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taste the blood as feathers fly

Who: Mithos, Sheena, Freyjadour, Sayo, Raine
What: Confessions of a quadmillennial drama queen
When: Saturday the 16th, morning
Where: Somewhere in the village
Summary: Martel is gone and Mithos takes it about as well as usual. Misplaced rage very nearly solves everything (except not really), until someone has to show up and ruin it all. Then other stuff happens.
Rating: T for tantrum

[Cycles, patterns, unrelenting repetition - it becomes a way of life after so many stretched-out years, and especially in somewhere like Luceti, somewhere shaped and re-shaped by comings and goings yet somehow always the same. Over and over again. Mithos climbs the stairs, like he does every morning, to pay pilgrimmage to Martel's room and make sure that even if she remains in the custody of the Malnosso, she at least hasn't returned 'home'. Insanity - doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, like maybe this time his sister would stay by his side and he could be where he belongs. When he pushes the door open, he expects to see the same clothes sitting neatly on the chair, folded by patient hands months ago, waiting to be put away by their owner. The panpipes should be on the bedside table, perched precisely where he sets them down every day when he's done playing. The sheets and blankets should be rumpled just so, just as they were the day she was taken, her scent no longer lingering between the threads, neutralized by his own.

He takes a breath and his eyes sweep the space. The bed is right. The panpipes are right. The clothes are gone.

Gone. One word, one sharp syllable lodged into his chest, his ribcage constricting around it and pushing the tips of bone into the raw yielding tissue of his heart - he swears he can feel it puncture. The only sounds he can hear are the ones in his head, gutted memories, hollow voices, the same bad dream returning with a vengeance. His feet carry him to the wardrobe. Pull a drawer open. Empty. He backs away as though singed, sinking to the bed. He crumbles as soon as his body touches the blankets that don't smell of his sister anymore. His legs fold underneath him; his spine curls him into a ball; his fingers shape trembling fists. Tears, at first startled by the suddenness of loss, finally come spilling out.

Time keeps going around him. His swollen tearducts run dry and his body is still, but it's isn't alright. It isn't enough. Crimes should be met with punishment, and it is a crime of the highest order that his sister should be denied reprieve from her imminent death in a world that wanted neither of them. It is a crime of an even higher order that she should be pried from him, that he should be separated from her. But there is nobody on the other end of this crime. Nobody to blame. Nobody to wrest revenge from. Nothing he can do about it.

He refuses to accept that answer. He pushes himself up from the blankets. He stands, and he walks back down the stairs, and he takes up a sword. Out the door. Up the road. No destination in mind - let fate choose his target, and let it choose wisely.]

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[A jolt of pain in his right shoulder forces him to turn back to Sayo, limbs tight with tension - what little she had unwound is back. He's silent for a few more beats. With everything shifting around him and underneath him, he has to start with what he knows.]

...I don't want to be here anymore. [Not with Frey, Sheena, Raine. He's done. He just wants to go back.]

[Raine doesn't need to be told to heal Sheena. The only reason why she hadn't moved to do that directly was to avoid aggravating the situation further.

It wouldn't be the first time, especially with Mithos in a state like this.

Still, if there was a way to peacefully resolve this, they should look for that possible outcome. If Mithos were to leave with Sayo ... she would have to trust in Sayo. The problem was that Mithos wasn't one to be trusted.

She gives Sayo a sharp nod, and moves to stand by Sheena's side, attempting to keep eye contact with Frey. If she could at least indicate to him to keep something of an eye on that pair - at least to make sure nothing else went wrong - then she could focus on healing Sheena, and have time to come to an understanding of the full situation. From there the next step of handling this situation could be figured out.]

Edited 2012-07-11 07:09 (UTC)

[Oh, good. Standing around looking ready to fall over wasn't doing any of them any favors. She won't ask, Raine - she'll just lean, using her uninjured arm to hold on for support.

It's useless to tell her now that she hadn't started it. The focus is on Mithos and getting him to stop it and that won't help with the goal.]

[He doesn't plan to take his eyes off Mithos at all, so that eye contact is not going to be much noticed until he feels the sensation of eyes on him, and then he only glaces at Raine with a nod before turning back to Mithos.

As much as he would like to trust that he would not do anything..... He had given him a chance already, if only a little one. This attack proved that Mithos was still vastly unstable.]

[She nods, holding one of his shoulders still. She glances at Frey, glad to see his attention is focused on not letting Mithos attack again. This situation is awful for everyone, but. But they have to try not to let it go out of hand.]

... Then let's go. We'll talk about everything at home. Is that okay? About everything that you need to talk about.

[There doesn't have to be anymore bloodshed today.

She won't allow it.]

[He'll fire off a final round of glares to the others - it still comes off as bewildered more than anything - and without another word he curtly begins to walk away. He has nothing to say until he can reach privacy. He doesn't try to brush Sayo's hand off. He needs its weight.]

[Finally, once they start moving, Raine can turn her attention to Sheena's wounds. She's not comfortable with the outcome of the situation, but there is nothing more she can do about it until later on.

For now she'll help Sheena settle into a half sitting position, at least enough so that she can properly cast a few healing spells to seal up the bleeding wounds. Cleanup would come later, once they're able to hobble to the clinic.

For now, though, she'll begin her casting.]

Hang on. We can talk more about it soon.

[Looking from Sheena and Raine to Mithos and Sayo, Frey realizes he can't simply let Sayo take Mithos home.

They might be in the clear now, but he couldn't risk Mithos losing it again. He had proven, twice now, how emotionally unstable he could be. What if someone, somewhere along the way, set him off again?

He'll glance back at Raine, making a quick motion with his head- He needs to follow them, and he wants her to know that. He needs to make sure they both get there without incident.

Then he sets off after Mithos and Sayo.]

[She doesn't look back to see if someone's following, because she knows she needs to focus on Mithos and keeping him calm. She lowers her hand from his shoulder and takes his hand, squeezing it gently.]

... Talk to me, Mithos.

I know--it's... Martel's left Luceti, right?

[He hasn't yet noticed that Frey is tailing them. He barely realizes that blood still trickles down his arm as his wound begins to coagulate. His focus is all on the raw aching that pulses through him, and now on Sayo's hand protecting his. He's silent for a few more yards; then he speaks, above a whisper.]

Martel is gone... I kept waiting for her to come back, and she never did.

[He doesn't need more bloodshed. What he needs more than anything right now is for someone to listen, and if Sayo is willing to bear that responsibility, he isn't going to hold back.] It isn't fair! She was taken away so quickly...we were supposed to make up for lost time here!

[His voice is becoming heavy and damp; the first hot tear loosens itself.] She shouldn't have to go back to that worthless world, where she'll only be killed again!

[He continues to follow, paying attention to Mithos' body language as much as his words. Both would be the first hint of any violent reaction from him, and for Sayo's sake he truly had to keep track of every movement Mithos' made. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of this- If Sayo was truly immune to his rage, or if she merely pacified him.

Of course, hearing Mithos speak of his sister in such a manner struck closer to home then he would ever admit. 'She'll only be killed again!'......He chose to shove away any thought on that for now, though. He couldn't afford such thinking at the moment.]

[She reaches over and gently pulls him close as they walk, pulling a hankerchief from her sash and pressing it gently to the wound he's gotten.] I know. I know it's hard, and so unfair... That's the nature of Luceti, isn't it? And yet, it's the worst part of meeting someone, being afraid for the day when they leave...

It's okay to feel miserable, knowing that much. It's okay to cry when we think about how cruel the world can be. I'm here to help you with all of that.

... Does it hurt? You arm...

[He shakes his head vehemently. It hurts, but it doesn't matter. Flesh wounds sting less than wounds of the heart.]

Why did she have to leave? Why is it always Martel? I thought we could finally be happy here... I thought we could live here together until the end! [Death wouldn't part them for a long time if they could both manage to stay. It may not be an eternity, but right now, he's willing to settle for less-than-perfect.] Even if there are humans here, and the Malnosso...it would have been alright as long as Martel could stay with me!

[He knows, somewhere underneath his grief, that it isn't true - it still wouldn't be alright. There would still be too many knots, too impossible to untangle. This realization sends another seismic wave through his crumbling insides. Is he really asking for too much...?]

I need my sister! I can't do this without her...! I need her...

[Frey continues to follow, listening closely to his words and slowly forming a picture. It was clear the loss of his sister was the source of this outburst. He had always known Mithos was violent... but..

He truly was just a child, wasn't he? He hadn't been able to deal with the loss of his sister, grow beyond it, cope with it. He did not even seem to want to. Was it a way of keeping her memories close, perhaps...? Or to avoid that hurt again?

It was something to think on.]

I know.... [She rubs his shoulder, voice soft.] I know, it's not fair... It's not. It's too cruel, what they do. You should never have to see your loved one return like this. If you ever went away like that...

[She realizes it's personal, so personal, another vocalized reason why she cared about Mithos. But it's hard not to say it.]

I think... my heart would break.

[She'd never remember her husband--but the pain was real then. She's a strong person for the people she loves, but take them away, and what is she? What is anyone, really?]

Edited 2012-07-29 02:16 (UTC)

I'm not going to leave... I can't. [He knows he can't keep this promise. He'll have no choice in the matter when the time comes. But it's true that he can't leave - he has to stay and wait for Martel all over again. More things anchors him to Luceti too...things he never had back in his world, things that are irreplaceable.]

You'll stay here too, won't you? [Likewise, he knows it isn't fair to ask that. He knows it's childish. Reality hurts too much - he needs to disregard it as much as she'll let him.]

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