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Post by black379 on Jul 12, 2020 23:17:21 GMT -8
“Mhh.” Courcy nodded curtly and pushed through the door. She took a moment to regard herself, the flecks of blood spattering her clothes and her exposed skin. Her boots were perhaps worst of all, for lingering in the pool of Raleigh’s exsanguination.
She set about unlacing her boots, and next her top.
“How do you mean I don’t belong here?”
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 12, 2020 23:25:58 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"You're..." The door shut and the grave visage left him, like a stormcloud, he realized who he was truly talking to. Or... rather, forgot. Had he truly told her this before or was it some other face lost to the violence?
The Red Lord swallowed hard and ran a hand through his hair as he rubbed some sleep from his eyes; he hadn't so much as washed his face when the bandit had died on his doorstep.
"... the world is a cruel and harsh place, and your heart is much too kind for it."
He wasn't sure if that explained anything at all, but he set his cloak down on a chair nearby and saw to unfastening his own battle garb. Cuirass undone, plates slipped free from his chaps, and sheaths unbuckled.
"But I can't tell you to leave. I need you, as does the world... to heal, and grow to be better." His yawn betrayed his wise musings as he offered a deflated smirk. The uncouth measure of the expression not weighing too heavily upon him.
"You're cursed with good nature and bad luck." He had turned to rest his derriere on the table to watch Courcy, then went to find a bottle of wine as she disrobed.
"Tell me if I'm being too much!" He called out from afar; finding one empty bottle at first, then a half full one. He continued searching...
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Post by black379 on Jul 12, 2020 23:43:17 GMT -8
Courcy’s brow furrowed as she listened. She heard his words, but wasn’t sure she understood his meaning, nor that she believed what she thought he meant.
“I don’t know. If it weren’t for me... there are good people who would still be alive.” The woman paused to sigh heavily. ‘The world’ was too grand of a thing for her to consider having a positive effect on. All she knew were lives of people she loved, or those she ran from, or those she killed.
She peeled away her clothes, leaving them in a small pile that the blood wouldn’t dirty the floor too much. Courcy sat on the edge of the tub and started the water running.
“I believe I’m cursed though.” She scoffed.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 12, 2020 23:51:40 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Mmm!" Lekalis' almost sing-song hum of approval echoed through the warm house as he found a second full bottle of red, fruity wine. He didn't hesitate to enter the room Courcy had chosen and nodded at her use of the running aqueduct system; the sound of angled bridges and pulleys clicked through the wall and water began to flow at a generous pour into the wooden tub.
He nudged a toe underneath the tub and pulled out the drawer of stowed coals, a tinderbox laid beside it. The wine went down upon a stool he dragged over beside the bath, to which he gestured invitingly to Courcy.
"You wouldn't be here if you weren't cursed. Afflictions are part of the game here, it seems." He mused with a sigh as he took a playful sip of the sangria and set it aside before taking a knee to strike a light into the coals. The tinderbox laid aside and out of the slot as the coals started to catch alight and warm the base of the basin.
"Good people die eventually... It's why the world is cruel, and harsh, not us. But... it is us that makes the world, also, beautiful." Lekalis' smirk turned to a smile as he rolled up his sleeves and brought over a bucket full with a sponge, brush, and washing board.
"It is the willingness to be good that makes me say you are much too good for the world." He sighed again, and saw to bringing Courcy's clothes over to the bucket as he watched and waited for the waters to slowly rise.
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Post by black379 on Jul 13, 2020 0:16:27 GMT -8
“You give me too much credit.” Courcy huffed, though she forced away her frown and mimicked the man’s smile.
“I’m glad you do, really.” She took a seat on the stool, watching as Lekalis set about warming the bath for her. It was odd to see him play host. She knew he wished for more patrons of his bed-and-bath than he got.
“Sometimes I don’t feel I’m worth...” The ginger rolled her shoulders up and down. Her posture, not her usual accentuated bearing. “The best I have to give is my body.”
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 13, 2020 0:22:57 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"You have your thoughts, and your words..." Lekalis pointed out rather sharply, though his tone was still warm as he winked an eye at her and tossed the sponge into the bath, and set the brush aside, leaning against it.
"... There's more to a body than just meat, you know."
"What does make worth, to you, then?" He probed passively as he let the bucket collect a half measure of water before taking it back over and took to scrubbing down some of her less bloodied garb.
"Ah, and go ahead and stay in the bath... The water will get hot-ish, and it's best you get acquainted, you see?"
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Post by black379 on Jul 13, 2020 0:49:15 GMT -8
“Hhh.” She smirked, though apparently exasperated. She wasn’t sure how to answer without sounding like a thoughtless slag, which seemed to prove the point to her
“Honestly, I feel most useful when I’m getting fucked.” Courcy stayed bluntly as she rose and stepped into the basin, one leg at a time. The bottom of the bath was warmer than the rising water at first, but neither was scalding.
“When someone desires every inch of me.” She lowered herself to lay in the tub, resting her head on the edge of the bath, and glancing sidelong toward Lekalis. She expected his disapproval.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 13, 2020 10:10:24 GMT -8
[SCENE OCCURRING AFTER LEKALIS-COURCY INTERACTION || POST-BANDIT RAID] Her head tilted again towards the tacit-lord, called from her musings by his disfavor, yet her sight was sheltered once more in shadows and revealed nay more of her thoughts. "My communion with the Executant hast been brief, verily as dusk before nightfall. Tis thine own being, lord of crimson, that hath conversed with him far longer than I." /Lekalis/ The Alchemists sudden shift and prompt departure left the Red Lord rather baffled, worried, but ultimately at ease as the potential threat left his domain. He was glad the man left coin, though he couldn't say for certain if he trusted it; it would be an excuse to spend it quickly, he supposed.
His attentions returned to the curious Occultist, far more estranged in appearance yet infinitely more tame than any he'd rightly encountered; he afforded himself a weighty sigh as he pinched his brow and leant forward against the table, cocking a brow in the silence that had drawn out with the egress of the Alchemist. "Executant..." He chuckled at the name before shrugging and relaxing back into his chair, "... I knew him as Elorit, it seems he's undergone quite the metamorphosis since I last saw him."
"Regardless, You mentioned your Master..." He used the word with taunting emphasis, "... escorted the spirits of the dead to a forlorn place. A Dark otherside." Lekalis recollected vaguely, "You commune with these souls? As a reaper, escort them?" He chewed on his cheek, thoughts clearly flitting through his mind, "Have you ever been to where your Master lingers?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 13, 2020 10:20:31 GMT -8
“Hhh.” She smirked, though apparently exasperated. She wasn’t sure how to answer without sounding like a thoughtless slag, which seemed to prove the point to her “Honestly, I feel most useful when I’m getting fucked.” Courcy stayed bluntly as she rose and stepped into the basin, one leg at a time. The bottom of the bath was warmer than the rising water at first, but neither was scalding. “When someone desires every inch of me.” She lowered herself to lay in the tub, resting her head on the edge of the bath, and glancing sidelong toward Lekalis. She expected his disapproval. /Lekalis/
There was a sharp cruelty to his dimpled smirk as he watched Courcy settle, "When you're getting fucked, they don't desire you; they desire that blissful climax. If you're properly sharing yourself with someone... when there's Love there. That's when it matters." He retorted as he set aside the cloths of her garb and saw to scrubbing the leathers and stains. "You're more useful than your meat. The sooner you realize that, the better."
"Did you ever work metal? Your father worked a smithy, no?" Lekalis inquired as he watched the Bandit's blood easily wash away, hardly coagulated, it settled in the water of the bucket in hushed rasps of leather on board. "You might be surprised what you learn through blood, and memories."
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Post by EloHim on Jul 13, 2020 10:22:51 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"That's just how it is, stjarna. We don't always get to fulfill our promises before the cruel hand of fate decides to take us out."- he's sad, it could be felt in his voice.He pats Toast’s head.-"Never say "never", though. Generaly a bad habit.”
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Post by rosallora on Jul 13, 2020 10:29:46 GMT -8
[Toustain]
She wants to say never. She wants to say never because never means its over, never means there's no hope left and she can just cry and cry and cry. She wants to know that he's gone because even now, she's thinking that maybe he'll be back. That it's just another twist of fate, and it'll be reshuffled. That she'll be dealt a new hand, and Roard will too. But it's not happening. It isn't.
"It just doesn't seem fair. It isn't just. This isn't the Light's work." She leans back slightly, but doesn't recoil from the hand on her head. "...I... it isn't. It isn't..." she doesn't know how to explain it to him. The particulars of vows. How she had violated hers.
"I loved him. I felt so strongly about him, I wanted to spend time with him and he... he made me feel.. special." She swallows a lump in her throat. "Not special like a fair maiden. Or maybe like a fair maiden, but. Not in the way that I'm afraid of. Not in the sinful, awful way that the Perpetua made sure to warn me of. He made me feel... s..special." She keeps coming back to that word, like it was a piece of food lodged in her throat. "It must be sinful. To be special. That's pride. And I know that I made him feel special as well, he..." her face crumples, "before he died he yelled... he yelled I was the only one who made him feel.. h-human..."
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Post by black379 on Jul 13, 2020 10:52:21 GMT -8
(past)
Courcy let herself relax in the tub, as the water rose past her feet and her waist. The warmth enveloping her was soothing.
“Love. That’s what I want more than anything.” She inhaled deep and sighed from her lips. Her chest rising and falling, then submerged as the bath filled.
“The way you care for Tilly. I wish I could have you.” Courcy cupped her hands, gathering water to wet her hair. She pulled her braids loose and looked toward Lekalis again.
“Mama didn’t think a girl should be near the forge. Sometimes I would fetch tools for father, but I was too young to really help.”
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Post by Kidney on Jul 13, 2020 20:36:14 GMT -8
[The Heir] A man opens it. He was... startling in his unremarkable nature. He was in every sense a young and upstart looking thing, and aside from the bags under his eyes, which told of many sleepless nights. He wears a nightcap, a robe, he squints at the dark. At the sight of the hand, he recoils slightly, then looks tired. More tired, rather. Moonlight streams into the room behind him, but the man himself keeps in the doorway. "And what... may I do for you?"
"May I come in?" Came next, followed by the clearing of his throat. "I have a business proposition. It involves the eradication of your local bandit population." |
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Post by EloHim on Jul 14, 2020 8:22:50 GMT -8
[Volundr]
He breathes in and out before he starts to speak...his work was not done yet.
"It's not sinful to want to feel special, stjarna. We yearn for it, since the moment we are born, no matter what roads life offers. And usually in such cases you go with your gut, rather than a book. If it didn't feel sinful, then mayhaps it wasn't?”- he lightly pushes himself away from her, only to look her in the eyes, whilst he was talking.
“-You are far away from your home, from the place where you grew up. When you came here you didn't know anyone...at all. And Roard... I mean, i can hardly imagine what it is like - being a leper.” - he was sometimes struggling to find the words that would best fit the idea he wanted to convey to the vestal. He didnt want to ruin what he was trying to build.
“-To become...an unwilling outcast, to be shunned from the rest of the human race. You were willing to look past the disease, to be in his company, share the same space, do things together... you gave him what, I suppose, he longed for...acceptance. And perhaps that's all he ever needed. In each other you found...friendship, kinship even... You can love someone without having any... urges past just being together, spending time together. And that kind of love is hardly a sin, unless I dont know something."
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Post by rosallora on Jul 14, 2020 8:32:26 GMT -8
[Toustain]
She listens, a quiet settling over her. His words soak into her, and there is some measure of comfort in them - it makes sense, in the most abstract of ways. It starts to stick, instead of sliding off of her. She tries to make sense of it. Of any of it. Roard having to die so violently - how alone, suddenly, she felt. And there was a feeling of immense... justice. Like she was supposed to be alone. Like she was supposed to be sad, and angry, and the fist inside her chest would never release its clutch on her. And it because of that friendship. That kinship. That she felt this terrible, piercing feeling in her. She wouldn't feel so awful if she had just kept Roard at a distance. If she'd treated him like everyone else had, it seemed.
"He seemed in such agony when he died," she whispers. "...It's hard to imagine what good I did when he died so terribly. He was so angry. So sad..." she trails off.
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