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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 2, 2018 19:26:07 GMT -8
Admittedly it was a fair thing to be upset over, and Tilly could recall a time that she felt the same way.
She pulled her in close and massaged the shoulder her palm laid on.
"What makes you think no one else can love you the same way?"
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Post by black379 on Apr 2, 2018 23:41:20 GMT -8
Courcy loathed herself for being so disdainful while Tilly was only trying to give her happy news. Still it was news that the only living man who had a care for her was being stolen away. Whether out of pity or love, both of them were too gracious to Courcy.
"I don't deserve it." She muttered into the woman's shoulder. Her own arms held loosely around Tilly's waist. She wished they were somewhere else, so at least her outburst wouldn't have been public. But it soothed her to be held.
"I'm a killer. I'm cursed. I'm a demon fucking whore." Surely her friend would rebuke the claims, but Courcy didn't care to give herself any credit.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 11:39:58 GMT -8
"Who told you that?"
Tilly felt oddly content, to be held close by Courcy. It was some sad reassurance that the woman wasn't about to turn tail and run.
There was still the matter of volatile emotions and tears to be tended to, but the simple possibility of amending it excited her.
It meant that she could do more good than harm for once.
"When something bad happens to you, lots of times folks will convince themselves that it was somehow your fault." As though to comb away the hurt, her fingers ran through Courcy's hair, as much as she could with the tangles and the like. "It helps 'em feel like the same thing can't happen to them."
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Post by black379 on Apr 4, 2018 12:12:39 GMT -8
Courcy's sniveling was soothed by the gentle attention Tilly offered. She leaned her head into the woman's hand. Even if the affection was out of pity, Courcy was greedy for it. The same was true, she realized, of her fooling around - she missed being in genuine love, and was desperate for any semblance of it.
"But it is my fault." The redhead murmured mournfully. "I killed my dad. Baignard too. I gave myself to a demon because I wanted him back. I still would."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 15:27:06 GMT -8
"You're hardly the first murderer to come here." Tilly's fingers patted the closest braid they could reach, as though she wished to unravel it before deciding against it.
Whether Courcy's words were true or not was unknown to Tilly; she didn't know who the father of this hellion was, but she certainly knew that it wasn't Courcy who killed Baignard.
But, on the other hand, murder (or the attempt thereof) was something Courcy was capable of doing, Tilly had seen herself.
"I think you've suffered enough for it by now, don't you? I'm no priest or pastor or anything of the sort, but..." She gave her a little nudge, "Folks really do underestimate the power of repentance."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 17:42:54 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ He smiled widely at the proposed initial subjects, dampened some at the presumption of what he enjoyed though... he couldn't really deny them. With a sigh, he shut his eyes with some dignity and bowed kindly to Florence's kindness at the opened door. He murmured a soft thank you as he stepped through, casting one glance at her as he stepped past the threshold. "I find your topics interesting too; I've not paid much mind to the process of how a corpse rots, though I've pondered on electricity and lightning... A few oddities had sprung up in the Northeast, far from here, that I remember. And the mysteries concerning the humors of the human species?" He guffawed and cocked a brow at her skeptically, tsk'ing her, "As my good-doctor, you truly must work on learning the way my mind works if you want to have any hope in treating my truest ailments." He sighed and entered the Tavern... \Lekalis and Florence enter : The Tavern\ --- [ Entering from The Streets. ] Florence's mask jerked to look in his direction with utmost concern as she let the door close behind them. Her hands came together. The tips of her fingers tapped against each other. "Oh, dear." The lenses stared at him; the eyes behind them squinted. "What are your truest ailments?" |
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 17:51:39 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Oh dear?" He repeated with a sigh and hum as he rose a brow at her and clucked his tongue punishingly as he took to walking along the Tavern's edge as he scoped out the populace,
"Hohumm, I have a truly terrible boredom that fades only with dear you, and my dearest Tilly." He lamented and pouted, casting an eye to her as he continued his stalking, especially so after he spied Tilly's hatted self along with a horribly dower Courcy. He made note of it, to bring it up later for certain. Though, for now... He desired to treat himself.
He made a point to find a spot at the farther end of the bar to beckon Hook's attention.
"There are more still, but this is hardly the place for it."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:07:42 GMT -8
Florence shuffled on after Lekalis as he cut his way through the throng. She stuck close to his trail, almost treading on the beaten hem of his cloak, so as to not lose track of him in the heat of the tavern.
Her lenses fogged.
"Boredom is not a serious ailment." She was almost scolding. "You must tell me if you suffer from something dire."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:11:24 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a ponderous, playful sigh he turned on his heel and curled his elbow onto the bar-counter, rapping upon it to garner Hook's attention (which was taken with idle understanding, a half-glance and the man already took a bottle of wine down from a display and ambled back into some unaccounted room to acquiesce the request.)
"You say this, dear Flo, but have you ever been bored?" He placed upon her skeptically, as he started counting out coins; his chin tucked as he rummaged through his satchel.
He glanced up as he found a few purses and squinted at her,
"Like, really bored?" He inquired as he set out fifty gold pieces unto the counter as he waited for Hook to return...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:13:41 GMT -8
Florence stared at him, puzzled, but still determined to solve the enigma that was Lekalis.
Perhaps he was attempting to share some ailment, but covertly, out of shame.
Florence disliked it when patients attempted to be covert.
"...How bored?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:16:19 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He spied her puzzled gaze through her lens, in her intensive gaze... It made him grin for a moment before looking to Hook and tending to the niceties of exchanging goods for coin. With a mutual nod, Lekalis found himself short of fifty gold and taller with a bottle of healthy wine and cooked venison. He gave a soft nudge off to Florence, before tracing his path back along the outskirts of the Tavern to stealthily parooze his way to the stairs,
"How would you measure boredom?" He inquired philosophically, but seriously with Florence as he did so...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:18:46 GMT -8
The conversation was almost enough to make her head ache as she attempted to wrap her mind around it.
"I... do not know." Florence blinked hard, twice, and then moved to follow Lekalis up the stairs in the same manner she followed him to the bar.
This time, however, she was in a much deeper world of thought.
"I typically do not allow myself to become bored. It is unproductive."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:21:02 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Is that so..?" He pondered as he began up the steps, casting one last cautious glance to Tilly before stealing up the steps in a brisk pace, pausing after the first landing, out of sight from the Tavern proper,
"... But you have gotten bored before, haven't you?" He asked with a slight purse to his lips and a teasing smile before he danced up the next flights t'ill he spied his room..
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:25:00 GMT -8
Where Lekalis pranced happily up the stairs, Florence tromped clumsily up each step after him, one hand lightly resting on the rail.
She stopped as he did, and leaned to one side to ensure that he had not stopped for any dangerous reason, and then resumed her climbing of the stairs. Lekalis seemed to dance up past her just as she began to intend to proceed past him.
"I assume that I have." Florence nodded. "Though I do not care to remember the times I have been bored."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:28:34 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"None at all?" He pressed senselessly as he came upon a familiar door... It brought back memories, many happy. A single foul, as he noted the breakages upon the frame, and where it had been wholly replaced. His hand rested upon the knob of the door and coaxed away some dust; noting small finger-prints, someone with small hands, careful not to use their whole hand. A maid perhaps.
His pondering flicked up to attention onto Florence as she dutiful tread on,
"... What do you care to remember, then?" He asked immediately, as he opened the door and waited for her to enter...
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