lavi, attie
she/her
Nineteen
July 2
Petalburg City, Hoenn
pansexual
Aspiring scientist
Civilian
let no one think of me as humble or weak or passive; let them understand i am of a different kind.
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Lavinia Kubrick
[M] gift
POSTED ON Oct 3, 2024 23:41:57 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","pilots lavinia"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","subtextbox"] [attr="class","lyrics"] i have a heart of stone and iron; i will be called[break]fortunate, and my head will be crowned with stars. [attr="class","border"] [attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"] Despite the worry and the fear coiled in her stomach like a pair of snakes; despite how fervently she wished that Kat would be right, that Chrys would somehow — by nothing short of a miracle — be fine; and despite love for her sibling being the root of all this burning, ugly rage... Despite all of that, Lavinia can't quite bring herself to be repentant when terror grips them and they recoil. Quite the opposite, she feels her pleasure grow. She thinks, Good. They deserve to know what they inflicted on me, even just an ounce of it.[break][break] Of course, though, things are never that easy. Not with anyone in her family, least of all with Chrysanthe. The middle child is every bit as unapologetic as her older sister, and oh, they don't stop there either. Lavinia's expression, transformed with severity, barely twitches at their words; but when they plead with the Gardevoir she rushes forward madly, pleading — begging — in turn, "Chrys! Chryssy, wait, please —"[break][break] She strains to catch her sibling's wrist, to at least be teleported away with them, but the pain makes itself felt just at the worst moment and then… [break][break] Then Chrysanthe is gone. [break][break] "Oh," is all Lavinia says before she sinks to her knees. [break][break] I'm so pathetic, she thinks upon collapsing after hours spent avoiding this very display of utter weakness. She has to get up, she has to keep moving, reach Chrys again — but she can't, and it's got nothing to do with her fucking ankle. I have to. Even if I can't, I have to.[break][break] She tries her damned best, legs shaking violently, only for them to splay beneath her again before either of her Pokémon can reach her side. As for Chrysanthe's, they might not be there for all the attention Lavinia affords them (though her Hatterene looks poised to strike at the Iron Valiant). Still on the ground, she lets out a sound much like a sob — [break][break] — only it turns out to be more of a humorless laugh, as she throws her head back and goes on laughing until it causes her physical pain. [break][break] "Kalliope," she says, commanding even while hoarse, "after them. I don't care how far from me you have to go, so long as you find them. Incapacitate their team if you must. Linus —"[break][break] Before she can command him, the Espeon's head comes to rest against her shoulder. Her expression falls, the anger drains out of her like water, and she takes up sobbing with enough force to hurt her throat. What birds remain in the devastated forest take wing, startled, while she hides her face in her hands and bursts into tears. [break][break] I hate you.[break][break] Of course they do, Lavinia thinks wildly, her whole body trembling. She's a failure of a daughter and a failure of a sister, not only letting her little sibling get away right under her nose but scaring them like that and enjoying it. Of course they do. Only hatred explains why they're causing her so much heartache. [break][break] "Isn't it funny, Doireann?" She asks her sister's Mawile after lifting her face and seeing his fearful expression. "I wanted to ask Chrys if they hate me. If they want me to suffer." A sound that's half a laugh and half a sob bubbles from her lips. "In the end… I didn't have to ask at all."[break][break] Still weeping, she grips Linus for support and rises to her feet, albeit unsteadily. The Hatterene, too, comes to try and hold her up despite its small body. For once she doesn't lash out over her orders going unheeded, instead wiping at her face with her sleeve — to little effect. Even with the water flowing of its own accord, though, she fans the smoldering remains of the fire in her chest and it roars back to life. [break][break] "Doireann and… You there — I swear, there's just too many of you — when did Chrys even get a Para — Ugh," this last is said as she takes a false step and damn near twists her ankle a second time. "Anyway, help me out here, Kalliope is too light to lean on. More importantly… Any idea where Gardevoir might have taken my sister?" 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