["totes"? yeah, okay, sure. she reaches out for it and barely holds back a mid-air stumble as he pulls it away.]
Ha ha, real funny. For real.
Ha ha, real funny. For real.
Yeah, actually!
[she doesn't seem especially amused by these antics, insofar as she's amused by anything. there's a tugging at her chest, inside her body, and she's just distracted enough by Kurt's bullshit to ignore how the warmth that's been radiating through her is originating from her dominant hand now.]
What are you, five? Give me my fucking sword back!
[she doesn't seem especially amused by these antics, insofar as she's amused by anything. there's a tugging at her chest, inside her body, and she's just distracted enough by Kurt's bullshit to ignore how the warmth that's been radiating through her is originating from her dominant hand now.]
What are you, five? Give me my fucking sword back!
[Shit. His other hand moves to grip at the back of his marked one, less to hide the mark and more out of an instinctive desire to try to stop it.]
Don't tell me it's some kind of timer...?!
[But his muttered words do little in the face of the forest itself. Those words continue to surround them, seemingly growing louder...]
Don't tell me it's some kind of timer...?!
[But his muttered words do little in the face of the forest itself. Those words continue to surround them, seemingly growing louder...]
[this is fucking stupid. even as she realizes what he's doing, because he's not being the slightest bit subtle about it, she feels the fire spread to her fingertips, then jump from her body into the sword, and suddenly all the warmth and the swagger and the confidence leaves her, and she's just. hovering there, in midair.]
[it takes her a second to realize that the spirit is gone. her wings aren't gone yet, but. she doesn't feel... right, right now. her eyes meet his, and she's trying very, very hard not to give him an emotion to read.]
...Why did you do that.
[it takes her a second to realize that the spirit is gone. her wings aren't gone yet, but. she doesn't feel... right, right now. her eyes meet his, and she's trying very, very hard not to give him an emotion to read.]
...Why did you do that.
[Anna lands.]
[she can't really think of the right words to say. her feet feel strange on the ground.]
I'm not going to hurt you. I don't want to. [her wings fold up behind her.] You tricked me into getting rid of it.
[she can't really think of the right words to say. her feet feel strange on the ground.]
I'm not going to hurt you. I don't want to. [her wings fold up behind her.] You tricked me into getting rid of it.
Yeah, well. It was part of me. So you tricked both of us.
[she looks down at her sword. is Kurt even going to let her touch it? what if the spirit jumps back into her? she'll bounce back from this, but right now she's... this isn't how it was supposed to go.]
Congratulations. You happy now? Now that there's no more mean, nasty fire spirit inside of little ol' defenseless Anna?
[she looks down at her sword. is Kurt even going to let her touch it? what if the spirit jumps back into her? she'll bounce back from this, but right now she's... this isn't how it was supposed to go.]
Congratulations. You happy now? Now that there's no more mean, nasty fire spirit inside of little ol' defenseless Anna?
...Are you okay?
[Lily was going to say more but the goes blank and stares at him.]
Fang...saved me too.
[Lily was going to say more but the goes blank and stares at him.]
Fang...saved me too.
It's... [she pinches the bridge of her nose. at least Kurt being a moron is keeping her mind off this.] It's called sarcasm. It's a thing I do? All the time?
[maybe it's for the best. it's defused her desire to be a depressed sack of shit for the moment.]
It wasn't hurting me. You have a lot of fucking gall if you think you can tell me what I get to do with myself.
[maybe it's for the best. it's defused her desire to be a depressed sack of shit for the moment.]
It wasn't hurting me. You have a lot of fucking gall if you think you can tell me what I get to do with myself.
No shit.
[His voice remains flat, but inwardly, he's on the verge of panic as well. Curses are such a completely foreign idea - this isn't like some illness, something that there's a knowable cure for.
"Go into the forest," they said. Fat lot of help that was. How were they supposed to break a curse with barely any information like that...?
He grimaces as another whisper floats on the air - "Why didn't you try? You could have found them all by now..."]
Hey. Are those whispers giving you any clues?
[There's got to be something, some sort of rhyme or reason to all of this... But what?]
[His voice remains flat, but inwardly, he's on the verge of panic as well. Curses are such a completely foreign idea - this isn't like some illness, something that there's a knowable cure for.
"Go into the forest," they said. Fat lot of help that was. How were they supposed to break a curse with barely any information like that...?
He grimaces as another whisper floats on the air - "Why didn't you try? You could have found them all by now..."]
Hey. Are those whispers giving you any clues?
[There's got to be something, some sort of rhyme or reason to all of this... But what?]
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't.
[she can't give a good answer. it was pulling her in certain directions, guiding her towards being looser with her words and emotions, but it's hard to tell whether it was making her do those things. and she doesn't want to think about it.]
You don't get to decide. Not unless you actually knew what was going on. Did you talk to anyone back at the hearths, or did you just decide you were going to do the "right thing"?
[she can't give a good answer. it was pulling her in certain directions, guiding her towards being looser with her words and emotions, but it's hard to tell whether it was making her do those things. and she doesn't want to think about it.]
You don't get to decide. Not unless you actually knew what was going on. Did you talk to anyone back at the hearths, or did you just decide you were going to do the "right thing"?
No, it doesn't hurt.
[...she still didn't know what happened to her clothes, but that was not something she was going to mention to her son.]
You're handling this well, Kurt.
[No shouting (except the initial one), no running around in frightened circles.]
[...she still didn't know what happened to her clothes, but that was not something she was going to mention to her son.]
You're handling this well, Kurt.
[No shouting (except the initial one), no running around in frightened circles.]
[She looks at him really confused for a moment.]
...Someone I knew...?
...Someone I knew...?
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