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Summoner.

[Don't expect a reply for a while before he finally pushes himself to do it.]

Yeah...

[Don't worry. She's struggling just as much to find her words, a rare thing]

You don't sound surprised that I'm here. Have you just been avoiding me then?

Yeah...

[Because was lying to her ever really an option?]

I thought I taught you better then to be a coward.

Not really uh, really about being a coward, actually... [A small sigh.]

So what the Expatriate said isn't true? And you're just avoiding me for another reason beyond cowardice.

Depends on what he said, Legs. [Another breath, trying to calm himself down, though now he's worried about staying in one place... maybe he should be up and moving while they speak?]

That you had fallen red for yet another blue traitor. One who isn't me. [Oh she's already pacing, her nerves already on edge]

Yeah well-

[Breath.]

[Yeah he's gonna start heading somewhere else.]

He'd be right.

[There's just a minute of silence from her, Mindfang tempted to just crush the little communicator, as if that will somehow take those words back and he'll admit a lie.]

[And then she laughs, bitterly] Well you move on quick. Was I even cool before you started looking for another?

Quick... ah hah... [His brows furrow.] I showed up here, uh, before you and I ever made the plunge, met him before it. Then I left for a bit... came back here sweeps after we ended. [Shakes his head.] Fang, shit- don't, it wasn't like that, and y-you know it.

I died for you. [Her voice is cold, near icy] I could have crushed you if I choose to, or at least taken you with me. Or I could have sold you out and ensured that I would live without chase. But inst- [That was not a choke on her words at all.] Instead. I let you put a fucking blade through my heart.

What did he ever do besides run like a coward because he couldn't kill a pretty face.

Fang- [He starts, but lets her finish, shaking his head a little, feeling a chill run through him as he grits his teeth.] You know why I did it, you always knew...

Ah- and yeah, you didn't, that's how things went- [A breath.]

That's partially why I fell for him, Legs, you should know him well enough to know why someone would- would feel that way for him. He's a mess. [Mess in a good way... pity's weird.]

I did. [More silence on her end.] And yet I didn't run. Perhaps I was a fool.

And then I woke up here, the faintest taste of my own blood still in my mouth. [And that had been horrible, even more to find out he had moved on. Perhaps if she had had more time it would be easier, but it was always going to be seconds between dying and finding out for her]

He's disgusting. [Scorn in her voice] If I had know what he would do I would have left him to die. I have never felt pity for that confused traitor.

Perhaps? So everything till then wasn't worth it I guess. [Said with a small bite to it, but is in part a question, did she really think that?]

...You just died before this? [Fuck.]

No, he's, he's not, Tink's a pretty gorgeous guy, in and out, he's got his issues, but we all do. [Another sigh.] Yeah, well, I did, and do, be a lie if I told you otherwise, kinda pointless if you ask me...

That's not what I said you dumbass. I could have taken off before it happened and yet for some reason I thought death would be nicer then being without you.

Well I know I'm amazing but it seems even I can't live through a knife in the chest. [Another bitter laugh] Someone should have told the Neophyte, maybe she would have aimed for that over my arm.

How. [How could you feel that way for him. How could you do that to her. How could you find something like that with another when she had centuries and nothing truly compared.]

I doubt she was aiming for death, Fang, if she chose and arm.

I- I don't know, damn, Fang! How could I fall for a pirate that's kept slaves? I still did. Same with this. [He knows, he knows, damnit, and he feels terrible. Part of him died with her, would always be with her, he's been trying to mend that part of his heart back slowly...]

I know what she intended, sweet, I lived it.

That story of my life was over before you even crawled out of the Mother Grub. He was still cowering in a cave last I saw. [She's so angry, so frustrated. The old impulse to destroy things comes to mind and it takes all her will not to destroy the communicator. She can even feel the touch of tears of frustration in her eyes. At least. She hopes they're frustration.]

Lysunder...

I know, he, he told me, he's told me a lot. We've had a good amount of time to get to know eachother, in my youth before you and I, and after when I barely had a thing left but my war, and he's waited and cared about me a lot and I- [Pauses, hearing his name. There's more silence before he stops moving and just stares down at his communicator in his hand.]

Yeah...

Did he tell you all the things he did once upon a time. Or was it just horrible stories about my life. He was one of Her little executors, and he would have continued that way had her pretty face not stopped him.

[Silence] You say it as if I never waited. I waited for your, for years. I waited, knowing what would happen, but needing to see who you would be. I would have kept waiting had I been able to.

...call me by name Lys. Not Fang. Not Legs. At least give me that instead of the impersonal names.

Yes, he did, with enough pushing. Just as you told me of yours, how you manipulated people, killed Redglare by forcing those near my caste, enslaved others, murdered without thought. Yes, I know, you still don't... don't understand remorse, do you? [A sigh.]

I know, and after it all, I loved you, we were together, but when I arrived here I didn't know all that, the rebellion had, it had barely started. There was no w-waiting, I wasn't even aware to- [A hitch, hearing that.]

Marquise- [Winces.] We were together, and before what happened, we were golden but- [Shakes his head, not knowing the words to follow with.]

Edited 2013-01-24 01:35 (UTC)

What can regrets do but keep me from sleep. I cannot go back and repair what I was done for many. But I stopped. I haven't stepped into the mind of another for years, not even those I'd consider enemies. And I did that for you.

So by someone ridiculous twist of fate he has taken my place? [There's a sharp crack in her voice, one she can't hide] I loved you, truly, I did so much for you. And now with a second chance to be had I will have to spend it without you?

Not Marquise. [She practically snarls the title.] You know my name, at least have the decency to use it as you push your knife a little deeper.

Yes, and Darkleer's learning to do that same, he's just, he's not you, Spinneret. -No! No... he hasn't taken your place. I-[A frantic sigh, sliding a hand through his hair.]

I loved you too, and you don't- [Grits his teeth.] There isn't a second chance. You died, and- and I prepared myself to live with that fact. I knew killing you would mean I couldn't have you ever again, there's no second chances after that, Spinneret, I, I don't think I could handle that, and it took sweeps to deal with it. I was ready to never be w-with anyone else again, and then I came back here, here where I, where he and I had something, and I still felt that way. You being alive is already something I never thought I could handle again, and I, I really don't know what to say about it anymore.

I loved you so much- and I, I still love you, but that's- that's heavier than I can stand.

Edited 2013-01-24 01:52 (UTC)

Of course he's not me. He could never be me and he never will be. [She's more then half blind by now, her good eye blurred with tears she won't let herself shed. She didn't cry in death she won't cry now.]

Yes, there is. I'm here again, I breath I walk I talk. I'm alive and so are you and we could try again. My fate has come and gone and we could get it all back my darling, why can't you see that? I still want you I still love you and you love me. It'll hurt more, won't it, to be so close and yet unable to touch each other when we know we could. We could. You just need to take that leap to me and we can have it all again, without the pain of death and heartbreak.

[There's another soft choke as she tries to control herself with little success] I love you so much, my sweet, my Lysunder... come back to me and let me hold you up again...

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