saoirse quinn
she/her
twenty-eight
october 27th
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
executive
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
FLINT
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2021 9:54:58 GMT
She might’ve cried then, actually. Seeing Rinc was enough. The emotions which came clearest through his eyes were brutally unfamiliar to her. She’d been arrested out of the blue. He’d likely been at the apartment, cooking her food at the time, waiting for her to get home. Nothing amiss, then, boom, your world falls apart.The thought of feeling his skin, his breath… What she wouldn’t give to be up against his chest and in his arms, even one more time. It was all like a knife through her heart. And then, there was a fucking foot on her head. The waterworks which threatened were sucked up by an instantaneous draught. She was furious. Her jaw clenched in blood and vomit and she kicked but there was no one there to hit. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, SILPH.” It was dark, growling, and like she was swearing on the last tiny scrap of holiness she had left. Somehow, some way. Because ghosts were real.You’re fucking dead.She eyed up at those who had haunted her dreams for months already, from her weakened position on the floor, trying to gauge how much time she had left in such a situation. Her mind was beginning to give her out of body sensations, clipping away at her senses to salvage what it could. As her brain attempted to flee from trauma, she struggled to even process the dialogue of the trio around her. She was displaced from reality with a disorienting ripple like a metal wobble board.
“I’m so sorry, Rinc.” It was poorly placed and out of time, surely, and perhaps even spoken over.Her body still struggled occasionally against all forces, if only for the sake of not lying there in submission. That wasn’t her. Her attention, however hazy, returned to her old lover—or, what she could see of him, past Natalia’s equally broad shoulders. She was at their mercy, now. She could tell that much.The boss smoothed a hand down the edge of her red jacket and ashed her spectral cigar over Lulu’s cheek. “Sounds like icing on the cake.” She didn’t crouch to her level yet, merely eyeing straight down like one would from a top office for a long moment as though making a point. “I’d do this shit for free.” Then, she lowered. “Do you know why I took you in, Saoirse? Did you think I was scared of a fucking child?” Her voice was cool like the wind that followed the reaper. It didn’t match the daggers that were her words. “You had all the money in the world, girl, and you gave it up to kill by the side of people who were killing for it. And you think I’m evil?” She paused to let that sink in. “’My filthy rich family didn’t love me enough, woe is me.’ It’s sick, really. You’re textbook crazy. I picked you because you were the stupidest, most reckless bitch I had ever seen.” She paused for effect, turning her jaw a little to get a better look into her eyes. “And you gave me everything, didn’t you?”Lulu’s eyes couldn’t escape her, then. The woman blotted out everything else. She was forced into two parallel black holes, only they were blue. “You thought I was your Mummy.” The cigar was poked through the center of Lulu’s forehead. “I’d be ashamed.”With that, she stood again. “Your brain helped a lot, kiddo, but what really set you apart was your deranged behavior. I didn’t raise you to sit with me. I raised you to keep you on a fucking leash.” She sneered, and her head tilted to the side and eyes flashed pointedly towards Fernando. “Looks like you’ve traded hands. Things don’t change, do they?” Lulu was gutted, clearly. Things had been simplified for her, in a way that left her mentally grasping at straws to justify her life and the decisions she’d made. It was unfair in many ways, but Lulu was unable to see that at that moment. Guilt, embarrassment, and loneliness were things all too oppressive. Eventually, she seemed to begin an attempt to reason, “Rinc…” But he wouldn’t meet her eyes and she was cut off with a cold, “Just shut up, Saoirse.”Rinc was standing on the side of the woman who had ordered him dead. He understood where she was coming from. She still had his respect. All that had come into light had severed his love and anything positive he’d previously held in his heart for Lulu. Seeing the abandonment and rejection in his eyes with her own was a worse blow than any words could hope to deliver. From the other end of the situation, Lulu had been forced to run from the first instance of happiness she had ever known; the only love she’d ever been offered by even the smallest stretch. She’d left Galar for him, and him alone. To save him. But at that moment, she couldn’t manage to remember her reasoning for anything anymore.Feeling utterly alone in the world, she shivered and short-circuited. Then, Rinc took a step forward and got to her level. “You need to tell this man whatever he wants to know. I want my life back. I deserve it.” He sounded matter-of-fact, and then considered for a moment. His eyes were conflicted for two mere seconds before he concluded decisively: “And I want you dead.” The look in Lulu’s eyes flashed horror, and then, finally, a tear fell to mix with blood. Wait. “I did it to protect you.” Her voice was as broken as her heart, choking and breathless. He looked at her a moment, face not changing. “Yeah, well. That was stupid, wasn’t it?” He crossed his arms. “Tell him. You owe me.” “I can’t.” Cillian.“I can’t.”“I can’t...” I can’t breathe.Lulu began hyperventilating, shutting down into a full panic attack on the floor. The movement her body made was identical to the one she’d performed on the bed that morning after they’d slept together. She rolled in on herself, as much as she could with her restraints. Shutting out everyone. Shutting off.
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