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 Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 6:11 am
Lucky continued not to put up much of a fight. The look of fear and betrayal was mellowing out into something more hollow and resigned. She was right to think he was the enemy; if things had been a little bit different, who was to say he wouldn't have known whoever was responsible for attacking her? Who was to say it wouldn't have been him? Maybe it was a mistake reaching out for help when he'd made a few grave mistakes too many. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't even redeem himself. And now he'd dragged her into something she didn't deserve. Her grip released and he crumpled a little more, just as undignified. He felt her hands attempting to undo the 'damage' they'd done to his outfit but her touch only seemed to elicit shame. His initial shock was already fading into a coping mechanism of helplessness. For his own safety, he had to systematically kill off that hope before it could take root. Maebe's hands closed around his neck. He closed his eyes for a moment, and a shaky, breathy sigh escaped him. Tell her what she wants to hear.His eyes opened again and moved upward in a slow, jagged pattern until they met hers. "I promise," he intoned, monotonous. Was it a lie if it was partly the truth? Was it the truth if it was partly a lie? Did it really matter what he told her? His execution waited, like a scythe above his head, for the moment his usefulness came to an abrupt end. It felt uncomfortably close. Even now the mere idea seemed to be corroding any happiness he felt entitled to. "It is not vhat it looks like." His hands twitched momentarily where they lay, but did not act upon the impulse to try and gently pry her fingers away "I should go," he repeated again, much less urgently, almost a whisper. It was almost refreshing that the hands wrapped around his neck weren't just metaphorical today.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 6:29 am
That was exactly what she wanted to hear. Maebe let out a sigh of relief, followed by a sharper sigh of disinterest. "Yeah, well, I knew that." She lied. "I mean, come on. Who would ever believe you're part of a secret organization that's going around killing us off. You couldn't hurt a fly." In her voice, it was obvious she was trying to convince herself of it as much as anything. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe anything he said. Men never told the truth, and they never meant the things they said - but she wanted to believe she could trust Lucky, the way she trusted Shiloh to always be honest. She believed him, because it hurt not to. "That still doesn't explain why you've got their cutie mark on your hand. But," She pressed two fingers against her lips, even as he started to try and convince her (and himself) that it was time to leave. "You don't have to explain that one to me. I'm sure there's some tragic backstory that I don't really care about. All I do care about is that you're not secretly trying to kill off all the Hunters. I mean, I don't want to wake up one morning after vigorously riding you into oblivion just to find a knife in my back." Her grin showed, full of teeth, and her head tilted to one side. "Right? Right." She wanted to tell him to forget that the conversation happened, but she knew neither of them ever could. So she tugged him back down to sit, and rested her head on her knees. "I wouldn't mind knowing what these vigilante assholes are using as a team spirit motto, though. I mean, why even do it? Is it just revenge, or is it just more secrets? Like, if we keep working the world will blow up, or some s**t." She stared up at the sky suspiciously. "If that's it, then I quit."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 3:01 am
Even when Maebe finally eased off, Lucky stayed wound up and wide-eyed. He didn't look reassured that she had expected that answer. If anything, he was now mentally fortifying himself for whatever constituted the next 'test'. When she smiled at him, he mirrored it back uncomfortably. He was back to being at a loss for words. No matter how badly he wanted to leave, though, it didn't seem possible without being mutually agreed upon. One sharp tug on his sleeve and he meekly sat back down as though he'd never meant to get up in the first place. Mimsy had him pretty well trained. For whatever reason, she still wanted him around. She forgave him, because she couldn't even imagine what he was capable of. He couldn't tell her. He didn't particularly ever want to tell anyone what he was doing now. So he let her continue to do the talking, and the assuming, and lightly nodded where applicable. It took a few seconds for Maebe's euphemism to translate, and when it did he pulled his knees close and buried his face in them before she could see too much of the red burn of embarrassment cross his face again. "Don't have to vorry about that," he mumbled vaguely into the denim. He couldn't help but feel unsure of himself. Several times in the same conversation and he still couldn't manage to just play along. But that's all it probably was to Maebe. A joke. "Being a Hunter does not mean someone is a good person," he warned, picking his head up just enough for his quiet words to be understood. "But... fighting against us does not either."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 3:17 am
Lucky disappeared behind the safety of his own body, and she stared at his knees, reaching up to touch them one by one. She imagined his spirit animal was a turtle, and that made her smile. Her hand snapped back when he lifted his head, as did her expression. But what he said had her pursing her lips and raising a single eyebrow. "Well, obviously. I don't think they bring a lot of good people in here. Present company excluded, of course." She patted his head for good measure. "But there's a difference between a bad person, and a homicidal one. If there's someone here who wants to kill like, human beings, I have a real problem with that." Her head dipped in, until she could rest her chin on his knee. "I like being alive, you know. I'm just trying to keep it that way. I don't care what Deus did to piss these guys off, but I'd like to stay out of the line of fire. And more importantly, I'd like to make sure the line of fire isn't the entire island." Her hand reached up again, idly brushing a single finger in infinity symbols on his cheek. "So I think. I want to find things out. I think I'm going to try, at least. Wouldn't you?" The finger stopped, when she realized what she was doing. Her skin flushed with color - for the first time in a long time. "Sorry. If you're like, one of those people who hate being touched, you should let me know now. I can be pretty handsy. Or lipsy. Everythingsy, really." She was legitimately worried about the sanctity of her own life, right now. Flirting with Lucky took a back seat - even if it did creep up on her every so often. She hated that kind of flirting - the kind she wasn't in control of. It was the worst kind. She had a million questions for him, but suddenly none of them were about the O Hunters, and that had her biting her tongue. It could wait. This was a matter of life or death, now. Hers, specifically. And other people too, maybe; but mostly hers. "What would you do, if you were me?"
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