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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2015-06-28 08:49 pm

074 ☣ Snicker-snack

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[The post comes thirty, maybe forty-five minutes after Kara's. Even with the major broken bones and butchery repaired, from just the shoulders up, Anya looks an absolute wreck. She has a swollen, mottled lump at her temple, ugly purple dripping under her skin like a watercolor stormcloud. Her throat is bruised too, the wide brumous darkness there slashed through with line of red lightning, gleaming and raw rather than simple rusting scab, where she thrashed against the rough iron wire binding her neck. Her mouth has a dab of blood that wasn't all washed away, her lip ragged where she chomped partway through it. Her hair is a sweat-matted mess. Most of all, though, is the look in her eye, an unhinged lurching snarl.]

This. Is done. Now. This thing, with Dean, it's me and him, and we are square. Whatever private wars you've got to settle, I don't care, but any one of you touches him in my name - no vengeance. None.

Or I will take it out of your fucking hide.

[She is not entirely sane right now. And she is not even remotely fucking around. The feed cuts out. And then, fifteen seconds later, still broadcast to everyone.]

Including you.


[Private to Ricki]

[Slumped, quieter]

...except you, I guess. Sorry.

But please don't.


[Private to Stiles]

[Also quiet, eyes downcast, exhausted.]

If he can't be bothered to tell you, I think he thought I was the admiral. That he could get free, save the people here. I know you have to do something, I know you'll do. Whatever you decide is best.

But I'd like to be. Informed.


[Private to Iris]

Thank you.


[Infirmary spam]

[She stays there about thirty-six hours, too worn out to do very much, letting the minor surface wounds that didn't get mended with magic stay cleaned and bandaged and iced. She'll see visitors if they come, will be wan and weary but lucid, without the vicious freneticism of the immediate aftermath. After that, she can't stand it any longer despite the advantages, retreats to the sanctuary of her cabin.]
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-10 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It'll go away eventually.

That - doesn't help now. But I promise. It'll at least get less.

[He traces lines down her back, soft, gentle touches. Cradles her in his arms and murmurs love noises.]

You don't have to try. You don't have to do anything.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-14 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that simple.

[But he tucks his chin against her shoulder and wishes he could unknot it all, wring it out right like a skein of yarn until it was all in a neat little orderly ball. None of it makes any goddamn sense. She didn't do anything.]

It'll be - easier to put things away soon. I promise.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-14 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's all he can do - all he can be. All he owes her is everything. He wants to make her smile, but knows it's impossible right now, the way she's hurting, the way she's broken apart and flayed open. So he does what he can do, which is very little, but not nothing.]

[She squeezes his hand and he squeezes back, ever so lightly.]


I love you. Nobody can hurt that away from you.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-15 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The touch is soothing, soft. He smiles at her, beatific and gentle, opens his palm to her so she can trace his fortune.]

The worst of me and the best of me. I promise that, too.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-15 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is a question he has to think about, not because he doesn't want to give her what she wants, but because it's such a heavy thing to ask. Because of Lila - there will never be a day when he doesn't think about that.]

[Eventually, though, he does nod.]


For you, I would.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
I could make you a bird, or a bat. An insect, but that - I don't think that would be very much fun.

[His fingers play over her hands, his eyes closing slowly as he considers, plans, creates in his mind.]

A bird. Something with beautiful jeweled wings, something light and fast and dangerous. I could make up something brand new for you, you know.
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-24 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Her smile is a balm. He brushes her hair out of her face and smiles back, a pleased little-brother smile.]

I'll start drawing up sketches for you, okay?
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-24 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
I know. I won't let you down.

[Her trust is so precious to him, the most valuable thing he owns.]
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[personal profile] patheticvillain 2015-07-25 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles at her as her eyes fall shut, gratified.]

Thank you. I will. I'll stay strong for you.