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After a few moments, she pulled her hand away from the cut, now observing it. "It....Looks shallow, at least. You won't need stitches." She moved her hand to his shoulder. "Are you okay emotionally, though?" Dumb question to ask, of course he wasn't. Idiot.

2015-09-06 01:50:31

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No more stitches. Okay. Those didn't sound like they'd be fun to have on my face. My heart was still racing, and I reached up to wipe tears from the side that wasn't bleeding. Then she asked me a question. .......emotionally? I......I didn't ever remember being asked that. People were always freaking out about me being physically hurt. And with Tassek acting the way he did, I'd started to think....my emotional health counted for just as little as the rest of me. Which it likely did. But she was worried about that....? "..I...I don't know," I mumbled. I was still terrified out of my wits, but when /wasn't/ that the case? I didn't know if this was worse or better than when she'd just tortured me verbally. Probably worse. Now the damage was visible and other people had to deal with it too.

2015-09-06 02:07:29

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"..." She stared at him for a moment before reaching down and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She couldn't protect him completely, but at least she could do this. This, she certainly could do.

2015-09-06 02:12:59

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What -- ....what is she doing? "........d-dear?..." Protect me? From myself, or from Calypso...?

2015-09-06 02:19:45

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She looked at him. "...Yes?"

2015-09-06 02:20:37

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Oh. I'd called her 'dear'. ...stupid Seculus, you aren't even that close to her, not like Terezi or Anndrea. Calling random people that is just as bad as calling Tassek darling. He's definitely not darling to me anymore, though. "...why are you...are you okay?" Maybe she was the one who needed a hug.

2015-09-06 02:37:48

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....Oh. Well. She never...really thought about that. Ever. She was always so busy thinking about others, that she never once considered herself. "...Yes. I am fine." Probably a lie, but that didn't really matter at the moment.

2015-09-06 02:40:19

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Probably a lie. ....no, I'm NOT doing that again. It's mean, and terrible, and.....just no. Maybe I could try to do something later. But if I started responding to her thoughts like actual speech again, it would make me even more annoying to deal with. So, I pretended to take her word for it for now. I didn't respond, but my expression grew slightly frustrated as I grew equally frustrated with myself. My grip on my sleeves loosened as I realized Calypso really /wasn't/ going to come bursting into the room at any second.

2015-09-06 02:47:56

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For now, she took the bait, and after a few moments, pulled away from him. "...Better?" She asked him giving him a reassuring smile that no one was going to hurt him here.

2015-09-06 02:51:20

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No. "....yes, I think so." But thank you for trying. I smiled sadly back and slowly pushed myself to my feet. As I did, I noticed something glint just under the corner of the couch. ...what was that? I returned to the floor, reached under hesitantly, and picked it up. When I saw what it was, I began laughing hysterically, probably sounding a bit, well, a lot insane.....but I had it! I HAVE IT!

2015-09-06 02:55:54

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Immediately Ivory raised her eyebrows in concern. "...What is it?" Of course, not once did she think that Seculus was crazy. This was well...Ivory. The one who /is/ crazy.

2015-09-06 02:58:55

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I held up Calypso's knife like the sword Excalibur in both hands, a mad grin forming on my face. "I got it! I actually pulled it out!! WHO'S THE DANGEROUS ONE NOW, BITCH?!"

2015-09-06 03:03:31

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Ivory let out at laugh. Then looked at the knife. "Well then. I didn't expect that, but that looks extremely old." She held out her hand. "May I?"

2015-09-06 03:05:56

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I lowered it and held the handle out to her. The blade bit into my fingers a bit, but I didn't care. "By all means."

2015-09-06 03:07:57

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She took the handle into her hands, and looked over it carefully. She ran her fingers lightly across the blade, making sure not to slice open her fingers. That'd be something to explain. "...Fuck me if I'm wrong, but it looks like it's from the renaissance era."

2015-09-06 03:13:04

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"The Renaissance? Wow, I knew she was old, but that's ridiculous... So she brought that with her from her last life?"

2015-09-06 03:18:19

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"Mhmm. Well, if you think she's old." She handed back the knife. "You might die from a heart attack if you heard how old Lance is."

2015-09-06 03:19:57

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".....well, his wings /are/ enormous. How old is he?"

2015-09-06 03:22:07

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"In July, he will be turning One thousand four hundred and ninety three years old." She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

2015-09-06 03:22:57

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I stared at her. "........oh," I said shakily. The prospect of such a long lifetime was terrifying. Did he get lonely? As he watched people live and die around him while he never aged?

2015-09-06 03:27:23

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"Yeah, I didn't believe it at first myself, and then I started seeing his memories first hand. He didn't become a vampire until the early 1800's, though."

2015-09-06 03:30:15

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".....why, though? Was that really necessary....?"

2015-09-06 03:31:28

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"The person he was protecting wanted a bond with him, so he let her turn him."

2015-09-06 03:32:21

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"......and......where is she?" Or was that too nosy?

2015-09-06 03:33:29

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"Dead."

2015-09-06 03:33:44