OPEN POST 2018

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit



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[bowiser]

[ It was dangerous to be doing this. Even with her supposed body double, she'd be recognized as she was now - and if he were caught with the witch, it would spell disaster for him, as well. Not that he cares much about his life here, at the moment. Their plan needs to work. That's all that matters.

But he can't stop himself - not from meeting with her again, not from stealing her away one more time and bringing her here. He can't stay away from her. Perhaps he should be ashamed as a Hawk Lord to be swayed so completely by one woman - but he feels nothing of the sort. Not now, and not before now, either. All he feels is a quiet resignation to the mission she's given him, at odds with the heat quietly smoldering in his heart while he gazes at her. ]

... I wouldn't know. [ he's not old enough to remember them... ] But... I'll show you next time.

[vermelho]

[ "Next time." ]

All right. That's a promise then.

[ And empty one, given what she knows and hasn't shared. But the idea of leaving some kind of memory, or subconscious drive for him, is kind of nice. Bittersweet, completely. When she really considers it, she'd much rather have the warm comfort of that promise and be able to believe in it.

What sort of life would it be like, outside of this not-quite-life, not-quite-death? Would they be happy? Would there be in-fighting factions, or peace? What kind of people would they be in this new life? ]

I'll have to keep my eyes open. [ She twirls the snowdrop slowly, watching the way it wobbles like the bell it's named after. ] Maybe I wouldn't recognise you if you're holding something other than a snowdrop.

[bowiser]

Then I'll find one.

[ Lugus says it with full confidence - his tone is that of a commander or a king, not a boy in love, all unwavering determination, but that's how he's always been. The same traits that made the villagers respect and fear him make him so clumsy at times like these; he remembers how his men teased him for it when they dragged him to that courtesan. But if it hadn't been for that stupid night...

He looks at the soft angles of her face in profile. Her eyes, as bright and clear as ever, as if nothing is wrong. He wonders what she's really thinking about in this moment - he always found her so hard to read. And he wants to reach out and touch her. Before he can stop himself, he is, the heavy leather of his glove brushing against her cheek and a stray lock of dark hair. ]

[vermelho]

...

[ It's still a bit strange to think about - she's spent so long watching Lugus direct his determination and drive towards his duties and patrols. So seeing his face soften, and to see him reach out and brush his hand so openly and gently against her skin... yes, it's strange. But she doesn't dislike it.

This whole feeling scares her a little, but ultimately it's warm and good. The little leap in her stomach that patters up to her heart, and wanting to hoard that expression close to her heart and keep it there. And to see it again, and again, and--

-- and it's not possible. Not now. So right here and now, it's all the more precious, and she feels herself reaching up to thread and tangle her hand with his. ]

I'm sure I'd recognise you. No matter what the flower is.

[ Liar. ]

[bowiser]

Can I trust those words?

[ even now, he feels like she's hiding things from him - but perhaps he simply feels that way because she's always hidden everything from him. Even so, his gaze doesn't waver. Her fingers slip between his own - slender and delicate, yet capable of wielding a sword as well as any man - and he feels his pulse thrum in his veins. His thoughts from before turn to utter foolishness; how could he possibly feel any shame over his feelings towards her? There's nobody else like her. He's sure he could scour a thousand villages just like this one and never find anyone as bold and clever and strong as her.

Even now, facing death...

It would be nice if he could put those feelings into words. All he does is close his hand around her smaller one, gripping it tightly, gazing at her intently - his eyes full of ardor and uncertainty alike. ]

[vermelho]

[ She still doesn't know how to handle that sort of attention. Until recently, she'd never had it directed at her like this - the people around her had only seen her as a man, and even if they'd known the truth they'd kept the facade going.

It'd been easier to receive and deflect the kind of attention Tee had given her - to Jed, not Eiar - knowing she was admiring something that was only part of her. Lugus' attention had always been very different - even if it had been given to a facade over a facade at first, it had been terrifying. Like someone was seeing straight into the heart of her... and, well. Everything about him was all or nothing, whether it was investigating murders, or trying to get a name from her, a promise they'd see each other again.

It was still overwhelming now. But a little less so, with them standing on similar ground. The biggest secrets were out in the open now. Or, most of them were. ]

I hope so.

[ Most of them. She squeezes his hand slightly. ] It might take a little while, but ... I'll manage it.

[ She really wants to. Even if it's just pretty words and impossible dreams. ]

[bowiser]

[ the answer makes him sigh, his breath turning into a little white cloud. It doesn't feel like enough. Perhaps it isn't that she's hiding anything at all. He has faith in her, of course - they wouldn't be doing any of this if he didn't. But this is bigger than just the two of them. He knows it, she knows it, too; no promise they can make could overturn whatever fate has in store for them. That's how fate works.

He doesn't like it, though. He never has. Lugus is silent for few moments before casting his eyes downward. ]

... You're always slipping through my fingers. Even now.

[ he doesn't want it to happen again, but he's powerless to stop it. He squeezes her hand back, maybe a little tighter than necessary. Why isn't she allowed to stay with him? One night hardly feels like enough. ]

heelies back in here with fingerguns

[vermelho]

[ His hand feels very tight around hers, almost like a weight. Leaden and heavy, trying to keep her down like he's worried she's going to float off into the night. She feels a little like she could -- and she will, in a way. Or maybe... it's more like she'll be sinking into the night. She's under no illusions about that. ]

That's a bit poetic. I'm too solid to slip through anyone's fingers.

[ She knows what he means. But... it's the truth. Which feels deeply unfair -- she wants so many things. For everything to be a dream, for life to be as simple as it was before, even when she was living in fear of people knowing her gender and her secrets. She wants Francisca, from a time when she didn't know everything that Francisca had done or said, or believed. But in that world at that time she couldn't have looked at Lugus and thought of him as anything other than someone separate from her. An enemy, rather than someone she can look at and love.

Here, she can. But it's not something she can keep either.

It's not fair. But it is what it is, and screaming, beating her fists against a wall and crying won't change that. If she was given a choice, she'd have this, just for a moment. Rather than not have it at all. ]

Maybe you're slipping through mine.