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driftfleet2017-06-09 10:11 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-06-09 10:11 am
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- chloe price,
- daenerys targaryen,
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- doudanuki masakuni,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- eizen,
- ezri dax,
- felix gaeta,
- felix harrowgate,
- fenris,
- fingon,
- ginko,
- hermione granger,
- ignis scientia,
- imperator furiosa,
- jack sparrow,
- kaidan alenko,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- katie mccoy,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
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- mon-el,
- natasha romanoff,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- okita souji,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- remy lebeau,
- rokurou rangetsu,
- sayid jarrah,
- sokka,
- takashi shirogane,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- zelda
i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream
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All of the knick knacks are cataloged as he sees them, but he is more drawn to the desk and its occupant. As it should be, considering the placement of everything in this opulent space. He considers giving her space, but this is her room and he feels as if he's trespassing. The best thing to do would be to approach her and find out why he's here, at least in his mind.
Dark circles mar her face, but it's not that he hasn't seen her like this. In fact, she looked a little like this on the night of the ball, but she was at least trying to be convivial then. Now, she looks as if she could use rest and some human companionship. Of those, he can offer at least one thing.]
Hermione, when was the last time you took a break and ate? Slept? Had tea?
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Eventually, she manages to tilt her head up, her hand just stilling. She watches Ignis and lets her eyes drag over him, but the smile on her face is still tired and worn down. Around the room there's a gentle, wan echo, a low voice that grates with anger and frustration.
You can eat and live, but all food turns to ash in your mouth. You can sleep, but you will not dream, nor will you find true rest. As your body and mind eat themselves, you will become thin, weak, and mad. You will learn fear, if you have not yet learned respect. You will twitch and jump at your own shadow. ]
Oh, no, I - [ She frowns. Clearly, she recognises him, but it's just as obvious that she can't quite place why. ] No, I don't need a break, really. I had something to eat a few hours ago, and I'm sure I can get some tea soon. There's no need to worry.
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He notes everything about her. This isn't natural and it reeks of someone tampering with her mind. Someone powerful, no doubt, if it's gone this far.
He knows how his friends would react. Noctis would be insulted and probably crawl up on her bed to sleep, thinking if she wants to ignore him he'll ignore her first. Gladio would try to shake her, yell at her, get a reaction other than this half-assed attempt she's given. Prompto would pull on her arm and try to take a million pictures, touching everything like a hyper puppy until she did something beside work.
What he does is frown at the voice, slotting it into its proper place for later consideration and places a hand on her shoulder, a calm and steady presence.]
Nonsense. I'll make you something to eat and some tea. A break it exactly what you need.
[His voice is soft velvet with titanium underneath. Caring but with no give for her to ignore.]
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The hand on her shoulder makes her jump even though she knew he was there and when she tilts her head up to look at him her eyes are wide and startled. She pauses, considering for a moment, breathing in and out, before she bows her head and looks down at the desk. The idea of food and drink makes her feel sickly and unsure, and her arm, the one with the blood, moves to press against her stomach, resting there for a moment.
He's insistent, and she's managed to suffer through tea and biscuits before. Maybe this time will be better. Maybe this time the curse won't be as bad, that she might be able to swallow down the drink without feeling as though her mouth is filled with dirt. She probably ought to eat something, just to be sure. ]
... Okay. Maybe, just for ten minutes.
[ It's hard for her to push herself away from the desk, and she leans over to organise her papers even as she moves to go, shuffling some things. Her mind always goes back to the work - quests to give, people to check on, reports and letters to send, whispers and rumours she thinks she should pay attention to - but eventually she stops, her shoulders drooping ever so slightly, her eyes glancing back up. ]
Just some tea. I don't need anything special.
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It's then that he notices her arm and he reaches out to take it. His healing abilities are not like that of other healers, but they suffice in battle and when Noctis is around. He has his bond with his king and he knows he can heal wounds.]
Forget that for now, Hermione. What's happened to your arm?
[He's careful not to jostle any of her papers. Six knows he'd be angry if someone ruined his desk back home while he was working. That he'd gotten angry at Gladio for shoving his things on the floor more than once while trying to drag him out to 'pick up chicks'.]
Tell me how I can help.
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It doesn't need to be healed. Even if he made the blood go away the mark would still be there. It's not something that's going to get better, just like the scar on her face, the ones on her neck, the tattoos on her back. They're eternal, now, haunting her for the rest of her life, and there's nothing she can do to undo it. There's no escaping it. ]
It's... Old. I don't know why it's bleeding.
[ Still, she frowns a little harder, her head tilting even as she pulls her arm away from Ignis' touch. ]
It'll be okay, don't worry.
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Tell me where you got this. And the one on your face. How did these happen to you?
[Guess who isn't going away or leaving this alone until he gets some answers. This guy.]
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My arm... It... [ She breathes a sigh. ] I was being tortured. She decided to carve into my arm to make sure I learned my lesson. My face is because I broke a vow and - and I lost my honour.
[ It's a little more complicated than that, but even the real Hermione is loathe to talk about the situation behind her duel with Alyosha. ]
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This is the world you were in before you arrived on the Fleet, isn't it?
[Savage, that's the word he'd used if asked to describe it, but he can see the appeal for her. At least in this room. The curse runs through his mind again as he tries to find some answer she isn't giving him in her drawn and tired face.]
And the curse on your food, drink and rest? Is that to do with your lesson or the broken vow?
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[ Hermione stares down at her arm and breathes in and out for a moment, her chest heavy and her heart feeling a little bit too much like lead inside of her. It takes her a moment to keep going, but she manages, softening just enough to try and speak. ]
That was neither of them. I'm afraid I've made too many mistakes in my life, Ignis, and I've been properly punished for them.
[ Shaking her head she moves to push hair out of her face. ]
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[He isn't sure what to say to this. He knew that she'd been to another world that was different from the Fleet, some place she felt more like was her home than where she was from originally. But, if this is the place, even a small part of it, he isn't sure what to think of it.
The way she speaks, moves, acts is completely different from what he's used to seeing. It's disconcerting to say the least.]
This isn't punishment. This is torture. What sort of person would do a thing like this?
[Without thinking, he reaches up and moves her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers brush her cheek.]
No one deserves this.
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[ Hermione knows she did something terrible. The weight of hundreds of dead people lay on her shoulders, and she has to bear that burden. The weight of pain and suffering and death is her's to bear and no one can take that from her - no one can tell her that she isn't at fault when it was her own broken vow that caused it.
In this moment this isn't a true reflection of Hermione, not really, but it is what she truly feels. ]
Someone who recognised what I did wrong. It... I was supposed to die but she spared me so that I could continue to grow and learn.
[ The touch softens her features, just a little, and she turns her head to look at Ignis, her own hand covering his gently. ]
It's a reminder.
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[He's usually the level-headed one, the one that states everything in forward, no-nonsense terms. He leaves the passionate, anger fueled speeches for Gladio and Prompto. However, when it comes to those he cares for... it appears that he is just as passionate as his friends after all.
And he's not about to apologize.]
No, I can't let you sit here and think that this was a reasonable action, no matter why it occurred. Carrying the weight of bad decisions is something we all do, unless we're so cold and callous that we simply don't care what anyone thinks or says or does outside of ourselves. And you've never struck me as a selfish woman, Hermione.
Allowing this to go on is cruel and I would be remiss if I didn't attempt to help you.
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[ She shakes her head, shifting and pulling away, dragging her fingertips back and off from Ignis'. Instead, she frowns, looking out towards the wall, gazing at the fabric portrait of the lioness bounding across the landscape. It makes her feel sick, and the feeling of nausea spreads through the room.
A memory begins to unfold, slowly and surely, and it drowns out any words that Ignis might speak. Hermione doesn't catch the tail end of his impassioned speech to her - instead, she's lost in the memory, in the words that Alyosha says to her, echoing around the room even when the memory fades.
It will scar, a token of your failures; but a token too that there is no trial which may not be overcome.
It wasn't strictly a duel. It wasn't fair. It was a lesson. It's clear from revisiting the memory that Hermione was unmatched and had no chance of winning, and the only prevailing emotion is the knowledge that she could die at any point. She's ready to die for her sins.
Don't use healing magic, alright? It - it has to scar, that's the point. We have to let it scar. ]