04-29-2018, 12:46 AM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags
Lil's expression grew flat as Margaery argued back, now appearing more tired than angry.
"Margaery, I know what I know-- I saw what I saw. When I fell asleep you both were by my side, and when I woke up, you both were gone. Lissa and Eli and I went looking for you both, but there was just no sign of anyone. Did my name cross your mind when you left in the night?" Lilyspoise sighed, her will to fight diminishing. She wasn't Eli; verbal spats that she knew would go nowhere served no purpose but to exhaust her. "You're right; I would never accuse my mother of such an act, and we don't know each other anymore, because you're not my mother." While Eli and her could make the same harsh remarks, Lil had a certain way of delivering lines that made them hurt more. Eli specialized in intimidation, but against a foe that was equally as angry, a dismissive and tired delivery somehow tended to hurt more.
As Margaery commented on her serial killer lifestyle, Lil visibly winced. She did what she had to in order to survive, it wasn't like she had any other choice! She didn't have a family to protect her, and soon her souls were stuck in her body once more so it was her against the world with only the voices in her head.
She supposed the best thing to come out of this was that she no longer had to question whether or not her family was a reality or a desperate fabrication made to provide herself with some semblance of support.
"I did what I needed to in order to survive. I don't kill anymore, I have no need to. I never killed anyone who was willing to back down, and I healed anyone and everyone I possibly could." Lil said, shrugging. "And I never once attacked a child." If Margaery wanted to make low blows, then Lil would as well. She flicked her mangled ear as if to emphasize her point-- Margaery was the one who lost control. Lil had it the whole time.
Watching as Margaery went silent, likely as she processed that Lil couldn't come back with her, nor exactly wanted to, Lil hesitated for just a moment before speaking.
"I'm not gone forever. We're in allied clans, remember?" The tabby said softly, attempting to comfort the other some. Sure, she'd been rather harsh just before, but she wasn't out here to make Margaery suffer. She would bite back when bitten, but she wouldn't kick Margaery when she was down. "You're free to visit whenever you want, but if you do, I'd suggest going to the mainland. Follow the railroad tracks next time, not the side path." A part of her wondered why she would tell Margaery where to go and how to find her, but she supposed that there was no harm in doing so. If Margaery loved her as much as she was claiming to, then maybe she'd come and visit every once in a while. Rebuild what they'd lost-- what she previously threw away.
As Margaery explained why she'd settled down, Lil's eyes widened slightly.
"Wait-- hold on. You settled down because your lungs were damaged but then traveled here to try and find me?" Lil asked, only after speaking realizing that it seemed like she was trying to call out some sort of fallacy. "You idiot-- you damaged your lungs further, I know it!" There was coltsfoot on the mainland, but she didn't want to drag Margaery there, mostly because she knew her clanmates would be more than curious as to who the stranger she brought over was. But then again, sending Margaery back to the Ascendants without proper rest (and treatment, because she had a feeling Marg hadn't sought that out quite yet) would hinder her further.
Whatever, she'd figure that out later, she needed to think herbs now.
However, before she could figure that out, Margaery was speaking once again.
Oh, yeah, her side was cut up, wasn't it? Now that she acknowledged the wound, she felt how badly it stung, but Margaery said that if she treated it she'd leave, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't want that either. Solely for Margaery's lungs-- of course.
"Marg, I... I don't hate you. But see things how I did; I grew up with my birth mother never truly loving me, only my father. Then, later on in a second life, I find my family again only to have that fall apart-- my only comfort was in two mothers that I wasn't ever sure I could call my own." Eugh, it sucked thinking about that again. She felt her heart ache at the remembrance of how awful things had went with her blood relations. "That family falls apart and then falls back together, and just when I think things are going to work out again, I wake up alone. I search and search and search and find nothing. I encounter dangers I would've never been able to survive by playing pacifist, and suddenly I'm a well known killer. Then my twin-souls disappear and I think I'm going crazy-- I thought I made it all up, Margaery. I had no proof that any of this was real, so I settle down and try and figure everything out. Then all of a sudden you show up, demand I come with you and leave the only stable structure I've had in months and when I say no-- when I explain that from my perspective, I was abandoned by more mothers who care for each other more than for me, suddenly I'm the bad guy!"
Lil didn't know when, but she'd started crying somewhere along the way.
"I'm going to treat my side because it hurts, and this is a hurt I can soothe. Then I'm going to give you herbs for your lungs, because you need medical attention too. In a perfect world I can get you to stay here for a few days and rest, but I doubt you want that. I doubt you'd want to meet my crew mates, too. We're a bit of a rowdy bunch." The smell of blood wasn't unfamiliar in the clan, and Lil knew how much blood and Margaery didn't mix, so she didn't want to make the other uncomfortable. At the same time though, traveling home on damaged lungs would definitely prove... harmful. "It's up to you, though."
// i didnt proofread any of this so excuse any typos lmaoo
"Margaery, I know what I know-- I saw what I saw. When I fell asleep you both were by my side, and when I woke up, you both were gone. Lissa and Eli and I went looking for you both, but there was just no sign of anyone. Did my name cross your mind when you left in the night?" Lilyspoise sighed, her will to fight diminishing. She wasn't Eli; verbal spats that she knew would go nowhere served no purpose but to exhaust her. "You're right; I would never accuse my mother of such an act, and we don't know each other anymore, because you're not my mother." While Eli and her could make the same harsh remarks, Lil had a certain way of delivering lines that made them hurt more. Eli specialized in intimidation, but against a foe that was equally as angry, a dismissive and tired delivery somehow tended to hurt more.
As Margaery commented on her serial killer lifestyle, Lil visibly winced. She did what she had to in order to survive, it wasn't like she had any other choice! She didn't have a family to protect her, and soon her souls were stuck in her body once more so it was her against the world with only the voices in her head.
She supposed the best thing to come out of this was that she no longer had to question whether or not her family was a reality or a desperate fabrication made to provide herself with some semblance of support.
"I did what I needed to in order to survive. I don't kill anymore, I have no need to. I never killed anyone who was willing to back down, and I healed anyone and everyone I possibly could." Lil said, shrugging. "And I never once attacked a child." If Margaery wanted to make low blows, then Lil would as well. She flicked her mangled ear as if to emphasize her point-- Margaery was the one who lost control. Lil had it the whole time.
Watching as Margaery went silent, likely as she processed that Lil couldn't come back with her, nor exactly wanted to, Lil hesitated for just a moment before speaking.
"I'm not gone forever. We're in allied clans, remember?" The tabby said softly, attempting to comfort the other some. Sure, she'd been rather harsh just before, but she wasn't out here to make Margaery suffer. She would bite back when bitten, but she wouldn't kick Margaery when she was down. "You're free to visit whenever you want, but if you do, I'd suggest going to the mainland. Follow the railroad tracks next time, not the side path." A part of her wondered why she would tell Margaery where to go and how to find her, but she supposed that there was no harm in doing so. If Margaery loved her as much as she was claiming to, then maybe she'd come and visit every once in a while. Rebuild what they'd lost-- what she previously threw away.
As Margaery explained why she'd settled down, Lil's eyes widened slightly.
"Wait-- hold on. You settled down because your lungs were damaged but then traveled here to try and find me?" Lil asked, only after speaking realizing that it seemed like she was trying to call out some sort of fallacy. "You idiot-- you damaged your lungs further, I know it!" There was coltsfoot on the mainland, but she didn't want to drag Margaery there, mostly because she knew her clanmates would be more than curious as to who the stranger she brought over was. But then again, sending Margaery back to the Ascendants without proper rest (and treatment, because she had a feeling Marg hadn't sought that out quite yet) would hinder her further.
Whatever, she'd figure that out later, she needed to think herbs now.
However, before she could figure that out, Margaery was speaking once again.
Oh, yeah, her side was cut up, wasn't it? Now that she acknowledged the wound, she felt how badly it stung, but Margaery said that if she treated it she'd leave, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't want that either. Solely for Margaery's lungs-- of course.
"Marg, I... I don't hate you. But see things how I did; I grew up with my birth mother never truly loving me, only my father. Then, later on in a second life, I find my family again only to have that fall apart-- my only comfort was in two mothers that I wasn't ever sure I could call my own." Eugh, it sucked thinking about that again. She felt her heart ache at the remembrance of how awful things had went with her blood relations. "That family falls apart and then falls back together, and just when I think things are going to work out again, I wake up alone. I search and search and search and find nothing. I encounter dangers I would've never been able to survive by playing pacifist, and suddenly I'm a well known killer. Then my twin-souls disappear and I think I'm going crazy-- I thought I made it all up, Margaery. I had no proof that any of this was real, so I settle down and try and figure everything out. Then all of a sudden you show up, demand I come with you and leave the only stable structure I've had in months and when I say no-- when I explain that from my perspective, I was abandoned by more mothers who care for each other more than for me, suddenly I'm the bad guy!"
Lil didn't know when, but she'd started crying somewhere along the way.
"I'm going to treat my side because it hurts, and this is a hurt I can soothe. Then I'm going to give you herbs for your lungs, because you need medical attention too. In a perfect world I can get you to stay here for a few days and rest, but I doubt you want that. I doubt you'd want to meet my crew mates, too. We're a bit of a rowdy bunch." The smell of blood wasn't unfamiliar in the clan, and Lil knew how much blood and Margaery didn't mix, so she didn't want to make the other uncomfortable. At the same time though, traveling home on damaged lungs would definitely prove... harmful. "It's up to you, though."
// i didnt proofread any of this so excuse any typos lmaoo
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[div style="letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 16pt; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; color: #353E84;"]II. THE HIGH PRIESTESS
this card in the upright position indicates quiet knowledge and wisdom of the unknowable. the high priestess’s inaction is a result of having done all that they can and knowing that the rest is in the universe’s hands. In the reversed position, this card indicates one whose judgement is clouded by stress and uncertainty, always concerned with the lives of others around them.
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lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ tri-souled ♕ tags