you can keep on getting better [open]

[hauntedsavior]

Who: Anna Amarande and you!
What: May catchall
When: May
Where: A bar in Cellar Door, other locations to come

Content Warnings: Light alcohol use, conversations about humanity and murder, blood, vampirism

a. if you want, you can buy yourself a drink [at the bar]

[anna's made plans with a couple people to hang out this month. it's not a tense environment at all, and sometimes she can even be seen on the tiny little stage playing some chilled out bass grooves for the patrons. no concrete songs, really, mostly just improv for vibes. when she's not on stage, and most of the time she's not, she's nestled herself down into a booth down near the end. it's quiet, well-lit but not obtrusively so. people around here know her and know that that's basically her seat, so any conversations that happen there are as private as they're gonna get.]

[she's expecting a few people to show up as she nurses a beer that's so weak she might as well not be drinking anything at all. probably for the best that she's sober for these talks, whatever they end up bringing with them.]

Hey. Glad you could make it. [she tilts her drink at her guest.]

b. no you'll never drink like me [for kainé]

[there's always been a few problems with going out and hunting beasts, no matter how confident and comfortable it makes anna feel. no matter how many lives she saves, she's always putting herself at risk of corruption or injury or beasthood or all three, and one of these days it's gonna sneak up on her. all at once, extremely loudly and incredibly close.]

[anyway, when she comes back home this time, it's clear that she's been in better shape. she limps her way into the house, and she's at least cognizant enough to fix her roommate/girlfriend with a sheepish little look as she holds her side. the cloth there isn't dripping yet, but it's clear that it didn't start as red as it is now.]

Motherfucker out there got the best of me. [she's talking like she's not in pain, or like she's trying very hard to pretend she isn't.] I think I stopped most of the bleeding myself. Don't suppose we've got anything here that can help seal it up before I go to the doctor?

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[entreats]

[ Strong enough.

Ange isn't sure about that part - mostly when it comes to herself, though it's easy to draw the parallel with how similar Anna seems to her. Maybe the other isn't so sure about that part either. How do you know if you're ever strong enough if things like these keep ending up making you fumble, just when you think you've become strong enough to no longer be affected by them?

But the other part of what Anna says, that is-- ]

Of course.

[ Her voice is heavy. So tired.

She doesn't know everything Anna has been through, sure. But the stuff she's seen, the stuff she's heard - it tells her enough. ]

It's been heavy enough already. For both of us. [ In their own ways. It's what bothers Ange about the entire Sayo situation, or about the situation with this person Anna is talking about now.

It all feels so unnecessary. ]

We.. deserve better.

[ Better than worlds that keep letting them down. ]

[hauntedsavior]

[anna extends her hand again if ange wants to take it. this conversation has been difficult, but she wants her friend to know that they are still friends, and they're friends who are in this together—that is, if ange wants that. it's her decision. it's always everyone else's decision.]

We deserve better. You deserve better, Ange. Better than being, I don't know, some chess piece for the gods to pick up and throw around a great cosmic board. [best not to think about which conversation had brought that to her mind again.]

It's why I'm going out and trying to rescue people from pirates whenever I can. I can't fight back against the gods, but I sure as hell can try to help these people find some fucking agency in their lives here. I can help them start things off without being at the mercy of whatever's sailing around out there.

I don't... know how much it really helps. [she admits it suddenly, like she's not totally in control of the words she's saying.] But I feel like it does something to put some good back into this world. And maybe that'll help tip the scales back in our favor one of these days.

[entreats]

[ Ange does reach back to hold Anna's hand again.

She doesn't seem to hesitate about it, even. ]

I hope so.

[ Ange can't be sure of it, but.. at the same time, she's been pretty much doing the same. Always looking out for her friends in this rough place, and even - though she'd be less willing to admit it - helping out new people. Trying to do some good in this place to even out the scales, just as Anna puts it here. ]

I don't know how much better we can make our particular circumstances. [ Considering just how often fate seems like a bird determined to shit on their newly washed car. It's something they share. ] But maybe we can at least make this place itself better.

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah.

[she squeezes ange's hand one more time as she looks up towards the stage. someone's signaling at her, and she closes her eye and starts to get up, but she's not gonna let go of ange's hand yet.]

And I'm about to do another small part of my own. You don't have to stick around if you don't want to, but I'll dedicate something to you if you want.

[entreats]

I'll stay.

[ Now she can feel herself calming down a little bit more, anyway. In fact, she feels like it might be a more wise decision to remain seated here where she's still relatively in private until she's 100% sure she's fully calmed down.

And being able to listen to Anna more is just a nice extra.

There's a small pause, and then Ange manages to say, a tad more lightly, like a gentle tease: ]

I don't think you're going to make it up on that stage though if you keep holding my hand.

[hauntedsavior]

[and anna laughs back. things aren't gonna be good between them, not the way they were before this conversation, but things seem to be okay now, and she'll take that. they can talk about this more later, when things are... god, anna doesn't even know. after the conversation with sayo, maybe. but maybe not.]

[she lets go of ange's hand with reluctance, but with a promise that this isn't gonna be the last time they hold hands like this, either.]

See you from the spotlight, kid.