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Valdis ([personal profile] redlightgreenlight) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-09-04 08:16 am

Lights Go Out and I Can’t Be Saved

Who: Valdis and Open with Some Closed
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her
When: September
Where: All over
Warnings: In each starter



Confusion never stops | Crichton | CW: None

Valdis hasn’t seen much of Crichton since she tried to remove Harvey last, but with her and Cassandra’s suspicions, she knows she needs to talk to him. He appears to be in his room on this particular evening, so she gently knocks on his door.

“Crichton?” She calls softly, trying to find the balance between worry and rage.

It’s not his fault that Harvey took over and started targeting people, but if he’s losing time again, she felt that he should have told her. Or at least somebody.

“Are you there?”

Closing walls and ticking clocks | Siffleur | CW: none

The one person she’s been avoiding is also the one person who she needs to see and it was only a matter of time before the two predators ended up in the same room by accident or on purpose. There’s a tightness in her chest when she sees Siffleur at one of the tables in Sand Dollar, anxiety perhaps. She’s been refusing soul energy again for fear of killing someone. She’d managed for awhile last time, but she knows she’s weakening herself by not having any backup.

But she still tries to ignore him, making some coffee and heading to a table with lots of room for escape should it be necessary.

Gonna come back and take you home | Open | CW: none

Valdis is struggling, but trying to keep her schedule as normal as possible. Meditation in the morning sunlight, sword practice in the afternoons. Reading a book from Cassandra in the spare quiet moments. Sometimes she practices what she’s reading, but mostly it seems frustrating for her and she’ll shut the book firmly before grabbing something else.

She’s doing her best to not withdraw from her friends, but she is less outgoing than people are used to, spending hours in the library or drawing people she knows on the ship.

Event Starters | Open | CW: The flowers are dangerous

Red Rose:
A rose by any other name is still as sweet and the red roses growing on vines in the library smell sweet. So sweet that anyone who smells them falls in love with the next person they lay eyes on. Valdis is wearing a makeshift mask and trying very hard to avoid getting too close to the flowers as she searches the shelves for a specific book.

Angels Trumpets:
Valdis sits in Sand Dollar reading, and another of her sits across the table, the one clearly trying to ignore the bookless one as she smirks and says in hushed tones:

“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten so weak. Trust is so human.”

Purple Hyacinth:
If her past self following her around hadn’t been bad enough, the purple hyacinths growing outside her door decided to make her day even worse. Faces of the people she’s killed, the ones in the village, keep coming to mind. People she knew. People who didn’t deserve it. People who had once been friends.

She’s back at the bar and drinking as much as she possibly can, making sure it’s not the non-alcoholic stuff. She needs the real stuff and anyone who sees her can clearly see that she has probably had too much, even if they know it doesn’t affect her.

I could not stop that you now know | Wildcard | CW: As Necessary

PM to discuss or just go for it!

teethoftherisk: (h thoughtful)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-09-08 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
There. At least they're being honest now. He can work with honest.

"You lost control, but you got it back. That's what matters. You'll likely lose control again, and you're right to be scared of that. But you'll come back, because this is your body, and it belongs to you first." He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice soft so no one overhears. "If it's too dangerous to take from them, take from me. Or from Jack, he'd volunteer if I told him details. You won't have to risk their lives, and you know the both of us won't mind. I know you don't want to kill, and I know this is a last resort, but starving yourself won't make you stronger if you're already feeling weak."

He puts his hand out to her, palm up. "I know how to help. I've done it before. I'll do it again. You can be scared, but you don't need to be scared alone."
teethoftherisk: (h hmm)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-09-09 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's always a weird sensation, not a pleasant one, but one he can tolerate. And despite her fears, she doesn't kill him. It doesn't hurt in a meaningful way either - not in a way that matters or lasts. It's like last time she did it, though it might have been lighter.

He nods. "I'm fine. I'll sleep it off like before. If you still feel nervous, text me and I'll meet up with you tomorrow to repeat it."

Siffleur knows she's not the kind of person to enjoy showing weakness, and he knows he's the worst kind of person to be weak around. But he makes the offer anyway. "Text me anytime. No judgment, no questions. Just tell me what you need. It's nobody's business but yours."
teethoftherisk: (h thoughtful)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-09-10 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He gives her a nod. Siffleur hopes she does text him. Though he understands why she wants to keep this to herself, this place can't afford that.

Siffleur would rather let her go now, forget the conversation happened, but there's another thing to say. "Last time this happened, you asked me not to tell Erin. I haven't. I don't need an answer, but if you haven't told her, you should."
teethoftherisk: (h arms crossed)

[personal profile] teethoftherisk 2023-09-11 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's all I ask." He's not her boss, not her sober companion, not anyone with a lick of power over her. But still, she's smart, he knows she can consider good advice even when she doesn't want to hear it. "Enjoy your book."

Whatever she's reading, he hopes it has something useful in it for her. He gives her a nod and gets up, heading back over to the counter to get his book and pen from their hiding place.