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knightsoflegend2015-04-05 02:10 pm
coldheritage) wrote in knightsoflegend2015-04-05 02:10 pm
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CHAPTER FOUR ♔ does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love
WHO || Failboat, Rafael, Isabella, Nadia [Closed]
WHAT || After an exciting Grammy night, the Knights meet up with Nadia to hear what she has to say
WHERE || Staples Center, LA --> Warehouse
WHEN || Feb 8th, 2015 [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam
[ The Knights' mission to stop the signal and prevent Draken's cult from spreading whatever subliminal message was lurking beneath Keijen Blade's performance was a success. It didn't come without its bumps in the road, however: Alexander Anderson showed up, and the Knights ran afoul of the Mind Master. Buffy nearly died fighting Anderson, but in the end, he was defeated, beheaded, and hopefully put to death forever. Finnick, though, found himself thrust into a mental illusion that convinced him he might still be in the Hunger Games, and left him uncertain about whether any of his life here was real.
Another surprise came in the form of an announcement by Nadia Reichenov, an artist working with Crombe and company, that she was changing her band name and taking things in a 'new direction'. This direction was perhaps revealed when after her performance, she approached the Knights in Rafael's dressing room - and handed them the necklace that connects her to the Nightmare God Malaak'a, saying she was willing to tell them everything. ]
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[ She turns back towards him, drumming up a reluctant smile as she accepts, finally, that the world has leaked in whether they wanted it to or not. The spell's broken, and they're not cloistered away from the horrors of it in their own private fantasy anymore. But then, they'd probably never reclaimed it after Burt came knocking. Not truly. ]
You know, I seem to remember a standing Friday night phone date that we both let slide last time we split. [ She eyes him thoughtfully, then decides. ]
Tell you what. If I don't call you by Friday, [ she steps in and takes his hand. ] Call me instead. Don't let Burt sell you on some super-sized boyfriend in Chicago. You can catch me up on how your tour's going, and I can tell you about the tasteless food and crappy weather of dear ol' England.
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[ That's ok his silence on the subject reads as confirmation of all jealous/insecure implications to Buffy, and she's positively beaming. After a moment, the look softens out some, and she takes a moment's silence to really commit this moment to memory.
Then she drops her chin, raising one hand to tuck hair behind her ears. ] You should get going. Commercial airlines wait for no man, no matter how many Grammys he has.
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[ She sighs, wistful and guilty. It kills her to stand by and watch Myri lose everything she holds dear like this with nothing she can do. There's no monster to fight. No battle to win. Just loss. Meanwhile, Buffy gets to try to juggle the loss she feels for Myri (and the loss she's still processing personally in Finnick's catatonia—he is, after all, a friend) with her own sense of nascent romantic bliss. ]
Once we get back to the castle, things will be better. Wynn will know what to do. We'll find a way to fix this; I know it. [ She has to commit herself to that, nodding her determination and looking up at Rafael with strained optimism. A smile flickers weakly on her lips. ] And I'll see you again soon.
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[ She squeezes his hand in return, stepping closer. ]
Well. [ She can't say "I'm here" because she won't be. But ... ] You know how to reach me.
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I will not forget. [ he doesn't release her hand, even as he drops his gaze to the floor ] And before you go...
Buffy, I would have you know that though things have never been easy with me in the time you have known me, that you should never doubt one thing.
[ he lifts his eyes to hers again, reaching to clasp her hand with his other one as well ] That I care a great deal for you, as I do for no one else. I do not know what lies ahead for us, but I do know that every future I consider in which you do not play some part is the darkest I can imagine.
You have been very patient, more, I confess, than I am deserving. I do not want you to think that what you have suffered for it means nothing to me. It is, in fact, the opposite of this.
It is because it means so much that I do not wish to promise or ... decide anything now. Not like this. [ that apology returns to his eyes, and a plea for understanding, acceptance of the explanation for what it is ]
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I understand. [ She tries for some wry levity as she adds in her nonchalance, ] It's not really a good time for anyone to be starting anything. Whatever happens … [ She draws in a deep breath as if she's steeling herself to return to status quo. ] I'm not going anywhere.
And sooner or later, I know you'll see yourself the way I do. Deserving. [ Strength gathers in her smile. ] Of a lot more than patience.
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[ She nods, and takes a step back. The distance between them helps her to let that be a final goodbye, and she turns to cross the room and head for the door (will save 31).
Once they get out of the room, it'll be easier. There'll be more motivation to resist PDA when Rafael's got the kind of attention on him that he does, especially now. After all, she'd been the one to tell Burt not to turn her into a tabloid. ]
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