It's been attempted. Poorly, but attempted. Been a while though.
[ probably because they got wise to her being an accomplished mage. moreover: she was too well-connected. too entrenched in the community; so many owed her a favor or knew someone who owed her a favor. anyone who tried to carry her off would find an entire swathe of Dock Town blocking their way.
the thought warms her as much as it sobers her–those same people are suffering at the hands of the Venatori.
she pulls herself away from that dark path and leaves her note, packs up her meager belongings, and gratefully accepts the cloak that Lucanis drapes over her shoulders. it's a practical thing, being a darker color that didn't stand out like her standard whites and teals. the only problem with it, really, is that she has to stop herself from turning her nose towards the stiff collar. is she so sleep deprived and touch starved that she's dreamily inhaling the scent of Lucanis' cologne that sticks to the fabric? no. maybe.
well, okay, yeah.
it's much of what occupies her thoughts, alongside the steady warmth of his hand in hers, as they wind their way through the convoluted streets of Dock Town. she's called upon to get them past a few sticky parts, but otherwise their journey is fairly undisturbed.
as soon as they step through the eluvian and breathe the strange magic-laden air of the Fade, some of her tension lowers. more sloughs off when they cross the rippling silver of Treviso's eluvian and onto the sturdy dark stained wood of the Diamond's upper floor. there's a jab of envy, resentment, that this place is intact while her home isn't. but then guilt from the thought sweeps it away, leaving her chewing her lower lip while Lucanis sneaks them through the Diamond, clearly intent on avoiding being spotted by his fellow Crows.
once they both head into the suite (a whole suite, she marvels), the silence that follows the closing door is a balm that slides across her senses. and then suddenly, she acutely feels every hour she hasn't slept.
undoing her borrowed cloak (with a touch of reluctance, the same feeling she has when she lets go of his hand again), she perches on the all-too-plush bed, stretching her legs in front of her. ]
I think...I need to garner some strength before I end up accidentally drowning in a hot tub. [ brightening a bit, she shoots him a teasing smile. ] Unless you're playing lifeguard.
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Date: 2025-02-05 02:43 am (UTC)[ probably because they got wise to her being an accomplished mage. moreover: she was too well-connected. too entrenched in the community; so many owed her a favor or knew someone who owed her a favor. anyone who tried to carry her off would find an entire swathe of Dock Town blocking their way.
the thought warms her as much as it sobers her–those same people are suffering at the hands of the Venatori.
she pulls herself away from that dark path and leaves her note, packs up her meager belongings, and gratefully accepts the cloak that Lucanis drapes over her shoulders. it's a practical thing, being a darker color that didn't stand out like her standard whites and teals. the only problem with it, really, is that she has to stop herself from turning her nose towards the stiff collar. is she so sleep deprived and touch starved that she's dreamily inhaling the scent of Lucanis' cologne that sticks to the fabric? no. maybe.
well, okay, yeah.
it's much of what occupies her thoughts, alongside the steady warmth of his hand in hers, as they wind their way through the convoluted streets of Dock Town. she's called upon to get them past a few sticky parts, but otherwise their journey is fairly undisturbed.
as soon as they step through the eluvian and breathe the strange magic-laden air of the Fade, some of her tension lowers. more sloughs off when they cross the rippling silver of Treviso's eluvian and onto the sturdy dark stained wood of the Diamond's upper floor. there's a jab of envy, resentment, that this place is intact while her home isn't. but then guilt from the thought sweeps it away, leaving her chewing her lower lip while Lucanis sneaks them through the Diamond, clearly intent on avoiding being spotted by his fellow Crows.
once they both head into the suite (a whole suite, she marvels), the silence that follows the closing door is a balm that slides across her senses. and then suddenly, she acutely feels every hour she hasn't slept.
undoing her borrowed cloak (with a touch of reluctance, the same feeling she has when she lets go of his hand again), she perches on the all-too-plush bed, stretching her legs in front of her. ]
I think...I need to garner some strength before I end up accidentally drowning in a hot tub. [ brightening a bit, she shoots him a teasing smile. ] Unless you're playing lifeguard.