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003; Rising Sun; Dream post

[It may have been sweeps since she'd stepped into another's mind, but that doesn't mean the skill is gone. And when push comes to shove it's only natural that instincts override new habits.

She's never been truly been accepted by the Summoner's followers. Nor has she been liked. Whispers of suspicion have always followed her, and she's always ignored them, shrugging them off with a sly smirk. It mattered not what they thought of her, and she had no reason to try and change their minds.

It happens quick, in a fight and it's so easily to go into their minds, and control. It's a rush and oh god she has missed this, so much, the power singing through her mind as she cuts through thoughts and plants her own. It doesn't take long and in the end she's the only one standing amongst a crowd of fallen, and the dulled moans of those only injured stir her back into the real world.

And then she realises what she's just done and the sickening sense of déjà vu fills her. This is it. This is what causes it, this is the moment she takes her true steps towards death. What else could it be, really.

That doesn't mean she'll let her death be public. No. If she must be made weak, only one troll can see her like that. It's easy to take off, into the woods, dawn still many many hours away and wait amongst the trees. He'll find her, once he knows, and he'll know soon enough.

Hours pass, and she waits, fingers curled between blades of strange colour grass, her eyes fixed on the beams of two full moons. Each breath is savoured, knowing that each could be her last, and finally she hears the snap of a twig under a foot. She rises, limbs heavy, her coat left in a puddle on the ground as she turns to face him]

Spinneret?

Lysunder.

[Her voice is barely a murmur, but she steps towards him, into the pale pink light of one moon. There's confusion in his eyes, hurt too, but she won't mention it. And then there's the sudden thought to run, take off between the trees. She's fast, she's strong. She could take him down, at least make it hard for him to follow and make a run. She could live, beat fate.

But she'd have to keep on living without him. Knowing she could never ever see him again. And she still has so many sweeps.

It's so much easier to just step forward, smile faintly as his hand touches her cheek and move into the kiss.

The push of a blade into her heart shouldn't surprise her so, but she can't help but gasp, so soft it could be easily miss, and pull back to watch cerulean stain her once white shirt. Looking back up into his eyes hurts so much more then the blade, even when he pulls it free to make the wound truly weep.

She's built tougher then a lowblood. So it takes longer to bleed out, takes longer for her legs to stagger then give out, leaving her to collapse into his arms. She clings to him with the last of her strength, feeling wetness where her cheek touches his and he lowers them both down onto the grassy forest floor. She's weak as he shifts her around, to sit more comfortably in his lap for her last few minutes, and the world begins to grow fuzzier and fuzzier, air becoming so much harder to get.

There's still enough strength in her for his to lift her hand to his cheek, smearing blood across the skin. And she should hate him so much for doing this to her, should hate herself for letting him do it, but all she can do is smile, hand falling, voice fading.]

My brave boy... my brave, brave boy... love...

[And then she's alone on the forest floor. Her shirt is soaked with blood, but the wound is closed, a dark scar against her chest, only just visible in the gap at the top of her shirt. She's not dead but she looks it. Especially with how still she lays, struggling to hold onto tears she won't let herself shed.] (Ooc; interaction can either be in the dream or through video)

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[He watches this with deep satisfaction, and a lot of curiosity. So this is what happened. How strange. He can't understand how Mindfang was reduced to this after his death.]

Unbelievvable. Wwhat wwere you thinkin'?

[Waking up in her bed she had found it was all a dream, a painful reliving. She hasn't realised others could see it, not till Dualscar messages her. She's tired when he does, and instead of fiddling around with the communicator it's easier to just lie in the dark, tracing the scar on her heart and speak. At least he can't see her.]

Tell me Dualscar. Has anyone every really reciprocated your flushed feelings? Because if not I doubt you'll every really understand.

... It needed to be done. His pointless rebellion had to come first. And after expecting it for so long it wasn't so shocking.

[Her response takes him aback. He'd expected to stir a little black feeling, but instead she seems very calm.

He's not about to answer her question. The answer is no, and it's a source of a lot of distress to him, so he simply ignores it.]

Wwere you really a followwer a that rebellion?

[Its not so much calm as more just simply detached. She's been detached from her death for a long time and that at least leaves her unemotional about it.

Though having jut relived it her detachment is stronger. Still, she can manage a laugh, almost mocking]

Part of it? Darling I helped him start it. I helped him become him.

[He's known her for so long, and in all that time he never had an inkling that she might be interested in starting a lowblood rebellion. It just doesn't make sense to him. How did the girl who shared wine with him and worked him into a tizzy of black desire turn into someone who would let a brown blood stab her in the heart for the dubious sin of killing other lowbloods?]

I didn't mean Summoner's rebellion, I meant Signless'. But either wway, I wwant to knoww wwhy.

[In the end how did the hemospectrum truly help her. Yes, it gave her a certain place above many, one she got through birth, but in turn it limited her. She could never be anything more then what was allowed for her caste. Getting rid of the system meant she could be the best. She could be everything and anything.]

Oh that one. Yes and no. It interested me, but he was far too pacifistic to really interest me. Can you really see me as the type to just hug it out or whatever his plan was?

Interestin'. I'd a nevver thought it a you wwhen wwe kneww each other, that it wwould interest you in the least.

I could say the same for you, you know. At least I wasn't going around plotting the extermination of anyone of a lowerblood.

Hmph, that's an exaggeration. I used quite a feww lowwerbloods for other purposes than just cullin'.

Yes, but that's were all they were to you. Corpses or whores. Thank Mother that you never thought to combined the two.

So wwhat if that's the wway it used to be? I ain't different on that score from any other highblood.

Oh you were participially dedicated in your dislike of them. A person inclined to worry might have felt you hated them more then herself at times.

[Sigh] I wwouldn't say I disliked them. I used them for wwhat they wwere for, and otherwwise rarely thought a them in the least.

And you've changed from all of that. My, the Highblood must have truly fucked with your thinkpan to make such a dramatic change.

It wwasn't him that made any kind a impression upon me.

It didn't help in anyway? Surely it made your skull less thick, how else would the message have gotten in if it hadn't?

It's Signless wwho's wwon me ovver! That's all, an experiences I'vve had here in Vvatheon. Understand?

....So you really did give up on Ms I've got far too much hair and help small lusi are drowning in it.

[What, isn't that HIC's full title?]

...Are you talkin' about Her Imperious Condescension? [The capital letters are actually audible in his tone. No, it would be wrong to say he's given up on her]

Is there any other troll with that ridiculous amount of hair? [And the scorn is just as clear in hers]

[He growls softly and looks away from the video screen, dismissing her] You're gettin' close, and your hair actually does look like some lusi are squirmin' to get out, so there's no call to be that wway.

[She just smirks. Like you can hurt her Dualscar] Oh no, mines quite tame you'll find. And there's only spiders in this, so I'll be however I want.

[This is a list of things he never wanted to see. It takes him a moment to decide if he wants to reply, and even longer to decide what to say.]

A similar curse happened once before. As far as I can recall, once it affects you, your other times of sleep should be safe.

[He does owe her a debt still, after all. Informing her of such a thing falls under it.]

[It was in the list if things she never wanted to experience agin. But hey. We all can't get what we want. Her own response to him takes its sweet time, Mindfang admittedly surprised that he's even contacting her. She certainly wouldn't help him were the situations reversed, life debt or not.]

I see. [Another long pause before finally;] Thank you.

[Blame her shock for the manners ok?]

[Considering it's been rare enough for her to show them before, the shock is definitely being blamed.]

You're welcome. [There's a lot he kind of wants to ask, but even he's not so much of a highblood douchebag that he'll bring it up in a death dream.] I'd avoid the communication device if you don't want to be dragged into other people's dreams.

[He'll just... go to awkwardly hang up now....]

Mmm. [she's stuck a little on what to say, stuck a little that she even thanked him. And she's surprised a little that he's not mocking her, or at least asking some form of invasive question.

She's too used to her own mind, and how she would react to other people that she still doesn't understand how others don't do the same. Some empath]

I've already been into a few I think. [Tavros' had been it's own shock, how similar the lives of her descendant and his were.

And because it's bugging her] You've got nothing to ask?

There is plenty I have to ask. However, I manage to posses some level of tact. I don't plan on making a, quite frankly, bad situation worse by attempting an interrogation during this sort of dream.

[He'll probably make the situation worse in other ways. Whoops.]

You're an idiot. Also if you think I'm going to spend the night rocking back and forth sobbing to myself I may have to find you just to beat the stupid thought from your head.

[Which is as close to a 'just fucking ask' that we're gunna get]

...I am starting to recall once again why it takes a life debt for me to remain even remotely civil with you.

So. You knew your relationship would eventually end.

Blah blah blah. [She's starting to sober up now, more of her normal self showing.]

I did. I knew for quite some time. Before the Neophyte but after your exile. I didn't see this place though.

[Aw man. He's almost wishing he knew where she was so he could send her more booze.]

That latter part isn't surprising, but also isn't relevant right now. You are dead back on Alternia, both for yourself and for him. So why are you still trying to rekindle your matespritship?

[Her normal self is her drunk self. So alcohol would probably be a bad idea.]

Because I'm dead there. Just because I accepted my death there doesn't mean I have to accept a life without him. If I wanted that I wouldn't have let him kill me, moron. And since we're both alive here there's a chance. So I'm going to take it.

Luck is always on my side after all.

What chance is there? Mindfang, do you know how many sweeps he's had to live without you? You were in Vatheon before, but he still stayed with me when he returned. Luck can't save you everytime.

There's always chance. And you know it, he's never truly recovered. I saw it in his eyes when he did it, that he never would recover. [She's starting to sound more like her more confident self] I've never been here before, and when he was once here we didn't exist as we were.

And if you think I only rely on luck you're king of the idiots.

[Ugh... The thing is, he knows she's right as much as he keeps trying to lie to himself. It takes him a moment to pull himself together again.]

I think you rely on quite a few things. However, I am going to rely on quite a simple thing- he's still with me, and there's no emotional baggage in the quadrant he and I share.

[Nothing as severe as killing one another, anyway. Let's not talk about Dualscar.]

[She's always right. That's one of the beautiful things about her. Or that she's just that good at ignoring other views.]

Eveyone relies on things Expatri8 don't be stupid. And perhaps he is. But for how long? Do not count your cluckbeasts before I've even started, you'll only be disappointed.

[ps she likes to think she can be the emotional baggage for your quadrant. ta da]

[She's the emotional baggage for his life, to be fair.]

You might find it best to listen to your own advice, Spinneret. Your tendency to underestimate your opponents cost you an arm and eye before.

[Good. It's a position she enjoys lbh]

And yet she was the one who ended up hanging from the noose. How funny.

[Goshdarned rude.]

Only because you were given a second chance. She still destroyed your entire lifestyle beforehand, or was it some sort of dream when you dragged yourself into my hive after considerable blood loss after getting into a fight with His Honorable Tyranny, no ship to return to?

[would you not!love her if she was any different?]

Excuse you, I recall that I bested his Honourable Tyranny too. One handed, with only half my vision. With blood loss. A triumph no one else I know has achieved.

[So what if she had been this close to collapsing from that blood loss by the time she finally reached him. That didn't count for shit.]

I only ever came to you because of your skills. And the thought that I'd be nice and let you work off some of that life debt you owe me.

I'm quite aware. You would not stop talking upon arrival, even as I was grafting a metal arm to your body.

[An exaggeration? Who knows. Also, wince, ow, yeah, bring up the life debt why don't you]

You came to me because you had no one and nothing else.

[Low blow for low blow?]

It was a good story.

[And it had helped keep her conscious, even as he worked. It had been painful, and he never was such a drinker like her, so that wouldn't dull the pain.

And yes, she will, thank you]

If you want to believe that, do. I've better things to do then argue with a statement so incredibly wrong.

[Even if it was a little bit true]

You won't argue with it because it's true.

[Okay, deep breath.]

I don't think it needs saying, but just in case... I'm not going to leave him just because you're here. I owe you a life debt, but I won't give you my life, especially the one I've made here.

No because it's pointless.

[Huffy exhale]

Yeah yeah I get that. But if that makes you think I will raise my hands in surrender you need a check your thinkpan. I'm not the type to surrender and you know that.

I do. I simply thought that you should be given due warning.

Warning. Cute. I'll take it as a challenge then.

I suppose I can't really be surprised. [Sigh] Good day, Mindfang.

[A laugh] Bye bye Expatriate.

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