i'll wait, so show me why you're strong

[ravagers]

[ Generally, people need time to cope and gather themselves after a... thing... like that. Unfortunately, that's not how Vanille sees it. Her thing is avoid, and once she gets out of that hellhole that's the courtroom, she makes her way to the supplies closet, then to the library. She spends some time setting up things, pushing things aside to make room. Once she's finished, and she's met up with the Party Brigade, she makes enough invitations for everyone. She slips them under everyone's doors, or hands them out if she sees someone walking around.



Inside the library, there are candles set up to provide some soft, comforting lighting. There are pots of tea, courtesy of Mercy, pancakes made by Viktor, and books (picked out by Estelle, of course) laid out on the surrounding tables. The others have provided their own touches, and Vanille's even managed to make something: sugar cookies, which are actually very good. They're flavored lightly with all sorts of flavors--not all in the same cookie, okay--and each plate is marked with whatever flavor she's put in them.

After a successful trial, it's healthy to indulge, right? Let's mingle. ]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh wow, this kid. This kid has a death wish. Elda doesn't hiss per se, but she does make a threatening noise and breaks the last bit of distance, pressing her nail very gently against his eyelid. And the other hand goes up to his neck, her eyes sharp on his open eye ]

What're you bringing her up for? She's not here, and neither's your wannabe mommy.

[uncouthhatcher]

[He inhales sharply, pretty aware he should stop now or soon at the very least, and he's gonna grab the wrist that's got the nail to his eye tightly.]

Am I wrong?

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda is able to hold her wrist in place, but so too is he. It's a struggle that essentially holds the same position. She smirks, baring her fangs as a her eyes even out. She scoots her hips a little bit closer. Her hand end up loosely around his neck. ]

Does it matter? I'm paying back your request and I'm still stronger than you.

[uncouthhatcher]

Just sayin' you won't kill me.

[Which doesn't relax him, and he's trembling just a bit, but he'll shake his head.]

I'm in enough shit already, though, you mind gettin' off? We can do this some other time. Don't need Silver comin' in and attackin' you for thinkin' you're gonna off me or anything like that, he was pretty damn upset at me for what I pulled earlier.

[matchbreaker]

[ Won't kill him??? Huh. ]

What are you talking about, kid?! That's all the better, he openly said he was gonna beat you up! Just gotta make it look like he accidentally killed you!

[ Getting into this idea, anger comes over her face as she presses a little harder on his neck with the one hand, though she does move the claw from his eye, at least ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He's gritting his teeth, using his other hand to push roughly at her shoulder to try and release that little bit of pressure, nip it in the bud.]

He's my family, I ain't leavin' him alone! So get off!

[matchbreaker]

You don't have the power here, brat!

[ she shoves back against his shove. Having lost some strength she is pushed, but she manages to quickly right herself and get right back to getting now both hands around his neck, applying enough pressure to be uncomfortable.

Or such is the plan ]