fridgetothefire | 027 ☣ some messages

[Private to Zane, Abigail, and Cassel, vaguetimed after the breach, Wednesday-ish?]

...how are you guys?

[Private to Ben, Wednesdayish]

Thank you.

[Private to Sylvanas, thursday]

[Her voice is small, nervous and tentative, though there isn't really fear in it, just uncertainty that she ought to be asking at all.]

I know we haven't spoken, much. I'm really sorry if this is - rude or painful, or anything, and you don't have to answer. I just.

You hate Arthas, right?

[Private to Mal, Friday, text, sent right before she dies]

I've decided to let Arthas make me a zombie for a few days. If all goes as planned, I will be able to resist any and all brain-eating urges. If it's messed up or he lied to me about what's going to happen, being killed will reset me to my normal self. I don't want any of the people who love me to have to do it. Could you check by Cabin 1x17 in the next few minutes and make sure I don't emerge on the warpath? If you don't want to, I'd trust Beatrix to do it too.

Thanks.

[Private to Arthas, Friday]

I'm ready. Is now good for you?

[OOC: I may add other starters to this post as older things play out/I think of them. If anyone has something they want to have brought up with Anya BEFORE she becomes a zombie, let me know and I will add it. There will probably be a separate public zombie post later.]

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What was she? Yours.

You don't have to say.

[She tries to imagine, and can't. Her instinct is to say a bird, a jay or a jackdaw, clever and flashy and infuriating; but that's too easy, open. It's just what she wants him to be. The truth is that neither of them has ever been able to just fly away.]

[He smiles, a touch self-deprecating.]

A lemming.

[For what that's worth.]

[Anya doesn't quite predate the slanderous documentary, but she's never seen it.]

Oh my gosh. You must have been intolerably cute.

I was n--

[Okay even he can't lie about that.]

She was pretty adorable.

[She thinks: Malachai could have eaten a lemming in one bite. But he was always a bit of a soft touch, at least compared to her.]

Were you a scrapping urchin dandy again?

Gyptian. So - yeah, kinda.

[He wrinkles his nose.]

It was like a family without being the kind of family we had. A little less close-knit. More distant. Slevin and me were pretty close, weirdly. He hates me usually.

Zane and I found each other. But we always do.

Did he - are you okay?

[Not sharply, just - she knows what he did, there. She needs to ask.]

[He's quiet for a moment, distant, remembering. Then:]

She wouldn't let him. His daemon. He was going to, but - she broke the rules.

[All the rules. It felt like fingernails on a chalkboard, lace gloves, emotion work. And then it felt safe.]

He didn't hurt me, in the end.

Good.

She was - something. Special.

[He can elaborate, if he needs to say more about it, or he can inquire about her interactions with them, if would rather divert the conversation. Either-or, gently presented.]

She was. She loved me. Instantly. Even though she wasn't supposed to. Even though he didn't want her to.

[They always find each other. He loops his arm through Anya's and chews his lip, thoughtful.]

You knew him?

I was looking for someone else, and I found him.

He saw me try to give my own daemon a concussion and decided to bring me home.

[It was more complicated than that, a few weeks of dancing around each other, a standoff of mutual fascination and paranoia. But she is still pretty sure that made the difference - that it made Zane feel less horribly freakish and alone, having someone even more oddly estranged from her daemon around.]

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