Post by cyb on Feb 9, 2018 17:21:17 GMT
Family. She rolled the word around in her mind a bit before letting it drop off. Rye had a family, she supposed, somewhere. Another thing relegated to another time. Some strange bird chirped in a memory, unheard.
The wolf watched the vampire down a good third of the bottle in a few moments, more fresh bloody tears seeming to have appeared on her face and clothes in the brief time Rye had been acquiring the booze. Kaya had not at all stopped looking uncomfortable in this entire mess but now it was easier to consider. Had Rye ever seen her in sweats? Had Kaya ever really sat in an unpoised position before now? For a moment she looked almost – nah. (Human.)
Figures it would be her family, that seemed as reasonable as any other part of the past... time. Hour, maybe two hours. The wolf's harsh face contorted some with an eyebrow raised. “Not like I remember ever having any use for a pack.” There was never a bad time for dry humor.
When the bottle was freed up, Rye grabbed it for her own swig and felt the rich warmth set her chest ablaze, set it back down between them in reach of both. Kaya wasn't looking at her and so her own gaze traveled up to their aged ceiling. The heaviness in the softness in the other woman's voice was doing its best to settle in past her top-level defenses. When Kaya looked up and smiled, Rye knew it, and rolled her purple gaze and head to follow. “Yeah, well.”
She sighed into her reply. There has to be something to say to that. The words came out like doing woodwork. “You've been alive forever, tell me if I'm wrong. Every supernatural... thing, doesn't get a choice in what they are. By birth, attack, or by some stupid spell. Whatever. Any number of shitty options,” she lazily rotated her wrist and hand as if shuffling away a list, “Redemption and happy endings are for humans to write into stories that get them through the night. The rest of us, we. Have to make our own way in a different set of time. Even if none of us asked for this,” goddammit she was really trying here, “You're cursed. Your family's cursed. Every one of us is going to live out some weird, personal hell because of what we are. You and your man fell in love anyway. You opened a club where other cursed freaks get to go and – I don't know, go and not be alone? Seems to matter to them, at least.
And as far as listening goes, fuck that, because -” She pointed to the booze and spooled up a low-key shit-eating smirk. “We have this so we don't have to listen when we don't want to. Keeping on with you gives me plenty of good reasons to drink."
The wolf watched the vampire down a good third of the bottle in a few moments, more fresh bloody tears seeming to have appeared on her face and clothes in the brief time Rye had been acquiring the booze. Kaya had not at all stopped looking uncomfortable in this entire mess but now it was easier to consider. Had Rye ever seen her in sweats? Had Kaya ever really sat in an unpoised position before now? For a moment she looked almost – nah. (Human.)
Figures it would be her family, that seemed as reasonable as any other part of the past... time. Hour, maybe two hours. The wolf's harsh face contorted some with an eyebrow raised. “Not like I remember ever having any use for a pack.” There was never a bad time for dry humor.
When the bottle was freed up, Rye grabbed it for her own swig and felt the rich warmth set her chest ablaze, set it back down between them in reach of both. Kaya wasn't looking at her and so her own gaze traveled up to their aged ceiling. The heaviness in the softness in the other woman's voice was doing its best to settle in past her top-level defenses. When Kaya looked up and smiled, Rye knew it, and rolled her purple gaze and head to follow. “Yeah, well.”
She sighed into her reply. There has to be something to say to that. The words came out like doing woodwork. “You've been alive forever, tell me if I'm wrong. Every supernatural... thing, doesn't get a choice in what they are. By birth, attack, or by some stupid spell. Whatever. Any number of shitty options,” she lazily rotated her wrist and hand as if shuffling away a list, “Redemption and happy endings are for humans to write into stories that get them through the night. The rest of us, we. Have to make our own way in a different set of time. Even if none of us asked for this,” goddammit she was really trying here, “You're cursed. Your family's cursed. Every one of us is going to live out some weird, personal hell because of what we are. You and your man fell in love anyway. You opened a club where other cursed freaks get to go and – I don't know, go and not be alone? Seems to matter to them, at least.
And as far as listening goes, fuck that, because -” She pointed to the booze and spooled up a low-key shit-eating smirk. “We have this so we don't have to listen when we don't want to. Keeping on with you gives me plenty of good reasons to drink."