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"He shouldn't get away with it," she snarls, but the fire dies and her hands begin to shake. More dizziness, she tries to push it down. It will pass. "He shouldn't--"
But her words die away as the world dims and goes black.
It's what he's dreading, but it's also what Kell expects, and he catches her shoulders when she sways, stoops and swings her into his arms when her knees give way. The short display has attracted quite a following, but Kell ignores them all, striding to the wall to paint a symbol with the still fresh blood eking from one of his wrists.
He presses his palm to the mark and steps forward and through, not into his cramped, secret room near the park, but into the bedroom of his own apartment. Kell lies Lila on the bed and loosens her collar, listening for a moment to her breath and then her heart. It isn't good, but neither is it very bad, yet, and he heaves a sigh.
He fetches a bowl of cold water and a cloth and returns. Kell places the dampened cloth on her brow and sits in the chair next to the bed, watching her as the minutes tick by. The blood, he leaves. Lila's earned that reminder.
*
Slowly, the world comes back into focus. Lila blinks a few times and takes stock of her surroundings. A ceiling, walls, a bed. Kell sitting next to her looking stern. Perhaps even more than usual. It makes her smile despite the pounding of her head and the dryness of her mouth. She licks her lips, tasting blood, and lifts a hand to remove the wet cloth she feels on her forehead.
"Well, at least you haven't tied me up," she tells him, thinking back to when they first met.
If Kell is relieved to see her conscious again, he gives no outward sign, and neither does he let the smile he feels tugging at the edges of his mouth take root. Let her recall their first meeting all she likes - she's nearly killed herself in the meantime, and the reminder is all Kell needs to regain his frown.
"Lie still," he says. "The dizziness will come again."
But her words die away as the world dims and goes black.
It's what he's dreading, but it's also what Kell expects, and he catches her shoulders when she sways, stoops and swings her into his arms when her knees give way. The short display has attracted quite a following, but Kell ignores them all, striding to the wall to paint a symbol with the still fresh blood eking from one of his wrists.
He presses his palm to the mark and steps forward and through, not into his cramped, secret room near the park, but into the bedroom of his own apartment. Kell lies Lila on the bed and loosens her collar, listening for a moment to her breath and then her heart. It isn't good, but neither is it very bad, yet, and he heaves a sigh.
He fetches a bowl of cold water and a cloth and returns. Kell places the dampened cloth on her brow and sits in the chair next to the bed, watching her as the minutes tick by. The blood, he leaves. Lila's earned that reminder.
*
Slowly, the world comes back into focus. Lila blinks a few times and takes stock of her surroundings. A ceiling, walls, a bed. Kell sitting next to her looking stern. Perhaps even more than usual. It makes her smile despite the pounding of her head and the dryness of her mouth. She licks her lips, tasting blood, and lifts a hand to remove the wet cloth she feels on her forehead.
"Well, at least you haven't tied me up," she tells him, thinking back to when they first met.
If Kell is relieved to see her conscious again, he gives no outward sign, and neither does he let the smile he feels tugging at the edges of his mouth take root. Let her recall their first meeting all she likes - she's nearly killed herself in the meantime, and the reminder is all Kell needs to regain his frown.
"Lie still," he says. "The dizziness will come again."
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Date: 2016-04-30 01:10 am (UTC)"I'm glad he is well," Kell replies, reacting to the breathless quality of her voice with a full body shiver. "There have been few comforts since you left, but he remained my friend."
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Date: 2016-04-30 01:51 am (UTC)If Lila had to describe herself, it would be the opposite of comfort.
She lightly strokes her fingers past Kell's knuckles, up his arm, along his wrist. Tickling, teasing touches meant to distract. She knows his attention is on her bare stomach, her hand, her breasts, even, and knowing this she reaches deftly into his jacket pocket with her other hand. She plucks out a coin with her first two fingers.
She holds it up for him to see she's done it, her face lit up in delight. Not a comfort.
"You see?"
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Date: 2016-04-30 02:06 am (UTC)It's his own coin, the strange one with the bear that no one uses in the city. He's fascinated with it, but he makes no move to take it back. "I - " he starts, but he remembers all too well how she'd thrown his explanation about being a trinket in his face. The palace is a prison now, but at least it had a warm bed.
"You were," he replies. "My memories of you were a comfort. Particularly those of your more objectionable behavior." Kell looks pointedly at the coin.
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Date: 2016-04-30 02:27 am (UTC)She sets his coin on the bedside table, having had no intentions of keeping it. It isn't from here, she knows all of Darrow's currency and none of it is adorned with a bear.
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Date: 2016-04-30 02:45 am (UTC)He gathers his arms back to himself, folding them in his lap with his hands tucked into the edges of his sleeves. "I liked the thought that you were out there, free to sail where you pleased." The thought might not have been half as comforting had he known it was with Alucard Emery. "I've come to understand why you wanted that life for yourself."
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:03 am (UTC)She shifts onto her side, watching him. He looks so sad that she nearly reaches out to him, but to what end? Lila's never been good at comforting or consoling. "You wanted to leave?" she asks. "Why?"
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:17 am (UTC)Kell draws a stilted breath. "I could not breathe. Life shut inside a palace is not a life at all."
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:59 am (UTC)"They should be stumbling over themselves with gratitude. What is their justification? Do they even have any?" she snaps.
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:10 am (UTC)Kell rubs at his chest again. "It's true that my suffering is Rhy's own. If anything happens to me, it happens to Rhy as well. The King needs his son to live."
Kell understands, but it doesn't mean that he likes it, or managed well at all beneath the weight of it. "I miss my brother, but my life may well be better here."
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:34 am (UTC)She goes quiet when he speaks of his brother, and of being better off in this city. She loathes it here, she can't imagine this being a better alternative to much of anything. He must have truly been suffering.
"Do you like it here?"
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Date: 2016-04-30 05:01 am (UTC)"No," he answers. "It is strange and new, but the novelty does not last, and there is nowhere to go. I wanted to see the worlds, not a tiny piece of just one, yet again." Kell looks back at Lila. "And I think you will hate the confinement. But there are pleasant things here," he admits. "I have a friend, a good one."
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Date: 2016-04-30 05:39 am (UTC)"Yes, I met your friend," she says dryly, resisting an eyeroll.
"Kell," Lila says, leaning forward, keeping her eyes locked on his. "If we get back, leave with me. We'll steal a ship. With your power, and my everything, we'd be the best damn pirates the Arnesian sea has ever seen. Even Alucard won't be able to catch us, not without his Sarows."
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Date: 2016-04-30 07:59 pm (UTC)Their own ship. Away from the King and Arnes and Alucuard, away from every invisible chain Kell felt wrapping tighter the longer he remained. "Where would we go?" he asks, allowing himself to imagine it as he opens his eyes. "What will we plunder, Lila Bard?"
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Date: 2016-04-30 09:54 pm (UTC)"Everything," Lila says, her voice hushed and her gaze hungry. She rests her hand on his knee like a claim, fingers splayed.
"Have you heard of Sasenroche?" she asks next, and doesn't wait for an answer before continuing. "It's a legend. A secret island, a black market. We'll start there. You won't believe all the treasure that's to be found."
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Date: 2016-05-01 02:23 am (UTC)"But not against an Antari. You know we would have to disguise me in some way if you wish to make real use of my magic. Better if no one sees it coming."
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Date: 2016-05-01 07:33 pm (UTC)"Those glasses," she says, "with the tinted lenses. Haven't you seen people wearing them here? They call them sunglasses. If we can't bring them back with us, we can re-create them."
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