i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
29th-Dec-2013 06:18 pm
[ I won't be the one left behind this time!
Brady's scowling as usual, but with real anger this time. Anger, and a mounting sense of dread. Giving the frosted glass of their new prison a resentful punch only makes his knuckles throb with pain, but that's fine. Maybe it will clear his head a bit, make it possible to think again.
He can hardly stand to look at the knife and the bottle with the ominous markings.]
It'd have to be gold and covered in rubies. [ She never stops. ]
All right, I think I've accepted what must be done.
[ If their offer doesn't work, then she'll have to die. It's not the first time she's seen death, but something about their situation tugs at her mind. Her eyes fall back on the untouched knife in the room. ]
[He's about to say some smartass remark along the lines of "but then it won't stand out from all the other shiny stuff in the tent" when she brings up the potential manner of her death.
Brady's quiet for a minute, just until he can set aside his immense discomfort. After all....a 50/50 chance made for better odds than they were used to, but it was no guarantee. He was certainly cynical enough to understand that wishing and hoping rarely played a hand in one's luck.]
....dunno, is that how you'd wanna go out?
Edited (wow such typo much shame) 2013-12-30 10:36 am (UTC)
[ As if he wasn't going to cry regardless. ] So I'd have to be the one to do it otherwise it'll never get done.
[ Then something rare happens after she says that.
Severa shuts her mouth and doesn't speak anymore. Death is a serious enough topic, but to talk about it even when they're offering up valuable mementos for their lives? It's too much even for her. ]
Yeah, but.....I could still probably do it if things came down to that, if that's what ya wanted.
[He mutters this awkwardly under his breath, not fully sure why he's even saying it. As a healer, he's more than familiar enough with basic anatomy to make figuring out a quick, relatively painless way to end someone's life a frighteningly simple matter.....but the thought of having to do that to Severa is almost too horrible to be tolerated. It's just that, should the worst indeed come to pass, he wants to honor her last wishes, even should they include the request to have her life be ended by his hands.
.....
Silence from her is rare, and in this particular situation, not a relief in the slightest. Someone not quite so maladjusted might take this as an opportunity to draw Severa into a hug, but Brady just hesitantly rests one hand upon her shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.]
[ It's not very comforting, but the thought is appreciated only because she doesn't pull away. She's never noticed before how much strength he has in his grip or maybe that's just the weight of a tired man looking for rest? ]
Maybe if you could just tell me how to do it instead.
[ Her voice is barely above a whisper, but does it need to be any louder when he's this close? ]
[A nervous shifting of his weight from foot to foot.]
Uh, well......I can show ya where to use the knife, I guess. Bleeding out wouldn't be the quickest way to go, but you'd lose consciousness pretty fast. [He swallows hard.] Should be less painful than drinking whatever's in that bottle.
[ He would know better than she. All she's used to doing is cutting up monsters to ensure they won't get back up. The thought of cutting herself to bleed to death twists her insides up so much that she's grabbing at her stomach with her free hand. ]
Gods, this is really sick. I'm getting sick just thinking about it and you're over there calm as can be!
I ain't calm! [It's not as though he's detached from the situation — it's a struggle just to keep his voice level while discussing such a bleak outcome.] I don't like it any more than you do. It's just.....ya did ask.
I bet you're just relieved that I'm going to do it all on my own if I have to and that's why you're not freaking out. What if I said you had to help me, then what, you big crybaby?!
[Somehow, miracle of miracles, he resists throwing both hands up in the air. That particular breaking limit has not yet been reached.]
I wouldn't be any damn good to ya as a blubberin' mess, that's why! [And yet tears are welling up again anyway, already on the brink of falling. Blame her bringing up that deeply unsettling possibility.] And of course I'm gonna help ya if it comes to that! What, d'you think I'd turn my back on ya or something?!
[ There's no winning when it comes to Severa, hasn't he learned this by now? Only thing he can do to calm her down is offer a shopping trip and even that's negated by the decision looming over their heads. ]
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I was basically doing that already, so no worries there. And uh, of course I'd have to get a fancy plaque or statue or somethin' in yer honor.