manhattan ♔ there is no knot so steadfast | it won't go broke in the middle of monsoons

[silvermaid]

♬ two years before the mast - astronautalis

WHO || Violet Reedhym, Luthir Reedhym, Myrilandel de Tanos, Finnick Odair, Anastacia O'Keefe, Faith O'Keefe, Nicholas Starkweather
WHAT || The Knights attempt to free Vi from the influence of the Nightmare God Malaak'a
WHERE || Manhattan, New York
WHEN || June 7th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Some choices are almost impossible to make. For a year, the Knights have watched Violet fading, the way she always does with the winter thanks to her connection to her mother Persephone. Except in this case, there was no getting better with the arrival of spring. If anything, she's only spiraled further into depression, and it's clear that if this continues, it will spell the end of her sooner than later.

Keijen Blade appeared to several of the Knights in their dreams, to caution them of Vi's impending fate, and to tell them that their plan to save her will end in blood. Of course, he had his own alternative to offer: that she take a deal from Malaak'a that would allow the god to see through her eyes into this world. Realizing that the plan offered by Sehanine to use Faith O'Keefe's dreamwalking ability to sever the connection might simply result in someone giving their life to save hers, Vi agreed to take the offer in one month. However, on the evening of their wedding, Luthir talked her into going through with the goddess' plan, promising not to go into her dream with them.

Their car pulls up in front of Des' horrible rundown apartment building, where they're meant to track down Nicholas Starkweather - a friend of Des', who is apparently also a unicorn. Look, he knows people.

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[65]

[finnick looks over at nick like WERWATEY???????????????

that's it. that's the tag.]

[graveflowers]

[ vi can't even begin to contribute to the explanation, nor viciously slap nick for daring to say that this was a good way to die. he should have died old, in his sleep with his arms wrapped around her and their entire lives, happy and full, behind them. she doesn't give one iota of a fuck about a baby that barely exists. she's too busy sobbing against finnick, nearly catatonic in her grief. ]

[witchwoman]

It's not an ending. Nothing is ending. [Things were supposed to get better now. She should have gone in there. She could have done something. But somewhere in her panic to try to fix this (because in the back of her mind she is very aware that a creature born of suicidal thoughts poured out of Vi's dreamworld, which terrifies her of what might happen if they can't bring Luthir back), she hears enough of what Nick says to turn her head towards him.]

Did you say..? [And she finally looks over at Vi.] Child?

[silvermaid]

She's pregnant? [ WOW WHY DIDN'T ANYONE MENTION THAT ONE GOING INTO THIS thinks anastacia ]

[graveflowers]

[ oh words, she found 'em, however quiet they may be and however fleeting they are before she's weeping again. ] I don't want it, I want him.

[witchwoman]

[Myri rocks back, all of this information sinking in. Oh god, she's going to be sick. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen.]

[graveflowers]

Keijen said this would happen, he said it would end in blood. Why didn't I listen? Why did it have to be Luthir?

[65]

[just gonna keep holding her rn.] I'm sorry, Vi.

[graveflowers]

Make him come back. I don't want do this anymore, I don't want do this without him. He said he'd stay as long as I needed him, he promised. I just want him back. [ she manages to lift her head from finnick's shoulder, looking up at nick and faith and anastacia, disconsolate. ] Bring him back. Please.

[moonheart]

[ faith looks at her mom, a helpless expression in her eyes as she explains hesitantly. ] They fought a shadow. And it... it turned him into one.

[desperatewarning]

[Nick just... looks at the floor.] I'm sorry, Vi.

[graveflowers]

Stop saying sorry! [ she jerks to her feet, wrenching out of finnick's arms. she's not exactly steady, she wants to throw up, or pass out, but she manages to stay on her feet. ] I don't want condolences! I want my fucking husband back! What is the point of your magic if it doesn't do anything!

[silvermaid]

If you'd like some of us to leave, we'll understand. [ after all, myri and finnick are like her family, but the o'keefes and nick are probably just bad reminders of what just happened right now. ]

[graveflowers]

[ just as abruptly as she stood, she sits, this time on the couch. everything hurts, breathing hurts. it's not the same as the crippling depression she slogged through for so many months. it's not standing on the edge of a chasm, too much effort to move in either direction but not giving a shit which way the wind blows. it hurts. she can feel herself falling apart like she's a doll and the thread holding her together is fraying.

she can feel everything. and not just emotionally, she can feel the tears that keep rolling down her cheeks, sticking to her eyelashes and making her lips taste like salt. she can hear her nails scratching against the couch. and all she can see, no matter where she looks, is luthir slumped against the ground fading into shadow. ] Can I use your phone? I need to call Wynn.

[desperatewarning]

Yes. Of course. [He goes to fetch a cordless phone off the desk and hands it off to her.]

[graveflowers]

[ this is gonna be hella awkward. she takes the phone without looking at nick. she can't muster the ability to feel bad about shouting at all of them even though she knows she should. there's too much grief and sorrow to allow any other emotion to see the light of day. she doesn't look at anyone, she can't.

but she dials the number, somehow remembering the +44 for international calls to england... it's the little things and she's singularly focuses on this one little thing. (wis 20 total) ring ring, bananaphone for the karthur institute. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri knows that Vi wasn't really directing her shouting at her. And even if she was, it comes from a place of grief and pain. She knows that. But it still stings. This is twice now where someone that mattered a great deal to the people she wanted to keep safe had died right in front of her. How could she ever hope to protect any of them? She can't bring herself to get up from her spot on the floor in front of Luthir's remains. She doesn't want Vi to think she gave up. But there's nothing she can do. The thread of life that tethered him to this existence has crumbled away with his body.]

[wynn]

[ i'm assuming she's calling wynn directly at least. so he will pick up. ]

Hello.

[graveflowers]

Hi. It's Violet. [ she sounds like an actual child calling her dad to tell him she was in a car accident in his car with people riding inside even though that is against the rules and possibly the law. like she is genuinely concerned he is going to be mad and blame her. because she sure does. ] Um... [ she takes a few shaky breaths, eyes drifting back to the floor, the shadow dust caught in the carpet. ] Luthir... died. He died and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry.

[wynn]

[ there's a silence for a few beats on the other end. but wynn has taken many of these calls before, unfortunately, so he recovers. he asks with an urgent surge of concern: ] ... Are the rest of you safe, at the moment? [ for all he knows, vi was so broken up that she called in the middle of a firefight or something ok ]

[graveflowers]

Yeah. We won. [ what a hollow sounding victory. ] It's over.

[wynn]

And the... condition of Sir Reedhym's remains? [ is he rezzable ]

[graveflowers]

Ash and dust. [ her face crumples into tears again, but she managed the answer so a million points for her for fixating on this one thing she can still do. ]

[wynn]

[ silence again for a moment. ] Understood. I... can't express how much this news pains me as well. For now, the details can wait.

Remain with your team. We'll... make arrangements.

[graveflowers]

Okay. I'm sorry. [ she hangs up without saying goodbye, dropping the phone in her lap because holding it is a difficulty she doesn't want to bother with. she's quiet for a while before she realizes that she should... relay his half on the conversation. ] Wynn says he'll make arrangements for... [ for her dead oreo crumb husband. she licks her lips and quietly adds, ] Please don't tell anyone about... it.

[ that would be the baby. ]