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 Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:57 am
Sometimes Lattice was okay and she could contain herself just long enough to not want to suddenly run for the hills but other times there was a moment where she'd panic. Like right now. She wasn't used to emotions that she was currently dealing with and somehow Petro had managed to drag them out of her and make them known to her. The issue wasn't that she cared for the boil. It was the fact that it felt dangerous to love him. It felt dangerous to want to be with him at all times.
It was the teachings of the Elder at work deep within Lattice's core.
The Engraver quietly went through her inks trying not to tremble too much. If she trembled too much then she would spill everything. This was better than the pacing she was doing just a few moments ago but not by much.
"I should...No...No I shouldn't. I need to ... just stay quiet and it will pass..." Lattice murmured under her breath. The fear would go away and leave only the love, right? All the care and devotion she felt would stay put but the fear needed to leave. Thanks.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:55 am
It wasn't often that Needle ventured into her growing closet, and rarer still for her to actively try things on for no reason whatsoever. Usually when she went into this closet she was looking for the newest thing to wear out with her boilfriend, not for herself. Muka often bought her clothes when he could get away with it, and that along with a growing number of jewelry gave her numerous options when it came to dressing up, and today that was all she felt like doing. Trying things on for no reason than sheer want on her part.
The clothes were lovely, absolutely lovely, but she never dared to get too attached or enjoy them too much; their giver was all the risk she could manage, until today.
It took her a little bit, but she had created her first outfit on her own, from various pieces that had been given to her over the months she had been dating her Gentlemonster: a knee length dress, belted at the small of her waist with an open neck and a long, draping necklace with some of Muka's feathers at the end, complete with a small heeled pair of formal boots.
She felt both pretty and bad at the same time; the thrill of doing something frowned upon mixed with the pleasure of feeling good about yourself; an odd combination, but she was throughly enjoying it. The sort of enjoyment she wanted to share with her Sister! Her heels clicked on the floor as she moved to the doors that joined their living quarters, opening it quietly just in time to hear her dear Lattice mutter something.
Needle's hearing, like every Engraver's, was impeccible. Even moreso when her sister was involved. She heard what had been muttered, and instantly her eager zeal to share was replaced by loving concern. "What will pass, Sister? Is something the matter?" She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her; Lattice wasn't going to escape this encounter, not that her twin had ever actively tried.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:01 am
This time, however, a small part of her was tempted to turn transparent and to sink through the floor and fly away. It was something Lattice rarely did despite being of the Ghost species. She still sat there her finger frozen over a vial of precious ink and finally she folded her hands over her lap.
She wanted to lie and say it was nothing. The lie refused to bubble up past her lips.
"It is something to do with a boil," she said somewhat evasively. A bit of color touched her face though she technically had no blood of her own to create it. It was the illusion of blushing more than anything.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:24 am
The tension wasn't one she was used to, and it only served to confuse Needle even further. The ghoul drifted closer to the frozen form of her sister, leaving her boots at the door and her feet transparent, until she reached her sibling. There she sat beside her on her knees, close as always and just there.
"A boil?" She parroted at first, half excited and half concerned; did this mean Lattice was in love? Scorned, perhaps? Or...was a boil taking advantage of her...? The latter made her ectoplasm boil, but she recalled her training and reserved judgements, quieting the recently gossipy mind of hers to listen completely to what Lattice had to say.
"What do you mean, it involves a boil? What will pass? Is a boil bullying you? I will make them see their own entrails!" Despite her best efforts, Needle's voice got heated, protectively angry.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:31 am
The tone in her Twin's voice served to comfort her in an odd fashion. She reached up and placed a trembling hand on Needle's cheek as if to soothe her, "No one is bullying me. Especially not this boil. Petro would probably end himself before he would dare to bully either of us," she responded and then paused.
Oh dear. She used names. Lattice supposed there was no backpedaling on this matter now that the name spilled out of her. Truly Sisters were a blessing and a curse.
She cleared her throat a little bit, "R..Remember when Petro left for a while?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 2:57 pm
The name was the only thing to make Needle relax. She was afraid that Lattice was being sweet or protective of her antagonist, but if Petro was the cause of her worries, it was clearly not for bullying or general ill-intentions. The Tikbalang was a gentlemonster, after all! But if it wasn't intentional malice making her sister so tense, then...perhaps it was something to do with that annoying thing called feelings? Did he accidentally break hers, without realizing it?
"...Yes...?" Needle replied slowly, almost hesitantly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 3:04 pm
Lattice had begun to turn about a small closed vial of ink within her stained fingertips staring down at it, "And...He didn't come back to see us right away and it upset me so much especially since I started to hear terrible things about a Hunters and weapons..."
"When he finally appeared at my door I hugged him and he apologized and..." Her voice got quieter and quieter.
"We kissed..." this was no real dangerous thing since Lattice often used kisses on the cheek (and sometimes on the lips) as a form of affection since she could not hug others. At this point Lattice was practically whispering. "On the lips and usually this is alright but it seemed different and..and...He asked if he could stay by my side if the Clan would have him and..."
The next set of words were almost heresy in her world, "I...I told him if not then...He and I would just go make our own clan and..Oh what did I do..!?" Her voice suddenly rose many octaves toward the end. Quite a shock.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 3:19 pm
Needle listened, and for as much as she loved Petro, she was ready to hunt him down to introduce him to his spleen if the need arose. The way the story began was not promising, and her inner threats were amended to 'if Petro is still here I will introduce him to his spleen if he hurt my Sister'. Her emotions slipped as the story continued, less vindictive and more and more confused. This...didn't sound bad at all? Petro was back, she had hugged him, there had been apologies...what was wrong? The ghoul listened as patiently as she could until the pieces started to fall in place.
Her small frown turned very slowly into a smile, and her still posture became more fidgety and wiggling. Lattice had barely finished when Needle gave a happy (for an Engraver) cry.
"Ah! This is fantastic news!" Her stained hands were clasped together in adoration, her cheek pressed against her own cold hands. "Oh who cares about our Clan! You are in love!" It was a small cheer she the ghoul grabbed her sisters hands, giving them a squeeze in lieu of a hug, leaning in to kiss her fretting twin's temple as if it would soothe all her worries.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 3:26 pm
"In love?" Her voice had a high (yet somehow monotone) squeak to it as Needle brought it up. She was quashing it but nurturing it at the same time but to have someone just blatantly say it like that. As if this was a simple and pure fact...
Lattice shook her head a little, "But I can't. We shouldn't...What if the Elder...The Elder will be so cross..."
The kiss on the temple and the squeeze of hands did little to soothe her nerves just then. "She'll find a way to make them go away. You know she will...Petro said he'd fight and I told him that I would fight it as well but it is so much easier to say...What if I falter and disappoint him and..."
At this point she was falling apart now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 4:34 pm
Needle nodded excitedly when Lattice repeated what she had said. The eventual (and expected) words of refusal were heard but not listened to, and Needle was more than happy to pretend their fate wasn't as bad as it really was. Even if she did feel a painful pang in her chest when she recognized that them meant both Petro and Muka. She didn't want Muka to go away. Not now, not ever.
"Screw the Elder, as our classmates would say!" She seemed happy enough, even being faced with the very real possibility that Muka would be forced out of her life. It clicked that Lattice was unhappy, and another second more to realize that this was actually upsetting her; Needle's demeanour seemed to change at the drop of a hat, and the hands she had clasped happily were now held softly, a little kiss pressed against the stained knuckles.
"You have never been once to mince words, dear Sister. If you said such things, you meant them. They are not just words. I do not think there is a single thing you can do to disappoint Petro, so long as you are being yourself. Just as I am certain he can not disappoint you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 4:47 pm
She calmed down enough to at least carefully let her Sister talk and make her points. There was that sort of quiet click inside her mind as it oddly fell in place. Behind her mask there was a furrow of her brow as she said softly, "I just...I never thought I'd even consider this path. Not for anyone, except for maybe you and a handful of others that are dear to me. With Petro there just was simply no question...No real hesitation...The words tumbled out and I could not stop them."
Screw the Elder indeed.
Lattice let out a small sound, "Certainly we could ... 'Screw the Elder' but she has a nasty habit of screwing us back."
Way to use new lingo, Lattice.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 5:09 pm
"I will admit, I am surprised by this turn of events, but I could not be happier for you! Petro is a Gentlemonster and a devoted Protector." The ghoul nodded, pleased by the story she had been allowed to understand. The sobering realization that the Elder would in fact screw them both over was enough to make the pleasant feelings flee, leaving behind the cold fright of fate.
"You already know my stance on going home, Lattice." Needle said softly, knowing she had made herself quite clear the day she admitted to her Sister that she had feelings for her boilfriend. She had her opinions, and she already had an idea of what her future had in store for her, but for now she kept it to herself. As boastful as she was when it came to wanting to break ties, she knew there would always be something that could make her change her mind.
"But I will never do something that would leave you vulnerable. I could not run away if you chose to stay. My feelings for Muka aside, you are the most important thing in my life, my one constant in my life, and I can never just abandon you selfishly. I know this is fresh in your mind, but...I believe, now that time is against us and our time here is threatening to close, we need to think about our futures now." Needle had shifted to face her sister, still holding her hands though they had since lowered to rest in the little nook between their knees.
"We have an important decision to make, and it is not one we can make lightly, I do understand this. No matter which we choose, we will lose something...and we must be able to live with the choice we will make, one way or another."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 5:31 pm
Lattice was beyond surprised at the turn of events. She was borderline terrified of them right now. She offered her Twin a small unseen smile and let out a small affirmative sound of agreement. Yes. Petro was a good boil. There was a reason Lattice was so fond of him.
There was another soft tone of affirmative tone as Needle reminded her of her stance about going home. As much as it worried her she wouldn't try to work to change Needle's mind and shamefully a part of Lattice hoped the other ghoul would grow out of this 'not going home' phase. So far it didn't look like it.
Now Lattice didn't want to go home for fear of losing Petro and everyone else. Was this a contagious thing?
"I want...I want you to be happy. I want to be...With you and Ulmuka...and Petro...I want to see our friends everyday and not have to worry about going back home or the Elder not letting them come see us..." She murmured quietly. Selfish thoughts of an Engraver that no longer wanted to think about the good of the Clan.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 5:54 pm
Needle smiled, pleased that they were in some sort of an agreement.
"I would like that very much! I am very ready to leave the clan behind, though...I...I will be sad to lose Canvas and Nail." Her voice faltered for a moment; no matter what she thought about the clan, she loved Canvas and Nail as much as an Engraver could love, before she knew what that word really meant. "Yet I am not willing to give up this freedom now that I have tasted it...nor do I have an interest in parting ways with Muka. I firmly believe that if the time comes when I have to choose between going back, and true death? I will chose true death." The passionate words of a rebellious teenager, perhaps; feelings straight from her heart? Always.
"So I suppose the question is...how do we break ties, before they do it for us?" She let the question hang in the air for a moment, considering her options; nobody needed to tell them how devastating leaving could be, how risky it was...not to mention how easily it could fail.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 6:08 pm
She let out a small dismayed sound, "It'll feel awful to leave them behind but Canvas is more firmly embedded in the Clan than even I am and Nail...Nail is not old enough for us to just secretly whisk away..."
Lattice couldn't believe the words that were spilling out of her mouth. It was as if the thoughts of rebellion had been seeded deep within her heart for a long time just waiting to take root. The thought of her Twin taking true death horrified her. It made Lattice reach out and grasp for Needle's face, "I'd have to die with you."
Impassioned but true. Lattice could no more imagine living without her Twin; much less have the thought of her dying. This just meant that whatever they did next they would have to be very careful to protect each other and those dear to them. "I..Am not certain what we could do other than quietly slip away after graduation..."
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