Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-13 01:12 pm
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-13 01:12 pm
23} i swear this will not be the end...
[Forward dated to Monday; CLOSED SPAM:SCOTT]
[Just a moment longer.
It's not a lie. She's not breaking her promise...she just wants to make sure they're going to be able to handle it before she leaves.
And so she stays just one moment longer...and another moment longer...
Once she gets home, after her visit with Alrianne (who reminds her enough of Lydia to make Allison love her), she falls into a strange state of being, one where the Barge fades into the back of her mind...little more than a dream, a distant thought carried easily away as things with Stiles get worse. She never truly forgets, not really...there are moments she'll be busy talking to her dad, or the rest of the pack, or she's driving to Derek's loft, and it will hit her like a fist to the gut, so hard she can't breathe...
Then someone will speak to her. A katana will come at her, a bullet will fly, Isaac will smile at her, and it slips through her fingers like water.
The memories don't start sticking until she calls her dad about going after Lydia.
And then she promises herself that she's only going to stay just one moment longer.
She's terrified as she lashes out at each Oni in turn, arrow after arrow and blow after blow. She keeps waiting for it, the killing blade they told her about...she's so close, she has to be careful, she promised she'd come back alive...
In the end, it's not Lydia she dies for. It's Lydia she fights for, like her life depends on it because it does. Because she promised she would live. She's going to hold off one more Oni, knock one more back so maybe someone can get close to the Nogitsune, and then she's gone.
She fights to live for Lydia...and then the Oni is on top of Isaac.
Her hunch plays out, and the Oni is destroyed. Isaac is safe.
They'll be okay...she can go now.
She turns right into the Oni's blade...just as she is about to leave, just as her mind and soul are crying out before the words can leave her mouth, asking the Admiral to take her back...
Get me out of here. I'm ready.
[Scott isn't there when she falls. Instead of pavement in the dead of night, she collapses onto the smooth, dim floor of a corridor on the Barge when the Oni takes back his katana, pulling it out of her body.
She knows the floor, knows the lighting...it doesn't hurt, but she can feel herself bleeding. The cold is seeping in, and the light is getting dark...
Allison presses a hand to her sternum uselessly, trying to make it stop, and lifts her head.
She knows that door...knows that number.
And all at once, she sees with perfect clarity, a way to keep her promise.
It wastes precious strength, but Allison manages to crawl closer to Scott's door, grunting and grimacing as breath leaves her lungs and doesn't return, as the cold continues to spread. When she can reach, she pounds on the lower half of the door, managing little more than a soft thud of a bloodstained fist.]
Scott!
[Her voice is thin and strangled, a shout that comes out as a sigh. She shuts her eyes, gathers what little strength she has...and she tries again.]
Scott!
[Tuesday; Video:PUBLIC]
[When the feed clicks on and Allison's smiling face becomes visible, it's one that's glowing with good health, and something else that's been absent for a long while now: real joy, and something very close to peace.
The infirmary is visible behind her, but it recedes as she speaks because she's leaving it. She's grinning, her cheeks are pink with a lively flush...she's not wounded, sick, or undead.
She is, however, singsonging playfully as her smile grows, splitting her face cheerfully.]
Guess who's baaaaaaack?
[Giggling, she rolls her neck as she emerges from the infirmary and starts walking briskly towards her cabin.]
So! I came home with clothes, new friends...thank you again, Zane! Alrianne is awesome...and a brand new perspective. Truthfully, I feel a lot better than I did...
[She sobers, her stride slowing, and though her features darken just a little, that new almost-peace doesn't leave her.]
...and I understand a lot more about my future.
[She shakes it off, and with a toss of her hair she's smiling again.]
I have some stuff to do, but I'll be in my cabin in about an hour...anyone who wants to drop by and say hello can come see me then. But I'm here, I'm okay...I feel good, and this time I'm not undead.
[Giggling, she waves at the feed...and if her eyes appear to glow for an instant, it's probably nothing to worry about.
Just a trick of the light.
With that, she switches away to filters and sends a few private messages.]
[Beacon Hills Residents Filter]
Don't come see me. I'm not hiding, I'm fine, I'm just gonna hit you all up separately to visit. Got some restless energy I wanna burn off, I need to pick up Duchess from Duke, I want to check on Tig...just let me make my rounds, walk it off, and I'll be there soon.
And to all of you...I'm not sorry for what I did back home? But I am sorry I was such an ass here. I can't say I won't ever put my life on the line for any of you again, but I will absolutely swear that I'm going to work harder to make sure I don't have to.
...I missed all of you. Like, a ton.
[PRIVATE;Duke]
I want to pick up Duchess...but can you be there? Say, meet me in your cabin in ten minutes? I don't just want to grab her by myself. I'll explain more when I get there.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'm home, and I missed you bunches. Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come collect a hug. I need one.
[PRIVATE;Admiral]
Hello, sir. I have two things...first, I need to know if there's any way I can change my deal.
Two...I started some of this before I left? And I finished it up during my infirmary stay last night. It's...well, I guess it's a Christmas list. So...
Tig: A box of cigars. I know he smokes cigarettes, but maybe he can regift them. Also? You know everyone better than they know themselves sometimes...at least I think so. Anyway, back home Tig had a dog. I’d like him to have his dog...that way, Duke can have his dog back. And speaking of...
Duke: I’d like to give him a small case of ammunition with a fleur-de-lis engraved on every shell casing, and some really good alcohol (NO VODKA). I’d also like to give the aforementioned dog, Brownie, some tennis balls, rope toys, and a fabulous new collar. Something with pretty rhinestones, and a tag with her name on it.
Isaac: Some new scarves and cardigans. One set of a scarf and cardigan should have a fleur-de-lis stitched in silver thread. And, uhm...I’d also like some lingerie in my size, preferably black or dark blue. Something kind of...sexy. Let’s put it this way, something Lydia would approve of me wearing. And trust me, this is a Christmas present for Isaac, so please make it pretty.
Kira: a crossbow of her own, with a fleur-de-lis embossed on the stock, with some solid wood bolts. Also a set of her own Chinese ring daggers, like mine, and a karaoke machine. Girl needs to get her sing on more often.
Lydia: She has a dog back home, Prada? I'd like her to have him back. Also? I want her to have a really fabulous pair of shoes. Maybe...Manolo Blahnik. Something in black, maybe boots? Also, an electrified baton, like the one I have. 900,000 volts should do.
Scott: A bunch of new video games, and a portable video game system, like a Nintendo DS or something. I don't know much about video games, but I'd like him to have something he can take with him on ports or something. And some games to go with it. Also, this may be weird...but I'd like to arrange for Scott to have some time alone with Kira. Nothing high pressure, but...I want them to spend some time together. Have fun...maybe lock them in the Enclosure for a night with a really pretty outdoor setting? I just...want to give them a little push together.
Stiles: Some pictures of his mom and dad, framed for his room, and if you can give him the thing I'm about to ask for? I'd like his cabin expanded to accommodate a life size Darth Vader figure.
Jackson: Truthfully, I don't know what to ask for to give to Jackson...can you give him something that will make him happy for a little while? Or just...make him happy? Like, really happy.
Morgana: I'd like you to give her a really nice collection of stories about Robin Hood. Mythologies, fictional tales, any age or time period.
Riddick: a really nice set of cookware, and a case of good red wine for cooking. I want to challenge him to see which of us can make the best beef bourguignon.
Zane: I don't really know how to ask for this...I want to give him a bunch of metal, the stuff he uses to make his powers work? Also a pile of grass and willow bark toys for his rabbits, and a silver arrowhead with a fleur-de-lis on it. They're...well, let's call it a token of friendship.
Steve Rogers: Please get him a new sketchbook, some charcoal and pencils, and maybe even an easel, some canvases, and some oil paints. Oh, and some books on Rembrandt to remind him of our museum visit in Amsterdam. Also, based on some stuff I've heard...I'd like Steve to have his very own Beacon Hills High School lacrosse jersey.
Bucky Barnes: I've seen him in some plaid shirts like Stiles has? I want him to have some jeans and t-shirts, too. I'd also like for him to have a modern day stereo, with some CDs to go with it. Big band stuff, though, things from his own time.
Vergil Sparda: I'd like to give him a bottle of good alcohol...no vodka. I'd also like to give him a leatherbound edition of The Three Musketeers by Dumas. It's near and dear to my heart, and I think he'll enjoy it.
Iris Wildthyme: ...I honestly have no idea what to get the woman who can get whatever she wants, so I'd like to give her three dozen yellow roses, because yellow represents friendship and they'll make her cabin brighter for a little while.
Jerry Dandridge: I'd like to give Jerry a gift...a fulgurite sphere. It was either Lydia or Stiles that once told me fulgurite is made when lightning strikes sand. It's proof that sometimes, when a dangerous and volatile thing is set free, something beautiful and good can result. I want him to think of me when he sees it...what he did to me, and what I'm going to do for him.
And for everyone else I know, stockings full of candy and little things they would enjoy. Also, one more thing...
For everyone on this list except Jerry, I'd like to have baseboards installed in their cabins, made of mountain ash. Not the door jamb, though, leave that free...but if they want to protect themselves, they can just request a small amount of mountain ash from you and put it down on their own.
[Open Tuesday Spam]
[After picking up Duchess from Duke's cabin, Allison visits the cabin of everyone from Beacon Hills in turn, explaining what happened and assuring them she's okay...and each visit makes it easier somehow, settles the newborn beast living in her skin until she's nearly rid of that restless energy, that sense of being on edge and ready to jump at anything.
An hour later, as promised, she spends some time in her cabin, but later she ventures to the dining hall for a healthy, protien-heavy meal, and if she hasn't heard from him already, she'll be prowling the corridors, looking for Tig to check in with him and make sure he's okay.
Aside from that, feel free to find Allison just about anywhere on the ship...either sneaking up on you silently by accident, or with her head lifted in the air, possibly cocked to one side, listening to all the new sounds and breathing in all the new scents that are flooding her heightened senses.]
[Just a moment longer.
It's not a lie. She's not breaking her promise...she just wants to make sure they're going to be able to handle it before she leaves.
And so she stays just one moment longer...and another moment longer...
Once she gets home, after her visit with Alrianne (who reminds her enough of Lydia to make Allison love her), she falls into a strange state of being, one where the Barge fades into the back of her mind...little more than a dream, a distant thought carried easily away as things with Stiles get worse. She never truly forgets, not really...there are moments she'll be busy talking to her dad, or the rest of the pack, or she's driving to Derek's loft, and it will hit her like a fist to the gut, so hard she can't breathe...
Then someone will speak to her. A katana will come at her, a bullet will fly, Isaac will smile at her, and it slips through her fingers like water.
The memories don't start sticking until she calls her dad about going after Lydia.
And then she promises herself that she's only going to stay just one moment longer.
She's terrified as she lashes out at each Oni in turn, arrow after arrow and blow after blow. She keeps waiting for it, the killing blade they told her about...she's so close, she has to be careful, she promised she'd come back alive...
In the end, it's not Lydia she dies for. It's Lydia she fights for, like her life depends on it because it does. Because she promised she would live. She's going to hold off one more Oni, knock one more back so maybe someone can get close to the Nogitsune, and then she's gone.
She fights to live for Lydia...and then the Oni is on top of Isaac.
Her hunch plays out, and the Oni is destroyed. Isaac is safe.
They'll be okay...she can go now.
She turns right into the Oni's blade...just as she is about to leave, just as her mind and soul are crying out before the words can leave her mouth, asking the Admiral to take her back...
Get me out of here. I'm ready.
[Scott isn't there when she falls. Instead of pavement in the dead of night, she collapses onto the smooth, dim floor of a corridor on the Barge when the Oni takes back his katana, pulling it out of her body.
She knows the floor, knows the lighting...it doesn't hurt, but she can feel herself bleeding. The cold is seeping in, and the light is getting dark...
Allison presses a hand to her sternum uselessly, trying to make it stop, and lifts her head.
She knows that door...knows that number.
And all at once, she sees with perfect clarity, a way to keep her promise.
It wastes precious strength, but Allison manages to crawl closer to Scott's door, grunting and grimacing as breath leaves her lungs and doesn't return, as the cold continues to spread. When she can reach, she pounds on the lower half of the door, managing little more than a soft thud of a bloodstained fist.]
Scott!
[Her voice is thin and strangled, a shout that comes out as a sigh. She shuts her eyes, gathers what little strength she has...and she tries again.]
Scott!
[Tuesday; Video:PUBLIC]
[When the feed clicks on and Allison's smiling face becomes visible, it's one that's glowing with good health, and something else that's been absent for a long while now: real joy, and something very close to peace.
The infirmary is visible behind her, but it recedes as she speaks because she's leaving it. She's grinning, her cheeks are pink with a lively flush...she's not wounded, sick, or undead.
She is, however, singsonging playfully as her smile grows, splitting her face cheerfully.]
Guess who's baaaaaaack?
[Giggling, she rolls her neck as she emerges from the infirmary and starts walking briskly towards her cabin.]
So! I came home with clothes, new friends...thank you again, Zane! Alrianne is awesome...and a brand new perspective. Truthfully, I feel a lot better than I did...
[She sobers, her stride slowing, and though her features darken just a little, that new almost-peace doesn't leave her.]
...and I understand a lot more about my future.
[She shakes it off, and with a toss of her hair she's smiling again.]
I have some stuff to do, but I'll be in my cabin in about an hour...anyone who wants to drop by and say hello can come see me then. But I'm here, I'm okay...I feel good, and this time I'm not undead.
[Giggling, she waves at the feed...and if her eyes appear to glow for an instant, it's probably nothing to worry about.
Just a trick of the light.
With that, she switches away to filters and sends a few private messages.]
[Beacon Hills Residents Filter]
Don't come see me. I'm not hiding, I'm fine, I'm just gonna hit you all up separately to visit. Got some restless energy I wanna burn off, I need to pick up Duchess from Duke, I want to check on Tig...just let me make my rounds, walk it off, and I'll be there soon.
And to all of you...I'm not sorry for what I did back home? But I am sorry I was such an ass here. I can't say I won't ever put my life on the line for any of you again, but I will absolutely swear that I'm going to work harder to make sure I don't have to.
...I missed all of you. Like, a ton.
[PRIVATE;Duke]
I want to pick up Duchess...but can you be there? Say, meet me in your cabin in ten minutes? I don't just want to grab her by myself. I'll explain more when I get there.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'm home, and I missed you bunches. Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come collect a hug. I need one.
[PRIVATE;Admiral]
Hello, sir. I have two things...first, I need to know if there's any way I can change my deal.
Two...I started some of this before I left? And I finished it up during my infirmary stay last night. It's...well, I guess it's a Christmas list. So...
Tig: A box of cigars. I know he smokes cigarettes, but maybe he can regift them. Also? You know everyone better than they know themselves sometimes...at least I think so. Anyway, back home Tig had a dog. I’d like him to have his dog...that way, Duke can have his dog back. And speaking of...
Duke: I’d like to give him a small case of ammunition with a fleur-de-lis engraved on every shell casing, and some really good alcohol (NO VODKA). I’d also like to give the aforementioned dog, Brownie, some tennis balls, rope toys, and a fabulous new collar. Something with pretty rhinestones, and a tag with her name on it.
Isaac: Some new scarves and cardigans. One set of a scarf and cardigan should have a fleur-de-lis stitched in silver thread. And, uhm...I’d also like some lingerie in my size, preferably black or dark blue. Something kind of...sexy. Let’s put it this way, something Lydia would approve of me wearing. And trust me, this is a Christmas present for Isaac, so please make it pretty.
Kira: a crossbow of her own, with a fleur-de-lis embossed on the stock, with some solid wood bolts. Also a set of her own Chinese ring daggers, like mine, and a karaoke machine. Girl needs to get her sing on more often.
Lydia: She has a dog back home, Prada? I'd like her to have him back. Also? I want her to have a really fabulous pair of shoes. Maybe...Manolo Blahnik. Something in black, maybe boots? Also, an electrified baton, like the one I have. 900,000 volts should do.
Scott: A bunch of new video games, and a portable video game system, like a Nintendo DS or something. I don't know much about video games, but I'd like him to have something he can take with him on ports or something. And some games to go with it. Also, this may be weird...but I'd like to arrange for Scott to have some time alone with Kira. Nothing high pressure, but...I want them to spend some time together. Have fun...maybe lock them in the Enclosure for a night with a really pretty outdoor setting? I just...want to give them a little push together.
Stiles: Some pictures of his mom and dad, framed for his room, and if you can give him the thing I'm about to ask for? I'd like his cabin expanded to accommodate a life size Darth Vader figure.
Jackson: Truthfully, I don't know what to ask for to give to Jackson...can you give him something that will make him happy for a little while? Or just...make him happy? Like, really happy.
Morgana: I'd like you to give her a really nice collection of stories about Robin Hood. Mythologies, fictional tales, any age or time period.
Riddick: a really nice set of cookware, and a case of good red wine for cooking. I want to challenge him to see which of us can make the best beef bourguignon.
Zane: I don't really know how to ask for this...I want to give him a bunch of metal, the stuff he uses to make his powers work? Also a pile of grass and willow bark toys for his rabbits, and a silver arrowhead with a fleur-de-lis on it. They're...well, let's call it a token of friendship.
Steve Rogers: Please get him a new sketchbook, some charcoal and pencils, and maybe even an easel, some canvases, and some oil paints. Oh, and some books on Rembrandt to remind him of our museum visit in Amsterdam. Also, based on some stuff I've heard...I'd like Steve to have his very own Beacon Hills High School lacrosse jersey.
Bucky Barnes: I've seen him in some plaid shirts like Stiles has? I want him to have some jeans and t-shirts, too. I'd also like for him to have a modern day stereo, with some CDs to go with it. Big band stuff, though, things from his own time.
Vergil Sparda: I'd like to give him a bottle of good alcohol...no vodka. I'd also like to give him a leatherbound edition of The Three Musketeers by Dumas. It's near and dear to my heart, and I think he'll enjoy it.
Iris Wildthyme: ...I honestly have no idea what to get the woman who can get whatever she wants, so I'd like to give her three dozen yellow roses, because yellow represents friendship and they'll make her cabin brighter for a little while.
Jerry Dandridge: I'd like to give Jerry a gift...a fulgurite sphere. It was either Lydia or Stiles that once told me fulgurite is made when lightning strikes sand. It's proof that sometimes, when a dangerous and volatile thing is set free, something beautiful and good can result. I want him to think of me when he sees it...what he did to me, and what I'm going to do for him.
And for everyone else I know, stockings full of candy and little things they would enjoy. Also, one more thing...
For everyone on this list except Jerry, I'd like to have baseboards installed in their cabins, made of mountain ash. Not the door jamb, though, leave that free...but if they want to protect themselves, they can just request a small amount of mountain ash from you and put it down on their own.
[Open Tuesday Spam]
[After picking up Duchess from Duke's cabin, Allison visits the cabin of everyone from Beacon Hills in turn, explaining what happened and assuring them she's okay...and each visit makes it easier somehow, settles the newborn beast living in her skin until she's nearly rid of that restless energy, that sense of being on edge and ready to jump at anything.
An hour later, as promised, she spends some time in her cabin, but later she ventures to the dining hall for a healthy, protien-heavy meal, and if she hasn't heard from him already, she'll be prowling the corridors, looking for Tig to check in with him and make sure he's okay.
Aside from that, feel free to find Allison just about anywhere on the ship...either sneaking up on you silently by accident, or with her head lifted in the air, possibly cocked to one side, listening to all the new sounds and breathing in all the new scents that are flooding her heightened senses.]
[SPAM]
Not pack. Protect. Kill. Feed. My Tig.
She shut her eyes and brought a hand to her face, as if about to hold off a sneeze when she felt herself start to shift. She had to swallow a snarl, fight for a deep breath...slow, even, she might not have control of her beast yet but she sure as hell had control of her heart rate...
When she felt the change slide away, she rubbed her nose and raised her head, managing a smile for the...woman that introduced herself as Venus.
Definitely a woman with boobs that fabulous...so fabulous Allison felt herself hitching up the collar of her v-neck t-shirt a little self-consciously.]
Sorry, the Barge is kind of a dust pit...nice to meet you, Venus.
[She turns to offer Venus her hand as she steps inside, relaxing a little as the scent of Tig's room washes over her, his scent bringing a sense of safety and strength through the bond of the pack. Still, the alien scents of two new people are upsetting, and Jax asleep nearby...
She shoots him a dirty look, and there might be a brief flare of gold in her gaze before her eyes land on Tig, and she immediately melts into a bright, happy smile.
She doesn't worry about waking Jax, letting out a happy little squeal as she abandons Venus to make a beeline for Tig, and the hug he owes her.]
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Realising where he is, and that there's no immediate danger, he flops back into the chair, blue eyes roving over to Allison, who now has her back to him as she moves over to Tig.
He's frowning, but is going to stay silent. This must be his Warden.]
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Tig's propped up in bed when Allison arrives, or at least on it, fully dressed as promised. The bloody jeans he arrived in have since been replaced with a clean pair, and with all buttons done up and fabric pulled down where it should be, there's no immediate indication of what he warned about. Not until she hugs him, anyway, and he moves to reciprocate; he does his best to stifle the accompanying groan when she squeezes too tight with some success, shrugs it off the rest of the way and presses a kiss to her forehead.
There's something not quite right about her, but he can't quite put his finger on what, exactly. He does catch the dirty look though.]
Be nice. We're all good here.
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She doesn't miss the look Allison gives Jax, however, and she glances at him quizzically, eyebrows raised, as if to ask what did you do to piss off the girl?]
Careful. [Venus winces in sympathy when Allison hugs Alex but she manages to restrain her protective instinct to a gentle warning.] Please, just be careful with him.
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So she hugs him carefully, but quickly, drawing back with a look of concern as she rests a careful hand against his belly.]
Everything is not okay, you're hurt.
[Fear swells in her chest because he was injured and she wasn't there to protect him...but it swiftly turns to anger as she looks sharply at Jax, unable to control how that minimal sliver of anger flares into rage in the span of a heartbeat.
Rage that causes her eyes to glow with a golden light as she shifts just enough to place herself more firmly between Tig and Jax, the picture of protective animal behavior.]
How could you let this happen? Don't brothers in the club look out for each other? Tig told me you two were okay, you should have protected him!
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He's on the defensive, tensing up, indignant, a flare of rage at the insinuation that he let this happen. After all, this Jax had no idea what was going on. And then there was worry, a tensing of the muscles in his favoured arm at the lack of a weapon, and, yes, even a flash of fear at that golden flash.]
What the hell're you talkin' about?! I didn't even know what was happening. He just showed up like this.
[Those words contain all of the above emotions, before they eventually settle. The next ones? They're just cold.]
I suggest you get your damn facts straight before ya go accusin' folks of doin' shit, darlin'.
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[He tries to keep an even head, he really does. There's something off about Allison and it's got everybody on edge, and he might have dealt with that fine if she didn't try to bite Jax's head off over nothing. If she didn't move to block, as if he was something fragile and easily broken, as if Jax had anything to do with the situation that got him here to begin with.
He pushes at the mattress, reaches out to find something to pull against, and moves as if he has every intention of standing up in order to deal with things. He grits his teeth as things protest, abused and healing flesh protesting plenty loud without liquor or pills to dull it back down, but he'd gotten the better of pain a long time ago. It's not anything he can't handle.
No, the more important thing right now is his Warden, shouting and snarling and making a bigger thing out of it than anybody has a right to; he reaches out for her now, closes fingers around her shoulder to pull her up, keep her from advancing any further in light of Jax's response. She makes him fight for it any harder he's liable to pull something out, but if it'll keep her from biting Jax's head off? It's worth it, as far as he's concerned.]
He didn't have anything to do with this, Allison. Him or the version where I came from. It was some scared kid, and I'm the one who volunteered to go in first. I told you the first time. Lay off. We're good.
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Everyone just shut the hell up.
Please.
[She glares at all of them and moves toward the bed, fully intent on keeping Alex from getting up. She may be new on the boat but she's pretty sure it's not his job to keep his warden in line. Even if it is, she doesn't care. She's not about to let him hurt himself.]
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She's losing control.
Shutting her mouth and her eyes, she lowers her head as she visibly forces herself to back down. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she pushes away her fear and lets that murderous impulse sweep over her. She gives herself over to the violence within, and though the urge to strike out is stronger than ever, she draws more comfort from that touch of Tig's hand. It soothes her rage, the strength in that grip, and after a moment she reaches up to lay her hand over his, needing that contact.
Her eyes are human again when she finally lifts her head, leveling hard, but remorseful eyes at Jax.]
I'm sorry. [It's soft, and it's sincere. Turning to Tig, she speaks to him the same way.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry, you just scared me is all. [With a sigh, she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him again, still careful, pressing her face to his neck to breathe in his scent: leather and oil and cigarettes and so much more, something deeper that was warm and male and set off every primitive button in her head that spoke to home and safety.]
Things have been really life or death for me lately...I just wouldn't have forgiven myself if you got hurt while I was gone...I'm sorry, Tig...
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He grabs his kutte from the back of the chair and putting it on.]
Things're gettin' a bit crowded in here. [It's half-mumbled. He's still recovering himself.] I'll be back in a few hours. Need some fresh air.
[He pulls his kutte into place a bit more, nodding and smiling at Tig, putting on that familiar air of confidence.]
Rest easy, brother.
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Yeah, you too. I'll catch up with you later.
[And then his attention's all on Allison, or at least mostly there. He gives her a pointed look even as he returns the embrace, carefully.]
And I told you Jax isn't the enemy. He's family. What the hell happened?
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She doesn't reach Alexander before he's covered in a blanket of teenager. Venus would prefer he go back to bed but at least he's not in immediate danger.
She waves her hand at him, then points toward the door with a questioning look. Her protective instincts are still dialed up but if he wants to talk to his warden privately, she'll follow Jackson.]
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She's never told him the truth about her. What her friends told her, she couldn't bear it...not when she knew he'd lost a daughter. Not when it hurt her every time she had to deal with it. Not when Tig kept her alive on the Mirror Barge, not when Tig was a safe place for her. She couldn't spoil that.]
Something...happened to me back home.
[There's no getting around it now...and as she tries to make him sit on the edge of the bed, at least, she hesitates, lowering her gaze...
...and when she looks back up at him, it's with Beta gold eyes.]
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I'll call you later, baby. We'll be okay.
[If it's anything she needs to know he'll tell her then. For now he lets himself be pushed back into bed after that, waits until she's gone to answer.
He's not sure what he's seeing right away; it's not something he dealt with directly, had to sort through later. But he's seen the others, before and since. The mind rebels at first, makes it hard to identify.]
What.... What did you do.
[It's not the right question, he knows that. It happened to her, not because of her.]
What happened?
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[She can't make herself say it to him. She can't, her throat closes every time she tries to mention the Oni or the Nogitsune, or Oak Creek at all.
So she looks into his eyes, her own glowing gold gaze imploring him to understand.]
When I got back, I was...injured. And a lot of things just...piled up in my head, so I...asked for this. [She hesitates, and just like that the light goes out in her eyes, leaving them dark and human again as they widen.]
But it's not like being a vampire! Don't worry, I'm...I'm me, and I'm not going to make you get bitten or anything. Being a...a werewolf is totally different stuff, I swear.
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You died. Is what you mean. Or came pretty damn close.
[He ignores the rest, he can't process it right now. He won't. That in itself is plenty to deal with, plenty to try to swallow.]
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She reaches for his hand and presses it against her own neck...to warm skin, to a pulse beating under his fingers, to breath rasping in her throat, vibrating against his touch.]
I'm alive, Tig. Right here, right now, I'm alive...and I'm going to stay that way. I'm going to ask the Admiral to change my deal.
[Releasing his hand, she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him, pressing her face against his shoulder.]
You and me...we're gonna stay alive, okay? And we're gonna do it together. [She smiles a little, shifting to kiss his cheek.]
Team Fuck The Reaper.
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Yeah. What the hell happened? From the beginning.
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It is possible, however, that she used her story as a distraction to insinuate her hand underneath the back of his shirt to touch bare skin so she could try and take his pain away.]
Have you met my friend, Stiles? Well, back home he was possessed by this...fox demon. A dark kitsune, they call it a nogitsune. It was like an actual possession, and it even went so far as to sort of...divide Stiles in two, steal part of his body to have one of its own. The nogitsune kidnapped my best friend, Lydia, so I went with my friends to save her.
It took control of these...other dark spirits called the Oni. They were made to destroy the nogitsune, but when it took control of them, they turned on us.
One of them...I wasn't looking. I shot one that would have killed the boy I love...and another one caught me by surprise. Drove a katana right through my belly.