091314ThiagoLily

-- galliardTartarologist [GT] began pestering transchronicAllegorator [TA] at 23:58 --

 [11:59] GT: Lily is unceremoniously dumped from what looks like a...tentacle-lined portal onto the front lawn of Slim Pickins' abode. Her eyes are gouged out and she looks to have been crying.

 [12:00] TA: Thiago blinks. Then again. "Wh-" He's shocked. "Lily?!"

 [12:00] GT: She turns sharply in the direction of his voice. "Th-thiago? Where. Where are you. Oh God."

 [12:01] TA: He gets down on his knees in front of her. "What happened?"

 [12:01] TA: "Who could do this?!"

 [12:02] GT: She reaches out towards his voice, latching onto him, and clutches him with an iron grip, sobbing grossly.

 [12:02] TA: "We need to get you bandaged up, my dear! / I will take you to Acenia, now!" He tries to help her stand.

 [12:03] GT: "N-no." She stays seated, and decaptchalogues Ursa Minor, holding it out to him. "Kill me."

 [12:04] TA: Thiago grins, holding back no display of glee at the idea. His voice is soft. "I couldn't..."

 [12:05] GT: ((WOW, THIAGO))

 [12:05] GT: "I'm holding to the fucking deal. She knows what I said." She holds the dagger to her throat. "KILL ME."

 [12:06] TA: "Who knows what you said?! What are you saying?"

 [12:07] GT: "L-" She begins to speak, but stops, doubling over and grasping at her throat. Finally she straightens, looking absolutely furious. "I can't - I can't fucking SAY!"

 [12:08] GT: "I CAN'T FUCKING SAY!"

 [12:08] TA: "Libby?"

 [12:30] GT: She goes stiff as a board, beginning to choke again. 'I can't - " she wheezes. "I can't - "

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:31] TA: "It's all right, sweet moirail. It'll be fine." He bites his lip happilly. "I understand you can't talk about it."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:32] GT: She falls limp. "Yeah." She curses, and raises the blade to her throat again. "Y-you NEED to kill me, though. Before - " She begins gagging again.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:33] TA: He takes the blade out of her hand. "As much as I'd like to stab you after..." He trails off. "Well, the way you've been acting recently. / I'm not going to kill you, Lily dear."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:35] GT: "I have to DO this, Thiago. I HAVE TO LET HER KNOW. I HAVE TO-" Her shoulders shake. "It'll be easier this way. For - " She stops abruptly, clutching her throat and gaping soundlessly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:35] TA: "I'm not going to kill you to spite your mom."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:36] GT: "Please," she whispers. "Please just let me die."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:37] TA: "I know it hurts, but you're going to live. / Come on, let's see my sister, she can help." He wipes some of the blood off her cheeks... then licks his thumb.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:40] GT: There is the barest hint of a sweet aftertaste. Could just be your imagination. She grits her teeth. "GOD DAMN IT, KILL ME, THIAGO." She shakes him. "KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:42] TA: "If you will not let me take you to her, / I will doctor you myself, sweet moirail." He takes out a bottle of rum.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:44] GT: "No." She shudders. "Not sweet. God. Not sweet."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:45] TA: "What?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:45] GT: "N-nothing." She goes limp. "Fine."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:46] TA: "This will burn." He leans her head back and drips the rum into her eye sockets, slowly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:48] GT: She flinches, but does not scream.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:49] TA: Thiago is grinning like a maniac. His voice is unwaveringly cool and soothing. "I'm here with you, always. / Now," He takes out a strip of fine cloth. "I will bind your eyes to keep them clean."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:51] GT: She nods.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:52] TA: He does so. "See?" He chuckles silently. "Good as new!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:54] GT: "Mm." She decaptchalogues the scarf given to her by the Condesce. "Wrap this around. Maybe. Maybe people won't ask then."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:56] TA: He wraps it around her over the bandage. "You're going to be fine, Lily. Promise."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:57] GT: She sighs. "It's not. She made damn sure of that."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:58] TA: He smiles. "Sod on that, my dear."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:00] GT: "Don't try." She stands shakily, and stops. "I can't. I can't see," she says lamely.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:01] TA: He steadies her. "I will stay with you."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:01] GT: "OK." She smiles. "Thank you."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:04] TA: "Rest now, dear."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:05] GT: She leans on him. "OK. Yeah. I need. I need a rest, after..." She gags slightly. "After stuff," she finishes lamely.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:06] TA: He nods. "Does it hurt?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:06] GT: She shudders. "So fucking much."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:07] TA: He grins. "Go-d, I'm sorry."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:09] GT: "Don't be."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:13] TA: "Rest now...

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:14] TA: He pets her head.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:16] GT: She nods. "Yeah. Take me somewhere I can sit." She chuckles wryly. "I don't. I don't think imma be doing a lot of keeping watch a-anymore."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:18] TA: "That's all right."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:18] TA: He kisses the top of her head gently. "Get some rest."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] GT: "Mhm." She sits. "Stay close, OK?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] TA: "Of course."