an option presently. So after repairing the chain and cleaning singed remnants of Spike's skin from the crucifix, it looks new and untouched, but holds several bloody memories to it for Tyki.

It's pierced two chests by his hand, and looking at it reminds him of such. Which is why the perversion of giving it to her has its merits, a continued reminder of two other men he'd brought down in blood and agony. It has a story she won't know the entirety of, though as he holds it out to her he clues her in.] Burns them.

[As much a trophy as it is, perhaps some variant of a third now should he see it around her neck, it's also something of a gesture of care; the most Tyki Mikk has in him presently. It'll keep her safer.]

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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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