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Author Topic: closing walls and ticking clocks  (Read 311 times)

Description: tag: Cid

Offline Liana Volkov

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closing walls and ticking clocks
« on: Sep 29, 18, 03:36:32 AM »
takes place the evening after the ocean on his shoulders and it gets stuck in my teeth


Liana didn't like waiting. She was generally prone to an inability to sit still for too long unless absolutely required of her. Waiting while worried was infinitely worse. The day had gone from bad to worse to absolute shit-show, but at the very least it had kept her busy and distracted from looming thoughts of concern and negativity.

The unconscious, Gray Prince had been on her mind numerous times, of course, but between everything that had transpired since the witchstorm and helping their shared Queen keep everything running (ignoring the argument that Liana and Arkadie had gotten into), it had been enough to allow the witch not to dwell on. Doing so only would've made her upset and both her Queen and her Jacks couldn't afford for her to crack right then.

Now, however? When most of the rest of court had finally retired to bed and there was nothing else to do until morning came again? (There was plenty still yet to be done in the aftermath of the day's earlier disaster, but given that it was the middle of the night meant that most of it would wait until the next day.) Not so much, especially as she sat on the vacant side of Cid's bed and watched him silently, legs drawn up to her chest and her chin resting atop her knees. Phoebus had woken up earlier, which was a boon and Liana was grateful, but it wasn't enough to stop her from worrying about her oldest friend.

Arkadie had said he was fine as far as she could tell, said he'd wake up when he woke up, but Liana was not always known for her patience. She was tired and frustrated and anxious; the fight with the Black Widow Queen hadn't helped and they'd barely spoken the rest of the day. The Steward just needed something to go right today. Just one thing. "I swear to Mother Night if you don't wake the fuck up I will beat your ass and not even in the way you enjoy."





Offline Sydney Concord

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Re: closing walls and ticking clocks
« Reply #1 on: Oct 02, 18, 05:58:48 PM »
His body ached and his head ached and waking seemed like such a chore. It had happened once, earlier when he had sensed Arkadie crying. Her tears had brought him to wakefulness before he had fallen back into the emptiness of his rest (as neither dream or otherwise found him).

Now it was threats of violence upon his person that did so. Cid's fingers twitched, slowly as if making sure he still had control of them, and then they slowly curled. First the pinky, then his ring finger, followed by his index finger and then his thumb. His middle finger was conspicuously straight as Cid's eyes cracked open, even the faint light of the room somehow hurtful in its muted intensity.

"... fuck you," he spoke, voice hoarse, "for threatening me when I can't make you back it up and get to not enjoy it ..." If she had expected anything else, perhaps pronouncements of love or adoration, she was at the wrong bedside. Cid had nearly died, nearly broken himself entirely, but he had not suddenly become an entirely different person.

He was, and would ever be, that asshole. Beside that, if he responded with anything else, Cid was certain that Liana would probably think the world was either over or that he was well and truly fucked and not in, as she had just said earlier, a way that he enjoyed. Not that he was not already that. His head ached in a way that made him wish he did not have one and that was before he thought about the fact that his grasp on his jewels, their strength, was barely there.

It was a wonder he had been saved at all.






Offline Liana Volkov

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Re: closing walls and ticking clocks
« Reply #2 on: Oct 07, 18, 03:45:24 AM »
Liana wasn't a Shaos or a Myos, her observational skills not befitting to the levels of spies and assassins, but her father was a Prince among Princes and his keen eye had not been something shirked in their many lessons back when she was a girl. Something that had aided her not only as a Master Jack but also as Steward. And as such was the case she managed to catch the twitching of Cid's fingers out of the corner of her eye before anything else, although she didn't bother turning her head to look squarely at his hand - she didn't need to.

The one-fingered salute she was greeted with moments after didn't take her by any amount of surprise, nor did his choice of verbal greeting when that came as well. Normally, normally there would have been enthused, raucous laughter and the return of such a salutation without so much as a second thought. At the present moment, however, the witch found herself breathing a small sigh of relief, some of the worry and anxiety bleeding out of her shoulders and upper back as her posture relaxed a bit.

And then she punched him.

Not a playful, teasing swat, no. Fingers curled up into a fist and she drove it right into the Gray Prince's shoulder with an uncharacteristic scowl marring her usually jovial, mischievous features. "You idiot," she hissed, practically growling the words and attempting to maintain the stony look on her face. "You fucking ass! You could've Broken, you could've died."

She didn't blame him of course, she knew the move had been instinctive and on behalf of their shared Queen's safety (had she any significant skill in jewel shielding and if her own set was dark enough to have mattered there wasn't a doubt in her mind she'd have done the same), but that had made her no less fraught with concern and fear for her oldest friend. "Then what? Then what would have Arkadie done? And Cuinn, and Rabin, and Sway, and me? What would I have done if you'd gone and got yourself killed, you prat?!"

Each name dropped, each syllable uttered came with another thwap against Cid's arm - though none nearly as forceful as the initial punch she'd given him - before her hand finally stopped its assault. Moving away from his arm and shoulder, her fingers instead lightly pushed through the Prince's hair, ruffling it unceremoniously several times over, uncaring as to any complaints he might've decided to pose. "You're lucky you lived or I'd have found a way to bring you back and murder you myself."





Offline Sydney Concord

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Re: closing walls and ticking clocks
« Reply #3 on: Oct 10, 18, 12:15:08 AM »
It was telling that there was no skin-tight shield that blocked her blow. There was just Cid, wincing and letting out a sharp breath as Liana solidly connected. The blow made him turn, to curl and grumble. To be without his shields, to be defenseless ... It rankled and hurt and did so in a way that could not be explained with words.

Each successive thwap afterward made him release small grunts. Cid ached too much to stop her. Not that he would have anyway, as this was quite deserved. Cid had failed, in the end, and had nearly lost himself in the process. So her words did not fall upon deaf ears, though they sounded infinitely louder than what she had actually spoken.

He tilted his head to the hand in his hair, eyes still barely cracked open. Whatever she had been expecting, it likely was not this. Cid who looked as wretched as he felt; Cid whose jewels that were worn glinted faintly and distantly; Cid who could not say anything to argue or to otherwise contest what she said.

"M'sorry," he said instead, voice soft. Cid raised his hand to catch Liana's and pull it to his lips. A kiss was brushed across her knuckles, the Prince then pressing it to his cheek so that he could turn his face against it. "I'm sorry, Li. Didn't think at all, just acted and-"

There was a shiver that went through him as he thought back to the moments before he had lost himself to unconsciousness. The feeling of being swept away and then under ... It was one that would never leave him.

"Sorry," he repeated again. It was all he could say, all he could offer because he knew what the cost was. Cid was under no illusions, after all, because of who and what he was. It just made what had nearly happened that much more poignant to him in the aftermath.

Especially with Liana here and like this.






 

 

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