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caughtinanetwork2013-04-12 11:07 am
shesapir8) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-04-12 11:07 am
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So. How much longer is this stupid thing going to 8e going for? It's not going to last as long as that last one did, is it? 8ecause then I think I will set fire to something.
[Mindfang is not a happy camper. Sure she may have gained her vision back, but without the cueball it's not that great. There isn't much in Vatheon that she cares to look through anyway, and box can be easily broken. Vision isn't worth the price she's had to pay.
Which is a complete inability to block out her natural empath abilities. Alcohol is useless, the blocks she can set up in her own mind fail her and suddenly there's far too many people in her head. Too many feelings, happy, sad, angry, rage, so many more and none of them are hers besides the frustrated panic. All that works is staying away from others but even that's starting to fail her, whispers slipping through her mind enough to remind her that her head isn't safe anymore. And then supplies do dwindle and she finds herself having to leave the house.
The sunlight makes her squint from days indoors, and Mindfang doesn't seem that eager to move out and about. And when she does she keeps a wide berth around others, eyes clearly bloodshot, her fingers- metal and flesh -curling and uncurling as she walks with quick hurried steps. Her eyes dart from place to place and at times it feels like she's only moments from letting a crazed laugh escape.
Do you bother the woman who looks a lil crazy?]
[Mindfang is not a happy camper. Sure she may have gained her vision back, but without the cueball it's not that great. There isn't much in Vatheon that she cares to look through anyway, and box can be easily broken. Vision isn't worth the price she's had to pay.
Which is a complete inability to block out her natural empath abilities. Alcohol is useless, the blocks she can set up in her own mind fail her and suddenly there's far too many people in her head. Too many feelings, happy, sad, angry, rage, so many more and none of them are hers besides the frustrated panic. All that works is staying away from others but even that's starting to fail her, whispers slipping through her mind enough to remind her that her head isn't safe anymore. And then supplies do dwindle and she finds herself having to leave the house.
The sunlight makes her squint from days indoors, and Mindfang doesn't seem that eager to move out and about. And when she does she keeps a wide berth around others, eyes clearly bloodshot, her fingers- metal and flesh -curling and uncurling as she walks with quick hurried steps. Her eyes dart from place to place and at times it feels like she's only moments from letting a crazed laugh escape.
Do you bother the woman who looks a lil crazy?]
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[Weak, but she's not her usual self.]
I don't know.
Forrest?
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D --> I will be there as soon as I can
[It might take a little while longer than he really wants, this body isn't perfect, but he'll manage.]
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[She takes her own time herself. It's not easy to find a route that doesn't have too many people, and when she's already so stressed it makes it hard to do simple things.
Like climb a tree. Yes she's trying to get all the distance she can to try and make her empathy shut up. She's still visible at least]
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[When he sees her in the tree, he raises an eyebrow.]
What are you doing?
[Perhaps if he focuses on her issues, he might be able to distract her from his- the very obvious way his body has aged, or perhaps just lost the youth highbloods tend to keep for so much longer. His face sags and is is wrinkled, and his fingers seem more shriveled up.]
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[When she sees him however she's shocked. So old, withered and wrinkled and weak. She's never seen one so old, usually they fall to culling sweeps before this point, and it's. Shocking. Disturbing. And she's not quite sure what the other thing she feels can be called. Certainly not sympathy. She would never have sympathy for this traitor. So it must be something else attempting to be sympathy.]
Whatever I please to do. [She finally recalls the question, glaring down at him. She's fine, she's excellent, and he's useless] What was it you wanted to say? Hurry up, I haven't got all day and you look like you're about to keel over and I will not be helping you if you do.
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[Darkleer keeps it hidden from his face well enough, besides a slight twist of his lips and a bit more leaning against the stallion.]
I don't expect much help from you regardless. Now. What do you want us to be?
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God what a useless power it all is she thinks as she stares down, snorting and tossing her hair over her shoulder with forced arrogance]
The first intelligent thing you've said in a long time, Expatriate. Now why did you follow it up with the idiotic assumption I wanted anything of you?
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[The empathy really is useless, at least right now with Darkleer showing his frustration clearly, brow furrowed and lips turned down.]
This isn't the time for it. You kissed me, you admitted you hated me, now what do you want to make of it?
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Calm down, idiot! Calm down and stop being so fucking emotional!
[Deep breaths. And ugh. She doesn't want to say things, but she doesn't want to feel like a bat is being taken to her head] So. What if I hate you? Do you want to make something of it? Is that why you're so curious?
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[He starts to snap back, fists clenching at his sides, before realization hits him. Anger ebbs away, replaced by an intense curiosity. He stays his tongue on what he wants to ask, instead, trying to focus on her words.]
I can go without a kismesis well enough, we both know that. What I want is irrelevant. Do you want this to be serious, or is it just a game to you?
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[She bites her tongue to cut herself off, inhaling deep. Ok. Curiosity she can deal with. Curiosity she can pretend is hers, she feels it normally enough. And it doesn't hurt the same way anger does, or sting like sadness. It's a more innocent emotion in the end and it lets her gain her balance again, snorting softly and refusing to meet his eyes.]
You can't have a functioning kismesissitude unless both hate. So in the way yours opinion is at least slightly relevant. And. I don't know. [Sigh] As much as I loathe you and everything you are, I don't want to harm him. Of course he's encouraging it right now, but he's young, he hasn't had the age we have.
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[A bit of endearment, fondness, slips past all the curiosity. Just thinking about Summoner reminds him why he's here.]
He thinks it will keep some sort of happiness for us, no matter his decision, or at least I suppose that is his hope. It's well meaning.
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[And yet it's all with fondness, enough that Mindfang has to look down at her lap to try and conceal the small smile. She's not sure if all this fondness, all this pity in her mind is hers, but she'll assume it is just for her own sanity.]
So are you just doing it to make him happy or do you actually loathe me. I don't need any of your false hate, I'm excellent at finding black interests.
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If I just wanted to make him happy, then I truly would cut off all contact with you. But... I've learned well enough in the past that running away from such things will just lead to foolishness.
If we want this, then we need to discuss things.
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[There's a touch of arrogance to her words, feeding off the aggravation she gets from him and goddamn is it so hard to get a straight answer from him]
Answer plainly, Expatriate. Instead of talking in never ending circles that give no true answers. Do you hate me, in more then a platonic way, or not?
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[She can deal with it. More payback for all those sweeps listening to her go on and on. Her blunt forging ahead has him flush slightly, pent up frustration and little doses of hatred all swirling about.]
I would think it obvious, but you never were as clever as you claimed. Yes.
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[Sometimes she has wished she could let him go. But she can't, not when she's had him, had a real flushed relationship. She knows what it all feels like now, and she won't even back down. Stubborn as he is in turn.
The hatred from him only makes her lips lift in a sneer, feeling her own rise with it. God it would be easy to snap him like this, if she could ignore all this feeling. So easy. And yet so very unsatisfying.]
Oh, you practically reek of it. I just wanted to hear you say it, with your own tongue so you couldn't deny it.
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[A sneer of his own, more of that frustration and hatred twisting out from him. She had always aggravated him, but now it's escalated, changed, become something else entirely.]
So, is that description a metaphor, or literal? You've been acting different.
[The curiosity is back, soothing some of the edges of his harsher feelings.]
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[The longer this all goes on the more it wears her down, fingers clenching and unclenching around the limb she's holding onto for balance. It's actually worse with just one person, on set of swinging emotions that she can't shake off instead a sea of confusion. She still sneers down at him, ignoring the throbbing in her head and then she feels the touch of curiosity and she flinches]
It's none of your business. You really should worry about yourself Darkleer. And thank me for being so kinda that I don't take it upon myself to snap you here and now. You're lucky it wouldn't bring me any satisfaction, as tempting as it is.
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[Yes, he's calling her out on the bluff- at least he hopes it is such. Black flirtations are one thing, but he's rather sure that anything past that will make Summoner upset.]
[Hopefully.]
[Instead of being deterred, the curiosity gets stronger.]
You seem... sober. I can't recall you every laying off alcohol for long.
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[She starting to get twitchy, free hand running through her tangled hair till it catches on a knot and she snarls, tearing through it. He needs to shut up, shut his mouth shut down his feelings. He needs to go, and he won't]
Yes well, apparently that is what I get in return for an eye that I don't need. Is that enough information to sate your infernal curiosity or would you like my life story?
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I think I can manage to guess. Aren't you some degree of empath, Marquise?
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So she stays perched in her tree, glaring back and contemplating throwing a tree branch.]
And if I am?
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[Idly, he twirls some of his fingers around one wrinkled finger before deciding on an experiment. The curiosity has a tint of amusement over it before Darkleer takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Calm. He has to get calm, completely ignore her.]
[Then...]
[Happy thoughts. Think ridiculously happy thoughts. He is now back in a field of hoofbeasts, watching their beautiful forms gallop nobly across plains, wind tugging at their gorgeous manes. God they're so majestic. Just ignore Mindfang, focus on hoofbeasts.]
[In no time at all, he is fighting back a wide grin on his face as he thinks of them, and the pure joy at those thoughts is rolling off him in wave. He just loves hoofbeasts. So. Much.]
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[She watches him with suspicion as that curiosity changes and calmness overtakes him. It's soothing to her poor nerves too, a deep relaxation that makes her shut her eyes briefly, slumping in her tree perch.
It's calm here. Calm and quiet and with her eyes shut she can almost pretend Darkleer isn't anywhere near her. That she's fine. She hums softly, and the thought change, this burning joy and happiness that wells up in her body and man she would really like to hug a hoofbeast now-
Within seconds she's climbing higher up the tree, breaking useless branches off to throw down at him as she goes]
Stop that! Stop it right now!
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