02-06-2021, 06:06 AM
"but you promised me this is love" ✭ ── After much consideration, Arrow was worried she had chosen a terrible time to require company for a...disturbing matter. She hadn't thought about it until it was a little too late, but between the fire and Ares making her escape into the stormy night, perhaps having to witness a ghost look so terminally ill wasn't the greatest turn of events. The following sense of guilt was heavier than she'd planned, leaving her curled up on the floor with her head in her paws mumbling such positive phrases such as "you fuckin' idiot.". The time that had passed had been lost to her after returning home following her public display, refusing to leave even when the agony had passed like she assured it would.
It had been late by the time her company returned, the creak of the floorboards and thunk of the gift announcing Elsweyr's arrival before the charming voice of the woman sounded through the hall. She raised her head, sitting up as the lioness got closer. "Don't worry about it, Elsie. I appreciate the thought. You could always eat it for me." She grinned, whiskers twitching in a manner that was much more jovial than she actually was. She clicked her tongue as she tried to form an answer to the question. She figured that lying was both inconsiderate at this point, and it wasn't like her condition would really be getting in anyone's way at this point. "I'm fine, sorry about makin' such a scene. At least this time around it's less dramatic." The grin faded, and Arrow looked uncharacteristically saddened. Her eyes were cast to the soft light on the wall from Elsweyr's mane, blinking wistfully as if she was trying to remember something. "I'll be okay. It's just...okay, confession. I'll be having moments of spittin' up blood for eternity." She nervously rubbed the back of her neck, half expecting to find the woman bolting when she looked back up. "Technically, I'm always sick, because it, y'know, killed me."
It had been late by the time her company returned, the creak of the floorboards and thunk of the gift announcing Elsweyr's arrival before the charming voice of the woman sounded through the hall. She raised her head, sitting up as the lioness got closer. "Don't worry about it, Elsie. I appreciate the thought. You could always eat it for me." She grinned, whiskers twitching in a manner that was much more jovial than she actually was. She clicked her tongue as she tried to form an answer to the question. She figured that lying was both inconsiderate at this point, and it wasn't like her condition would really be getting in anyone's way at this point. "I'm fine, sorry about makin' such a scene. At least this time around it's less dramatic." The grin faded, and Arrow looked uncharacteristically saddened. Her eyes were cast to the soft light on the wall from Elsweyr's mane, blinking wistfully as if she was trying to remember something. "I'll be okay. It's just...okay, confession. I'll be having moments of spittin' up blood for eternity." She nervously rubbed the back of her neck, half expecting to find the woman bolting when she looked back up. "Technically, I'm always sick, because it, y'know, killed me."