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ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ([personal profile] necrolord) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-07-06 11:01 am

12 . july catch-all

Who: John Gaius and an assortment of people trying to kick his ass.
What: Designated spot for boatgate fallout. Note the closed log and player plot catchall log as needed. And the move-out log.
When: July
Where: Mostly Gaze.

Content Warnings: Tagged in headers as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

lipochrome: (19)

[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-07-14 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi, Mum.

[ Gideon kneels in front of an empty catacomb niche. Gideon stands upon the shore. ]

I think this is gonna be the last update you'll get from me for a while. Maybe even forever. After this, you won't need me anymore. I don't think you'll mind that.

[ Waves crash against the sand, and Gideon knows she won't fall in. Not this time. ]

I'm sorry I left you underground. I'm sorry I chose wrong.

[ A ghost, vanishing into stone. A ghost, inhabiting a blade for nearly twenty years. There are no ghosts hear, because there is nothing left to haunt. It's all over. ]

I'm going to finish the mission. That's what you want, right? Please tell me that's what you want.

[ Hoe thrust into the ground twice in a row means yes. Gideon closes her eyes and breathes in the damp, salty air. She does not laugh and she does not tremble, drunk on the clarity of purpose. ]

Right. [ Gideon opens her eyes. ] Bye, mum.

[ Gideon clutches the knife. She waits. ]
lipochrome: (11)

[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-07-20 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gideon sees the pathetic way the Lord carries Himself, and for a moment, she stills, a twist of doubt working its way through her chest. But then he looks at her like that, right in the eyes, and the anger floods back in, quicker than the tide.

The question is stupid. It's probably yet another private joke, and Gideon is so sick of secrets, and even more fed up with gags that aren't even funny. Instead of answering, she drops to a crouch, bringing her knife to God's throat with the quickness of a person who has fought all their life. ]


Guess.

[ Apocalypse-gold meets hell-black, and Gideon's hand only shakes a little. She grips the handle tighter, knuckles blanching. ]

Come on. You have one shot to make your last words not be completely fucking stupid. One opportunity.
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[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-07-30 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ To Gideon, it sounds like a refusal. Of course he won't guess. That would require him to try, to imagine what she wants, what she needs. He'd have to act as a parent, and Gideon knows that's something he'll never be able to do. She doesn't need to be reminded again. ]

You could say you're sorry.

[ She's sick of the language of cost, of deals and worth being applied to people, instead of things. It's still foolish of her to expect any more though. That's what she always was: his thing. ]

I wanted it. Real bad. But you knew that already. [ She's talking about something else, of course. It'd be dumb to say it aloud. Her mouth twists into an ugly, knife-sharp smile. ] Guess it wasn't worth it.

It's easier this way. [ right? ] You can be what you are, and I can be what I am.

[ She adds a little pressure to the knife. Enough to draw out a thin trickle of blood, but no more. ]
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[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-08-26 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's only Gideon. Nobody else stares out of those eyes, no long-lost dead woman. They burn with a fury that, for all its anger, is still alive.

The idea that Gideon's mum ever had anything as loving as custody is laughable, and Gideon returns that thin smile with a smirk of her own. It's a sneer worthy of the Reverend Daughter; Gideon would like to think that she'd be proud of her. But she knows better. ]


You talk about who you are. All the time. You're God, not my dad.

[ Now they're clear. Now they're on the same page, and it feels almost like equal footing, maybe. God kneels, and she stands, and she can imagine their dynamic reversed. She should kill him, while it lasts.

But, fuck, what are you? "Bomb" is a four-letter word, a single syllable that should be so easy to say. Gideon presses her lips together and everything, but the sound doesn't come. It's lodged somewhere in her throat, blocked by the memory of a forehead pressed against hers. By little circles, and red eyes, and the smell of burning rice. The weight of a lizard. The sweetness of honey. A second-place trophy, taped together just for her. She thinks of her calloused hands held by smaller ones, and she knows that when she digs through her pocket, the sea will have returned to her a set of silver-winged pins. ]


I'm their sister.

[ Saltwater laps against Gideon's ankles, burning where she cut herself on the rocks. This isn't what her flesh is for. This isn't how it ends. ]

I'm a cavalier.

[ The pressure on the Lord's holy neck relents. Gideon pulls the knife away, and for the first time, it does not belong to her God, or to a ghost, or to her parents. It is hers, to use as she sees fit, and honestly?

He's so not worth it. ]


But not like you care, right? So here's what you need to know: I'm done with your shit.

[ Gideon straightens up. She sheathes her knife. She thinks about kicking him into the sea, but even she knows that would ruin the dramatic, fuck-you tension. Instead, she turns away, waiting to hear if he's got anything to say about it before she starts walking home. ]
Edited 2022-08-26 19:59 (UTC)