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[frakkincylons]

LONGING a girl with golden hair, bright eyes and a soul like a star	CHILL lighten up a bit. it's only the end of the world.
FREEDOM fight 'em until we can't	CREATION harmony, connection, life, the universe, beyond human

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[frakkincylons]

[ don't you wow him, ms. murder princess ]

( I don't know, what keeps you from being an alcoholic, prophetic robot? )

[ maybe, someday, they'll bleed together inseparably. but even just looking at cathaway and prince, there's still such stark differences, and they'd been in a Brood rather than just the hive together for forty or sixty years. there's an allowance for control on there. ]

( You decide what you are. Maybe you hear us pushing on your mind, sure, but you decide what you let in. ) [ if any of them can do it, he'd think Ilde or Ren could. They seem to have the best handle on this thing. ] ( Ilde, you've walked through hell and made it out the other side already, and you won yourself a family. Do you want to let more hell take that from you? )

[erbier]

[ Her anger flares, a glorious pyre of utterly self-righteous indignation. So very unlike her usual cold distance and careful expressions. It was something easy to feel wrathful towards. Monsters. Demons. She's spent her entire life helpless before them, and now that she has the power to act, she is meant to step aside? If anyone thinks Petre's mind is ugly... they have not seen inside hers. They have not seen the retribution the Godking imposed upon those he deemed witch or demon, heretic or traitor. She would see that demon hanging from his neck, swaying in the breeze, toothless, eyeless. ]

( It is all worthless in compromise. )

[frakkincylons]

[ that is, wow. okay. that's intense. it feels like he's just been gut-punched with the flare of rage that comes from her, the blur of monster and demons and fire and gore. topped out with the lovely visual of petre hanging, toothless and eyeless. the fury is a wall of choking smoke and fire, fueled by a life of torture by the hands of things like these.

it takes a moment for him to reply again, because she's right in that a compromise won't satisfy her. only petre's head, and that's not something sam can give to her. ]

( Ilde, where are you? )

[erbier]

( You think you will soothe me? )

[ She knows the tact, she uses it on everyone around her. Calming rage and sorrow, taking control of people with soft-spoken words and gentle eyes. She won't have it, not now. She will just have to solve this problem herself. ]

( Enough. )

[ Utterly dismissive. ]

[frakkincylons]

( I think you shouldn't be alone right now, no matter if I'm soothing or annoying. )

[ part for what she's feeling and part for what she might do. don't make decisions when you're angry. or when you're too happy, really. both have a big potential to come out bad. moreso the former, but. yeah. ]

( Did you talk to Ren? )

[erbier]

( Send him if you think I cannot be trusted. )

[ Never before has her tone been so snide with him. ]

[frakkincylons]

( For his opinion on it. If you need babysitting, I'll do it my damn self. )

[ He may be an incredibly patient person, but doesn't mean he has to be sweet about it. ]

( We agreed we wouldn't do anything drastic without approval of the rest of the brood, right? Your word's good, isn't it? )

[erbier]

( I've made myself clear. )

[ Which isn't really an answer, now is it. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ no it isn't. but he's thinking that's the best he's likely to get from her. whatever she wanted him to tell her about this, he doesn't have. so-- ]

( As someone in your brood, I'm trusting you to give a damn about us. As someone who cares about you, I think you need to find some calm before you drive yourself nuts with this. That's me being clear. )