EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

"Your collar."

Re: wreckers

[decider]

What?

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

"I'd let you have free rein of my heart, as yourself."

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[decider]

[harshly]

Don't be a fool. You're the only one who's seen those memories.

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[aprettygirl]

"The others are...elsewhere."

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[decider]

[impatiently]

I don't care where they are.

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[aprettygirl]

"Then?"

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[decider]

[vibrating with constrained tension, his voice trailing off in a venemous hiss]

You know!

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[aprettygirl]

"I do know."

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[decider]

[laughing, more than a hint of something crackling and unnatural under it]

Do you, then.

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

"Do you think I would offer this selflessly and uselessly? I am not built for that."

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[decider]

Pragmatically?

[there's an unexpected vein of bitterness there, razor sharp]

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[aprettygirl]

"Selfishly."

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[decider]

[flexes his claws so harshly on the rock that they splinter.]

...

Do what you will.

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

She reaches down, and looses his collar in a stroke.

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[decider]

[stays still for a moment, still in cat-shape, staring down at the water. the collar fades in Eve's hand and is gone.]

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[decider]

[...then he shivers, and the cat-shape seems to glow, the light concentrated on it brighter than around him— growing brighter still—]

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[decider]

[then it disappears entirely, and there's only the echo of a mocking, crackling laugh in its place. Mogget's not readily visible for the moment.]

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[aprettygirl]

Pragmatism frowns a little, looking around the cave.

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[decider]

[the water is still glinting with a million rainbow reflections.

in some places — quite a few, actually — it may be starting to steam.]

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[aprettygirl]

She sits on the rock and folds her arms.

...Pragmatism is not really exciting quarry, okay.

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[decider]

[that's okay. lines of white fire lash together underneath the water, setting it to boiling in earnest. one of them snakes out lightning-quick and grabs her by the ankle, dragging her towards the mess.]

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

She hisses and digs her heels in -- the floor of the pool, for her, seems to act like an actual floor.

The lattice of flesh on the ship is visibly writhing.

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[yanks harder, searing her ankle; it's stronger than the pull of a man, horribly unnatural]

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[aprettygirl]

Eve's also stronger, but she's being dragged inch by inch, baring her teeth . . . she spares a hand to slash at that tether with a previously concealed knife.*