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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 13:18:41 GMT -8
Stevie didn't open her eyes.
"He's gone and he'll never be here again. How is my love going to go on? Just keep him in your heart and he'll never go away That's utter bullshit. Just hope for the weak. But I'll never feel the warmth of his arms. I'll never feel his lips on my neck as he whispers he loves me. I'll never feel the heat of his body as it moves with mine. Never. He's fucking gone."
She drank the water deeply.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 13:28:11 GMT -8
In hindsight, WR's comment was a little...juvenile, and that realization was the only reason Stevie's comment stung at them.
They would stay quiet for a minute. They had grieved many deaths over the years, almost to the point where it barely phased them anymore. To some it would seem a bit inhumane, but with each grieving process, it made the next all the more easier. They weren't about to explain that to Stevie though.
"It's a coping mechanism. Yeah, you'll never get him back. Ever. But your memories of him are what immortalizes him. Those are the things that will keep him alive and keep you going when you're feeling like shit. Maybe not now, but when you're in a better mental place, definitely."
Because let's face it, Stevie wasn't mentally fortified, and it didn't take much for WR to see that.
"Didn't mean to pry though. That's my bad. Will you at least let me take you home? It honestly is the least I can do."
They were being as patient as they possibly could.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 13:48:41 GMT -8
Stevie let out another laugh, there was no humor in it though. She squeezed the cup until it exploded, but the water stayed around her hand, forming into icy spikes. a mockery of 'brass knuckles'. They wouldn't be used. As a matter of face they were slicing into her skin. The blood pooling behind the ice as it cut her skin.
"I don't have a home. After we came HERE,"
She would gesture wildly to the bar.
"I lost everything. Even my Lightning Dragon."
And there it was. Both truths laid bare. Stevie felt a traitorous tear slide out of the side of her eye at the mention of Leon. She didn't wipe it away, not yet. She turned her red eyes to WR and asked wildly.
"So, where do you plan on taking an angry drunk who stupidly fell in love with Leon 'mother fucking' Sudeki the Lightning Dragon? The girl who has no home and no money to afford one. The girl who literally steals what she can to survive this horrible tasteless place."
She shook her head and finally wiped away the traitorous tear in an exasperated huff.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 14:05:28 GMT -8
Saying that WR was shocked was an understatement. There were multiple blunt truths stabbing into their heart as they looked Stevie over with apathetic eyes. Even though their eyes were apathetic, they were feeling too many emotions that neither words or actions could possibly depict to the same degree.
They would firstly grab hold of the ice spikes, wincing at the burns as it conflicted with their own prowess, pulling them out of Stevie's skin hastily, but not forcefully. She was a water type. Got it.
Then, they would completely turn their body, offering Stevie 100% of their attention. It would take them a moment to process what all she said. Leon was WR's mentor, and he tragically died before they could finish their Dragon Training. Even through all the experiences with Leon, they never knew Stevie was his significant other, and that new knowledge pained at them much more than it probably should have. And then there was the latter half. As Stevie spoke, all WR could picture was their younger self and the way they struggled for survival when they had, quite literally, nothing but the shirt on their back.
They couldn't help but feel a little guilty and entitled to responsibility now.
"I want to help you crawl back to your feet. I'm a stranger, I get it, I'm not gonna ask or try anything or whatever, but I can take you back to my place and let you recuperate at your own pace. Honestly, I don't think you're gonna get better without help, so I'm not asking this time." They'd say bluntly yet wholeheartedly. They didn't need to know Stevie to care about what happened to her.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 14:18:44 GMT -8
Stevie let them take the ice off. She yearned to be numb now. This was the second person she had told about Leon. Every time she said his name a new spike thrust itself through her heart. She heard them say they wanted to help and it was all she could do not to roll her eyes.
"You want to help me? Why?"
She grabbed behind the bar and poured a shot of Jameson's whiskey and took the shot.
"Drunk is easier."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 14:28:20 GMT -8
WR had many responses they could go with. Regardless of what they went with, it would come out super bluntly, and Stevie likely wouldn't want to hear it.
"Two things. First, I want to help you because you remind me of younger me. Hopeless. Reckless. Numb. Distant. Not a care with what happens next. Sound about right? Second, Leon was like family to me. Cold family for sure, but he lifted me from a dark place and constantly pushed me to be stronger. He died before I could finish my dragon training, so I dedicate what he taught me to help others."
They would pause.
"And I want to help you. So let me, damn it."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 14:40:47 GMT -8
Stevie blinked up at them.
"YOU were that apprentice?"
She blinked again.
"Wow. I uhh. Wow. That's..."
Stevie had no clue what to say. Honesty seemed the way to go now. Why the hell not.
"I was.. Before all this shit happened I was on my way to challenge the Water Dragon. I never got to her. I had to come back and... Well, I never got to."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 14:46:26 GMT -8
It seemed that WR finally managed to say something that clicked with Stevie. They weren't sure exactly what part of them being a dragon apprentice changed her mind, but they would shrug it off and smile before scooting all the alcohol in front of Stevie away from her.
"So am I gonna have to carry you out of here or are you gonna walk?" They'd ask curiously with a brow raised as they hopped out of the chair. Stevie would now be able to see how short they were. They were proportionately small, not midget small, but small for their age.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 14:50:39 GMT -8
Stevie frowned at the alcohol being pushed away and nodded.
"Alright. Lemme pee first."
At that she would hop off the stool and stumble to the bathroom. She did pretty good for how much she drank. After she was done she would walk out of the bar and kind of stand there. What now?
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 14:54:23 GMT -8
WR would patiently wait for Stevie to finish up, then walk outside with her. They would lead her to their smoky Aston Martin when she was ready to leave, opening the passenger side door for her. Once she got in, WR would take a seat on the drivers' side.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 14:58:51 GMT -8
Stevie looked out the window and then back at WR.
"Why did you train with Leon?"
Blunt. To the point. Her accent was becoming slightly less thick now.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 15:07:05 GMT -8
Honestly, this was a question WR expected to come up, one way or another, and it was one they were fully prepared to answer. At least she was finally starting to sound like she knew what fucking English was.
They would start the ignition and pull out of the parking lot before answering.
"Had a drive, purpose, no direction though. Leon found me after my sister killed herself. I was broken, helpless, angry at the world. I wanted nothing more than for him to fucking kill me. I guess in expressing that he liked the potential he saw, or as he called it, my 'fire'. He was a dick most of the time, but he was a damn good teacher. I thought his training was the only way I'd be able to save the world. In a way, I was right. I wouldn't be here right now without him."
Their answer was as blunt and straightforward as the question, and they would ride in silence until Stevie responded.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 15:11:00 GMT -8
Stevie grimaced after a few minutes.
"I need the window down."
[rolled 3/20=fail]
If window was rolled down in time, Stevie would throw up OUT the window. If not.... Well, RIP WR's floor.
[tako rolled 12/20=success]
WR barely gets the window down as gags rack Stevie's body. Her head barely crosses the border and she covers the side of the car with vomit.
"Oh fuck. I'll clean that off."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 15:16:29 GMT -8
WR would instinctively roll the window down, allowing Stevie to...take care of her business. Gross. They would facepalm.
Luckily, home was just a few minutes away,
"Ya gonna be alright?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 15:20:45 GMT -8
Stevie slunk back in her chair.
"Yeah. Sorry bout that. Promise I'll get it when we get to wherever."
She was steadying her self to be able to use her chi but she was getting tired. Alcohol helped her drift to a dreamless sleep. Nightmares were the worst.
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