nothing is working with me

[lipochrome]

Who: Open, but due to the content of the prompts, please PM me before tagging if we don't already have CR
What: Winter Mournings
When: December
Where: The Locked Tomb; Trench

Content Warnings: Marked in comment headers, but expect death, child abuse, self-harm, and Nona the Ninth spoilers throughout


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[lipochrome]

[ Oh, good. That's exactly what Kiriona wanted to hear. Yeah, sure, the situation's fucked up, but at least Kainé gets it. Better yet, Kainé has given her an idea.

Kiriona grins back, bends down, and picks up a rock. ]

Wanna join in? [ She holds it out to Kainé. ] I can't conjure the people from your village, but trust me, this guy is plenty rancid. Consider him a substitute.

cw: bullying, arguable sexual violence

[foulhussy]

[ She considers it for a long, long moment. She thinks of all the times the bigger kids beat her and tore off her clothes and gawked at her freak body. She thinks of the things her parents called her. She thinks of how her town damn near invented a religion of hating her guts.

She thinks about it vanishing into dust in a flash of light, friendly fire in a battle to protect it. She felt... hollow. There was no relief to it. No tears. ]

...I'm good.

[ This isn't hers to share in. ]

Been a while since I've seen you.

cw: violence

[lipochrome]

Fair enough.

[ Kiriona shrugs. Suit yourself, Kainé. More revenge for Kiriona!

Kiriona approaches the old man. He's pathetically feeble like this, still ranting about shame and disappointment and abomination. He spits on her shoe, she kicks him in the teeth.

As to why Kainé hasn't seen her around: ]

Yeah, well. You wouldn't want to. I've been a dick to Anna, lately.

[ Of course they dread your company, you reeking, insufferable louse, the old man gums out. ]

[foulhussy]

[ She has no qualms. Fuck that guy. Maybe her thoughts on revenge have changed a little over the last few years, but sometimes you gotta kick a bastard while he's down. ]

This about your new name and cozying up to the creepy wizard asshole dad?

[ She shrugs, but her jaw is tight. It's not Anna that she's mad about. ]

...You're putting yourself in some shit, but it ain't my place to tell you not to.

cw: murder, death, blood

[lipochrome]

[ While creepy wizard asshole dad is technically true, Kiriona resents John being described like that, thank you very much. He's her dad. She gave up everything for him.

(Only him?)

Crux is fading fast. He's not going to tell Kiriona what she wants to hear this time, but that's why she'll try again. Wordlessly, she drives her sword into his chest, and once he stops twitching, she pulls it out, wiping the blood on her crisp whites. ]

Well, you seem pissed about something, and I doubt it's the murdering. Spit it out.

[foulhussy]

[ Her jaw clenches again, along with her fist. How funny. She always thought that she came across as just low-key pissed at all times. Yeah. She is pissed. ]

He doesn't deserve you. He let you goddamn drown.

[lipochrome]

Yeah. He did.

[ The weirdest thing about being Kiriona isn't the whole un-alive body thing. It's that she remembers the boat trip, and hating her father afterwards. But she also remembers waking up a month later, back in her old universe, and he was nearly everything she had.

It's hard to know what to make of it, sometimes. ]

I can't just...give him up, though. It's like giving up on killing this asshole. [ She nods at Crux's disgusting corpse. ] If I do, it'll all be for nothing. And, like, fuck that.

[foulhussy]

[ She closes her eyes, draws in a long breath through her nose. She really isn't one to talk about not letting go of the past.

But she knows it can be better than that. They both do, don't they? She doesn't know what Kiriona has gone through. But this just blows. ]

...You can. Nothing's stopping you.