just another trick,can I weather this? (OPEN)

[unphase]

Who: Tinya Wazzo and you!
What: Event shenanigans
When: February 8th through the 21st
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Possible death, violence, body horror, sex, and references to underage sex

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[unphase]

She lets him do so, sure that if she'd used names instead of generalities, she'd be condemned as the very thing she was afraid she'd become.

"I...I guess. And I can understand where the other girl was coming from now. She was hurt and angry and couldn't lash out at him, so I was the only real target."

She'd like it if no one knew it was Pidge. Especially since the two girls had reconciled towards the end of Tinya's time in the other world.

[azurestar]

"Sure. But it still doesn't make it cool."

He'd honestly be quite shocked to learn it was Pidge. But he's acquainted with the multiverse concept and would just assume it was a Pidge who lived a life that made her like that. Because that's not the Pidge he knows and he wouldn't think Tinya would have a reason to lie to him.

[unphase]

"Perhaps not, but I didn't see that it was my place to object. At least not publicly."

It had been rough at first. Little passive-aggressive barbs here and there. often where she could claim plausible deniability such as the dom/sub finder. Comments to try and pierce her armor of etiquette. Even when she knew they were coming, she had to be on guard, at least until the very near end.

[azurestar]

He frowns slightly at that, not really seeing the logic there. It isn't something he can relate to, but he chooses not to argue it. A bit of a silence passes where he goes distant and then he comes back to himself.

"So… I get the feeling that's not what's really bothering you." The girl being rude, that is. If he was to take a stab given what he knows from his own experience it has to do with the guy she was with and the girl was jealous over.

(CW: misogynistic term)

[unphase]

She comes from Society. One where it was possible to steal another's husband or boyfriend or such, but it wasn't okay to flaunt that fact in the face of the other woman. She wanted to tell the entire world that Hunk loved her, her and the other girl had no chance, but that would have been uncouth regarding how she'd been raised.

"Partially. That and I assume that the guy I knew will never love the me who I became after him." Because in his wake, she'd become a whore. Open to anyone who'd give her a moment's affection. She knew it wasn't right, she knew it wasn't what he or her husband would have wanted for her, but she had been lashing out. That rarely resulted in hitting the proper target.

[azurestar]

His brows draw together in confusion, not really understanding what she means by that. But also at the same time it is a statement he can relate to in a really painful way. A way that triggers the hex and he bites his lip hard leaning over to brace his arms on his knees with a pained convulsion and wheeze.

"I… know how that feels." Maybe not precisely in the way she means and he doesn't intend to explain, but… he can let her know he gets it. Maybe she won't feel so isolated.

[unphase]

She wishes that her pain was unique. That no one else had to suffer. She'd been carrying the weight of what her mother made her do and the secrets of over twenty Legionnaires for years. Surely she could take a little more?

"Really? It's awful, isn't it?" It helps a little to know she's not entirely alone. What was that old Terran saying? 'No one is an island?' She'd gotten too used to being an island.

[azurestar]

He nods, with a pained clench of his jaw, staring hard at the ground in front of them. Again, he glows a bit and turns his own power against himself under the surface to mitigate the hex.

"It is… I've done a lot of things I'm ashamed of…" He lets out a shuddered breath, "And I…" He finds he can't continue, throat closing up. He shakes his head and lets it hang heavily as he tries to get a grip on his internal struggle.

[unphase]

She can see his jaw clench and guess at the pain, but she had no idea what that glow involved. Only that the Lance she knew in the other world couldn't do that, or at least hadn't in front of her.

"Haven't we all," she says, empathy clear in her voice. "I'm sorry. That you're in pain. I wish we had real doctors here, not just. What are they called? Blood Ministers?" Because she wants to haul his ass over to a real doctor, or better yet a mage specializing in healing magic.

[azurestar]

He lets out a shallow huff of breath and shakes his head.

"Don't worry about me. You've got your own pain to deal with… I'm sorry too." Sorry that she is dealing with her own pain from whatever crazy stuff is happening this month.

[unphase]

It's sort of impossible for her to not worry after people. That was probably how she became the Legion's unofficial confidante and counselor, people took their troubles to her and she did her best with them.

"If you're sure? I just--need to figure this out. I will eventually." But in the meantime, her head felt like it might split in two.