03-08-2020, 12:22 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Another day, another dead god. It seems everyone in Elysium is fully capable of handling them, even if Lemy can't shake the feeling that something's going to go wrong in the near future. Well, he thinks as he shoots a glance off the side, in the direction of a certain someone's house. His ever-present smile tilts into a half-smirk. Not everyone.
Despite his late arrival, Lemy had managed to catch the tail-end of the Captain's little ransoming gamble. He should feel bad for poor Mistrim, he really really knows he should, but he can't help the little surge of triumph that runs through him at the realization that he wasn't the one humiliated this time.
He saw her lingering in the back during the checkups, and he's sure she saw his back as well. What did she think, he wonders, when she saw how he refused basic treatment yet gave up so easily? Did she think: 'What an idiot.' 'He can't take care of himself so others need to baby him.' 'Useless.' 'All he does is get himself hurt, he should have died instead of--'
The haze clears and suddenly he can hear the breaths he's taking through clenched teeth. He relaxes his jaw and plants a smile on his maw, taking note of the door he's in front of. Mistrim's. There's something brewing, deep in his throat, something that slithers and oozes down into his stomach. He recognizes the feeling, and allows himself to sink into it instead of pushing it down.
Mistrim seems to like Lemy, for whatever reason. Even though she really ought not to. She should get a clue from the rest of Elysium--nobody likes him. And he's fine with that. He won't let her ruin that.
"Misty! Heyaheya! Ya in there? Doin' okay? Wanna chat?" Lemy knocks on her door, smile bright and eyes dull.
Despite his late arrival, Lemy had managed to catch the tail-end of the Captain's little ransoming gamble. He should feel bad for poor Mistrim, he really really knows he should, but he can't help the little surge of triumph that runs through him at the realization that he wasn't the one humiliated this time.
He saw her lingering in the back during the checkups, and he's sure she saw his back as well. What did she think, he wonders, when she saw how he refused basic treatment yet gave up so easily? Did she think: 'What an idiot.' 'He can't take care of himself so others need to baby him.' 'Useless.' 'All he does is get himself hurt, he should have died instead of--'
The haze clears and suddenly he can hear the breaths he's taking through clenched teeth. He relaxes his jaw and plants a smile on his maw, taking note of the door he's in front of. Mistrim's. There's something brewing, deep in his throat, something that slithers and oozes down into his stomach. He recognizes the feeling, and allows himself to sink into it instead of pushing it down.
Mistrim seems to like Lemy, for whatever reason. Even though she really ought not to. She should get a clue from the rest of Elysium--nobody likes him. And he's fine with that. He won't let her ruin that.
"Misty! Heyaheya! Ya in there? Doin' okay? Wanna chat?" Lemy knocks on her door, smile bright and eyes dull.