LUCIEN IS DEAD!!!! im jk we would never grant jan the sweetness of death. HE IS OR WAS VERY CLOSE TO IT AT LEAST. reirin, who would have held up the comatose lucien in her shaking arms, and who would absolutely flipped and asked medea and mitsuba to tear whatever strips of her skirt they need to bandage and then CONVEY THIS FCKASS BLONDE TO PURRFECT PENANCE, where he is now ensconced in bed, looking paler than death but perhaps close to waking (for threading purposes)
either way, reirin is sitting at his bedside, her bloodied hands folded neatly in her lap, looking very unlike how she's been this past week: unflappable and bright. instead, she looks drawn and still shaken, though she has the possession needed now to look at Medea and Mitsuba in turn,]
A... [her throat is dry, she swallows to work the moisture back into her mouth, then] Are the both of you alright?
[ sure, medea can help carry this dumb blonde over since it's not like there's ranks here and she hasn't had a need to keep to a singular image yet.
medea is concerned by the situation and how the setting forces their hands more than she s concerned that lucien is almost dead. it's not abnormal to be shaken by this kind of thing, so reirin's reaction makes sense.
unfortunately, she doesn't look to bothered even as she looks between all three of the people here. ]
Better than before. [ the imposed weakness. she's ignoring her headache. ] Are you?
Religion has always been about sacrifice. Do you sacrifice someone to accomplish something divine? Can you sacrifice your own desires to be looked upon in a better light?
Would you prefer to be close to death's door and make the others feel what you're feeling now instead? Frustrated and whatever else you're feeling?
after maze run!!
LUCIEN IS DEAD!!!! im jk we would never grant jan the sweetness of death. HE IS OR WAS VERY CLOSE TO IT AT LEAST. reirin, who would have held up the comatose lucien in her shaking arms, and who would absolutely flipped and asked medea and mitsuba to tear whatever strips of her skirt they need to bandage and then CONVEY THIS FCKASS BLONDE TO PURRFECT PENANCE, where he is now ensconced in bed, looking paler than death but perhaps close to waking (for threading purposes)
either way, reirin is sitting at his bedside, her bloodied hands folded neatly in her lap, looking very unlike how she's been this past week: unflappable and bright. instead, she looks drawn and still shaken, though she has the possession needed now to look at Medea and Mitsuba in turn,]
A... [her throat is dry, she swallows to work the moisture back into her mouth, then] Are the both of you alright?
[OUR FFA PROMPT!!!!!]
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medea is concerned by the situation and how the setting forces their hands more than she s concerned that lucien is almost dead. it's not abnormal to be shaken by this kind of thing, so reirin's reaction makes sense.
unfortunately, she doesn't look to bothered even as she looks between all three of the people here. ]
Better than before. [ the imposed weakness. she's ignoring her headache. ] Are you?
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...Yes. [she says it a little like it's a personal failing though,
looks at lucien, their beloved prince.]
That was very -- frustrating to witness. [read: she wishes she bodyslammed this fck] And to endure. I do not understand the point of it.
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Would you prefer to be close to death's door and make the others feel what you're feeling now instead? Frustrated and whatever else you're feeling?
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[she still should have bodyslammed that freak though... she raises her head to meet Medea's gaze,]
But I am not someone who can watch someone else do what I could have done.
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[ but medea is someone who doesn't prioritize others' feelings much unless she knows it'll hinder what she wants to happen. ]
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Useless twink hovers uselessly in the background, being useless.]
I'm fine, I think... [He is not, but he will figure that out later.] Did we do all that for nothing?
[??????
WHAT DID THEY ACCOMPLISH HERE BESIDES LEARNING THAT LUCIEN IS DEAD AND ALSO ALMOST KILLING HIM AGAIN.]
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Close to nothing.
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What the hell is that thing, anyway?
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jk... Reirin will clutch his hand.... overwhelmed by the emotion of seeing someone bleed out slowly in order to fill a chalice,]
Lucien! Can you speak? Are you in pain?
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Ah... Reirin?
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...Yes. We are all back at the manor. Do you remember what happened?
[SHE IS SO UPSET!!!!! no she's not gonna cry. SHE WILL KEEP HER EYES CLOSED!!!]
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... Yes. I apologize if I worried you.
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she only watches from a distance to see if he wakes. ]
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anyway, her own vision clouds for a second before she blinks and shakes her head. ]
Any after effects besides the obvious?
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[which is to say he lifts a hand to his head and then notices the marking on it.]
—Ah.
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