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 Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 7:30 pm
The paper had been unfolded, folded, and re-folded so many times it was already threatening to fall apart. The words had been read so many times she could recite the whole thing by heart. It was something that had always been in the back of her mind, but yet it was something she didn't want to acknowledge simply because it hurt to do so. So many conflicting memories, so many confusing thoughts...it was just easier to throw herself into her work.
It was selfish of her, and she knew it.
Then came the day that she couldn't keep it up. Knowing she was being selfish, that she was doing to him almost exactly what he had done to her, however unknowing...it bothered her. So she folded up the paper for the thousandth time, tucking it into her bra as she had time and time again, and headed straight to Christof's room.
She was terrified, of course. She was afraid of what could happen, what would be said and heard...but she had to do it. Squaring her shoulders and steeling her resolve, the ghoul reached out to knock on his door...and then, feeling impatient, she took the door handle and tried to slightly open the door.
"Christof...? It's...um. Me. Are you there? Can I come in? I need to talk to you."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 7:47 pm
The voice had been entirely unexpected. Christof was used to not getting many visitors. He was reclusive by nature, and his friends all had their own lives to live, but it would be lying to say he wasn't jealous nor depressed over the fact. But after months since he had written the letter, he had assumed the worst. Simply, Amrita had had enough of him, and he understood.
He wondered if his imagination was playing tricks on him the first time he heard the call. The voice continued on, though.
He stood frozen at his workbench, staring at the door as though unsure of what to expect.
Finally, he opened it up a crack, brows furrowed in his quiet confusion, partially hidden behind the door out of shy wariness.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 9:18 am
The door creaked open and Amrita tensed, instantly crossing her arms across her chest out of pure nervousness. The ghoul thought it was better to hug herelf to get through this than to lose her nerve and run away...however tempting as it was. For a moment she stood there and just watched him, but eventually she did half lift a hand, waving her properly facing hand shyly.
"...Hi." Her waving hand pressed against the side of her neck, letting it rest there for a moment. "May I come in? I really need to talk to you...but I'd understand if I can't." She had waited a while, after all...and that wasn't fair to him, no matter what.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 9:47 am
Christof nodded slowly, although the worry was still on his face as he hobbled back to let her pass, his eyes obediently on the ground. His room seemed... cleaner than usual. A lot of the spare body parts had been stashed away, leaving more floor space, but even his gadgets and spare parts had been consolidated.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:06 am
Amrita stepped in to the room, looking around the...surprisingly clean abode. She had never really seen his place so clean before, and somehow that only managed to make her feel worse. She didn't know where to sit though, and so she just stood in the middle of his room, looking around every now and then, but mostly focusing on him or the floor.
"So I...um. I got your letter." Though by now it was more than an obvious point, but she did pull it from it's hiding place. Though she didn't unfold it, it was obvious it had been over and over again. It was slipped back into her dress after that; she didn't need it, she knew it off by heart. "...And I wanted to say I'm really, really sorry for not getting back to you sooner, that was...really cruel of me, wasn't it?"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:10 am
He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment, scratching at a line of stitches on his neck before signing, 'I-understand.' He didn't like it, but he understood. He'd never heard of Igors creating families of their own. What two Igors might do late at night at the pumpkin patch behind the laboratory was their secret, but like a minipet, the offspring were usually sold or given away. Such was life.
One couldn't love property.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:48 am
"I wanted to say that...I'm really sorry for yelling at you. I don't really remember all of it, but...Remi says I was really cruel." She rubbed the back of her neck again, looking away. That must have been a very painful time for her, since it was rare for her to lose her cool. "And that after I read this note, I kind of understood where you were coming from, but...it didn't really make me feel better, you know? I think it made me feel worse...because I was reacting to something you couldn't really control." Or at least, that was how the letter read to her.
"...and I also wanted you to know how much it hurt me while it was happening. I'd gotten so jealous of Riley because she had everything I didn't and couldn't, including you! Once, when I was hurt, you walked right past me when Riley arrived, even though she was unscathed! It hurt, and it hurt a lot! I thought I wasn't good enough, or that I had to boss you around to get your attention, and...well, you know my stance on that."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:59 pm
Christof sagged even more, if possible, looking more hunchbacked than ever. His face reddened at her indignation- she was right. He had been neglectful. He hadn't fully understood the consequences of his decisions at the time. It had been stupid. He had been stupid.
Sometimes one didn't know the value of something precious until it was lost.
"Riley," He signed, and it was strange to see him spell it out rather than his quick hand motion for 'Mistress', "Doesn't-need-an-Igor. I-was-stupid." He wasn't sure what else to say.
It didn't matter. His history with the mindflayer was over with. She didn't remember him, held no emotional attachment. And now that he had properly figured out his priorities... it was too late.
"Never-meant-to-hurt-you."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:12 pm
"No, you were doing what you were made to do, and as frustrating as that is sometimes, that doesn't really make you stupid, that makes your a*****e of a ---" She realized then that her tone was raising and cut herself off, uncurling her fingers from the fists they had been forming. Amrita cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips, looking away from him. "Anyway. I know you didn't mean to - well, now I know, but then I just hoped...but it still did." A hand came up to rub at the broken bridge of her nose, and then at the new-ish scars deeply engraved into her open skull.
"I think it boils down to the fact that...well, I think we've had communication problems from the start, actually." So many misunderstandings, so many hurts that could have been fixed so easily.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:16 pm
At that, Christof gave a bitter sort of snorting laugh.
Communication. The bane of his existence. So many things would have been so much easier if he hadn't... been what he was.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:19 pm
"I'm serious!" Amrita immediately went to defend herself, partially misunderstanding yet again. "It wouldn't kill me to let you know when I feel slighted, and it wouldn't - and clearly didn't - kill you to write a letter! We both suck at this."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:22 pm
The corners of his stitched lips twisted upward in an awkward smile. He thought for a moment, finally glancing up to her face for the first time since she had arrived. He noted each new bit of wear and tear on her home made body, each new scar and slash and break he had no idea where they had come from. When she had gotten it. His thick brows furrowed and gently, he reached for her backward hand while signing with his other two limbs, "Want-to-show-you-something." And stepped toward the door.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:26 pm
Amrita let him take her hand, but as he signed she stopped moving to follow him. "No, wait, I can't yet. I'm not finished." She had no idea what he wanted to show her, but she still had more to say; that communication thing between them, it had to be remedied. "But...once I'm done, and you still want to show me whatever it is, I'll go then. I don't think it'll take too long, I promise."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:30 pm
He paused, looking back to her with a quiet nod. He liked the feeling of their hands together. His claws gently wrapped around her palm.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:50 pm
Right up until then she was happy with the way things were going, but now they were getting down to the matter at hand - at least in her mind - and that scared her. She knew she had to tell him just like she knew what had to be done...and she would, no matter how scary it is.
"W-well...after you and I...uh..." Her lips pressed together and she looked away, casting only the briefest of glances at the bed behind her. "Yeah. Well after that there was this illness going around, and students were falling into comas..." So she told him about how Aymet had been one of the ones in the coma, and how her attempts to get him to wake up failed, so she had gone to try and get Arel. However she had intercepted the Secretary on his way to Medea and instead of talking to him, just snuck after him; but she wasn't the only one, there were plenty of others there too, for the same reason she was but not all of them were there for the Dracolich. She told him about the coma Medea induced in her and the others, and how she lived an entire life as someone named The Moon - yes, after the tarot card - and how she was the Queen to Aymet's King in the Black Kingdom of Revenge. How The Shadowlord made Moon, and how Moon was absolutely dedicated to him with all her mind, body and soul. Jericho was there though, as was Merope and Maritess and others, in the same situation she was but in lesser ranks. Amrita went on to tell him how one day 'Moon' woke up to the truth, that she was Amrita, and how she subsequently tried to murder Aymet, one of her best friends, to save him from 'The Voice' that was keeping him in the coma and the dream of the Kingdom's world.
"---And near the end, The Voice promised the winning King their heart's desire, and The Shadowlord...I really think I - err, Moon - was it." She may have left out that heated kiss he had forced on her, along with the promise to 'save' her...but her face did darken in a blush. "I mean I still tried to kill him and I almost did, too, but...after how bad I felt then, it was kind of nice to feel so wanted, like a grand prize instead of a consolation." It looked like she had more to say - much more - but she looked at him, trying to see if he was keeping up, or if she should even bother continuing.
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