forgetyourusedtobe | Є022 video

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[Elena likes to spends her time surrounded by nature. She's been on the Barge for a while now, but the cold metals of most of the Barge is unsettling to her and she'd much rather spend time surrounded by green. So, she's taken herself to the CES. She still finds it so fascinating that it's able to create a fake world like this that seems so real without the assistance of magic, but she doesn't bother trying to pick it apart and instead simply enjoy what's there.]

[Elena has spread out a blanket and a few pillows where she is seated. She's brought food and drink with her as well. She's settled herself down beside a quiet brook in the middle of the woods. She feels right at home here. Elena is smiling when the communicator is turned on. She's using magic to hold it away from herself. It still feels strange being able to use it so openly, but you won't hear any complaints from her.]

If anyone should like to join me in the CES for a picnic, you are welcome to. I've brought enough to share.

((ooc: all responses will from from

persanguinem. elena is a witch a la merlin. she was orphaned as a baby and raised by a noble family. she's since faked her death after she learned she could do magic to spare her family the shame.))

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[He stands slowly as the heat ebbs, running a hand over his face. It's the fact that she does release him that has to do with why he doesn't flee while he can: what's the point? Death isn't death, it's an endless loop here and he just. doesn't. care.

Bending forward, then crouching, the smirk makes its way back to his face.]

Oh, come now. Don't tell me you're expecting hellfire. You don't strike me as the sort to wind up down there.

[Not that he believes in it. Not that he has ever believed in any of it.]

You strike me as weak.

And what did I do to deserve backhanded compliments all of a sudden? Did you find some manners there on the ground?

Do you know what you're problem is, Elena? You're too afraid to do exactly what you want to. Hold back a little less. It's not flattering on you.

Funny, I was about to say the opposite of you.

[Elena doesn't think of herself as any more or less restrained than anybody else with a moral compass. In fact, she's felt freer here on the Barge than she has in years back home.]

But then again, there really isn't much hope for you, is there? You'd rather just keep ramming into a wall than perhaps try to change direction and look for something better for yourself.

[He laughs outright, balancing on his toes, hands on his knees. He actually lifts his head and barks that laugh up, as if he's addressing nature, as if to ask, can you believe this?

When he looks back at her, he's still smiling, but it's not in his eyes.]

I'm on a prison ship in space where nothing can really hurt me.

[His smile widens, teeth flashing. Even the pain she causes - or maybe especially - is fleeting.] What could be better?

Living.

[She says it simply and offers no explanation.]

[Elena can't pretend to like him as she can for others. But she can't pretend as though she isn't aware on some small level what he masks behind that arrogance and cruelty. People aren't simply born that way, they're made. She doesn't know what made him, but she knows there was likely something better once.]

[He snorts and shrugs expansively. Death has broadened his gestures, made him more arrogant.]

I'm afraid it's a few months too late for that. I am very, very dead, my lady.

And yet how much of that is by choice?

[He can fool himself all he likes, but Elena won't be blind willingly.]

[He is very, very good at fooling himself. He snorts.]

Who chooses to die?

You wouldn't? Or haven't?

[His brow comes together and he stands to look down at her. He doesn't miss Vesper. He doesn't grieve her. But there is a strange kind of pressure in his chest, when he thinks about her choosing to die.

It makes him antsy, and he snorts.]

I didn't.

You only chose to turn off your humanity.

[He spreads his arms.]

I'm afraid so, darling. Not giving a damn is so much easier for us all.

Is it? It seems to me that you're only creating more unnecessary problems for yourself in the long-run.

You can't pretend to not care forever.

[He rolls his eyes skyward and heaves a sigh.]

It's not pretending. I just don't care anymore. Shame you can't see what I'm talking about.

[He cocks his head to the side, and holds out his wrist.]

Unless you'd like to.

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