Re: Derek's place: Derek/Marta
The worst waves had passed, but now was the emotional aftermath. Derek wasn't so good with this part, or any part really, and even though her years were centuries past now, she still expected the same. That fights were settled with physicality, that sorrow came and went, that life was still living, but addiction was rare. Addiction, like Marta had, that Derek could only taste in fevered sweat. Most of them had been haunted, stuck between this world and the next and she wondered as she looked at Marta if that was true for her too.
"Mmm, still trying too hard to make them all happy?" She inquired, voice lilting over the vowels. That path was madness and she did not favor it. "I still think you should make a list, and cross everyone off until only your own name remains." Lists were not a favorite of hers either, but they were useful sometimes. In raiding and deciding what plant this year, how to prepare for the long winter that was practically nothing anymore. She had cool storage for fuck's sake and didn't have to keep her own weight in grain for the winter.
She hemmed and sipped her water. She really should reach out to Iris, but that went onto a mental list that she was as likely to follow as to forget. "Why do you keep people that are so shitty to you?" Her head tilted the opposite way, eyes going narrow. "Are you still waiting for someone to decide your fate? It's already done. The tapestry is made and the weft cut," she said so lightly it was like breathing.