chicago ♔ it’s a tragedy to be left only with memories

[savemyself]

WHO || Failboat and friends [Closed]
WHAT || As the trial drags on, the Knights spend their last few months in Chicago and tensions mount
WHERE || Various locations, Chicago
WHEN || November 21st - The end of the trial?? [Back AND Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order


Everybody loves a media circus and the trial of Rafael Giovanni is no exception. If he was famous before, in the days following the shooting, now he's all people are talking about, and all the tabloids want to focus on. The complications presented at some of the early hearings by Jaka, regarding the identity of the Black Scourge and Rafael's alleged reaction have only made the story more appealing to the millions watching.

They've also caused the trial to drag out for months as facts are checked, evidence is poured over, and the jury becomes only more split on the issue. In the meantime, the holidays fly by, and one of the most terrible winters in years blankets Chicago in blizzards.

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in Chicago, immediately following the last log and continuing for the next couple months. This will be the Knight's last time in Chicago before the trial: after which they plan to return to the castle to fully Knight Violet and Elena and decide where to head next.

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.

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[witchwoman]

[When he turns to look at her over his shoulder, her eyes drop out fear that she'll break down. Unfortunately, she can't stop the way her voice cracks with emotion.]

Is that what you think of me? That I'm here out of some judgement?

[He tone drops quieter.] If it were me, could you just watch this happen?

[She's afraid to know the answer that last question. If she was hurting as bad as she can feel he is, she wouldn't want her friends and loved ones to just wait it out. She would want people to fight to help her. Unfortunately, even with her insight on how other people feel, it doesn't help her much to know how to react, so she can only base that off of her own experience.]

[65]

[he was familiar enough with his own behavior; he'd seen it in other victors. but no, they never reached out for each other, not really. because there was a mutual understanding of why they were all fucked up, and what could they do, really? snow would have their asses if he felt they were getting too cozy, anyway. it was always better to avoid giving him the opportunity. but he can't bring himself to say that, can't answer that question in a way he feels will just prove her point of how awful he is.]

You gave me an ultimatum and made me feel even worse for wear because now I know that I'm hurting you. But I can't just ... flip a switch and be the same person I used to be. I don't know where that person is right now.

[and then, quietly] I'm sorry.

[witchwoman]

I haven't asked you to flip a switch. But can you please understand that you're asking me to do just that? All the things you say I am, all the things you think you're not... I can't just stop that. I can't just sleep beside you in this bed and feel worlds apart and not say anything. [She throws a hand out to gesture to the door, back out to the rest of the suite.] I feel as though all I do with the others sometimes is pretend. And it kills me. I can't do that with you- not anymore. I won't.

[She wants the words to be firm, but all she wants to do is collapse and cry. Tears slip down her cheeks, but she won't touch them, won't bring attention to them by brushing them away.]

[65]

[ ♬ lies - eli lieb

he feels like retorting that pretending is ALL HE EVER DOES and he understands. he understands because it used to be easy with her. he could be himself with her. but he can't do that, either — because "himself" seems to be something she no longer wants.

his face stays pressed against his pillow; he can't look at her anymore as the words come out even quieter than his last statement, barely even audible.]

Then don't.

[witchwoman]

[A long silence stretches between them, as Myri looks on at him, turned away from her. Her eyes close briefly, more tears coming, and she couldn't form words right now if she tried. The only sound is that of her rising from the mattress, Amaranth leaving his perch as well to trail after her as they both leave the room. The door clicks shut behind her. She has to get out of there, has to make sense of it. She can't be here anymore. Everything hurts too much.]