Bullet In A Bonfire [Invite]
Posted: 13 Mar 2018, 06:31
Between Amalea officially momma bearing her, and Every threatening to lock her in a hospital, Locryn hadn’t gotten the chance to go out and about often. Silas, the dead vampire whom she talked with yet could never see, was often like an alarm system that brought the hurricane right to her. It was an annoying system, really, but it had been obvious from the lack of conversation from her mistress that something was going on. Every hadn’t been very talkative when she’d returned from the shadow realm.
She often kept her thumbnail near her mouth, something that the thrall had noticed happened when she was stressed. She’d been doing a lot of pacing, too. It was something that Locryn noticed as she sat comfortably on the plush couch, watching her without words. “I sent the invitations that you asked for, including the alteration to the one. The emails that you wrote down should have worked, right?” Her fingers moved to scratch at the bandage where stitches remained underneath. Although she had perfect clarity of everything that had happened right up to the blood draining from her system, the two hadn’t spoken much about the throne room.
In some ways, she supposed Every just didn’t want to bring it up. That she’d almost died. In other ways, Locryn suspected that she was glad that she’d had the woman whom Every called Theodosia summon her when she did. It hadn’t been until afterwards that Every had revealed to Locryn that she didn’t notice that Amalea had become unhinged. Not until after she’d thought it all through, that she’d had time to process everything after she’d died. “I should have known. I should have told you take her home. I should have ordered you to take her home, Locryn.” The regret had been there, but she doubted that the shadow would ever vocalize it out loud.
Locryn didn’t mind helping that she’d allowed the other human to live. She’d preferred it, really, as she knew had Amalea died, Locryn would have followed. If not by the ancient vampire on the throne or the approaching guards, by Every once she’d returned from the shadow realm. As it was, the thrall was still on the mend from the last time she’d been in the hospital and once more on that stupid medication she’d been forced to take. “Do you think they’ll listen?” She questioned, unsurprised when she found that she was ignored. It was a common thing, really.
She often kept her thumbnail near her mouth, something that the thrall had noticed happened when she was stressed. She’d been doing a lot of pacing, too. It was something that Locryn noticed as she sat comfortably on the plush couch, watching her without words. “I sent the invitations that you asked for, including the alteration to the one. The emails that you wrote down should have worked, right?” Her fingers moved to scratch at the bandage where stitches remained underneath. Although she had perfect clarity of everything that had happened right up to the blood draining from her system, the two hadn’t spoken much about the throne room.
In some ways, she supposed Every just didn’t want to bring it up. That she’d almost died. In other ways, Locryn suspected that she was glad that she’d had the woman whom Every called Theodosia summon her when she did. It hadn’t been until afterwards that Every had revealed to Locryn that she didn’t notice that Amalea had become unhinged. Not until after she’d thought it all through, that she’d had time to process everything after she’d died. “I should have known. I should have told you take her home. I should have ordered you to take her home, Locryn.” The regret had been there, but she doubted that the shadow would ever vocalize it out loud.
Locryn didn’t mind helping that she’d allowed the other human to live. She’d preferred it, really, as she knew had Amalea died, Locryn would have followed. If not by the ancient vampire on the throne or the approaching guards, by Every once she’d returned from the shadow realm. As it was, the thrall was still on the mend from the last time she’d been in the hospital and once more on that stupid medication she’d been forced to take. “Do you think they’ll listen?” She questioned, unsurprised when she found that she was ignored. It was a common thing, really.