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i am hung with graveyard flowers;
Who: Ilde Decima and Hasi; OPEN
What: The water helps her.
Where: The Gross Tar; initially near her waterfall territory in Raven's Gate, after that various areas.
When: Givdi with Hasi; open after that through Shundi.
Notes: Specify time/place (if not Raven's Gate) if you tag in, please!
Warnings: Descriptions of LM:A-related horrors to follow in the thread with Hasi; discussion of rape & related fall out in thread with Jae.
When she finally goes down to the water, it feels so good that she hates herself for a moment sliding in, her clothes on the bank under an illusion. It soaks into her skin like she belongs there and she's glad that she got there first, that Hasi isn't there yet, because sinking into it hurts a little and it's-- not anybody's business what internal conflicts she's having. She just died. She's allowed to feel...whatever this is that she's feeling, and whatever it is she's going to feel it at the bottom of the river for a while, her tail catching light as it flicks up before she dives.
She'll surface, eventually.
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He presumes she doesn't do this often, but that would be presumption and his tone is light, open to correction, because Deacon doesn't fuckin' know where fairies go at night. He's talking now because he's sated, the night is young enough by vampire standards, and he likes Ilde about as much as Deacon Frost is capable of casually liking just anyone.
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"It's my river."
...they're Maryis' waters, Ilde; but she loves it and it suits her, city girl in a city river. She couldn't live in Mafaton indefinitely, no matter how much she loves it there, because this is what she needs and going without it for any length of time would make her sick. This is where she's meant to be and where she's best and she doesn't have to live in a house or sleep in a bed or wear clothes or have feet but it suits her to, so she does. Not all the time, and not all in seriousness - clothing is play, human rules are humoured - but she does, in part because she's spoiled.
The people she's attached her life to live in that world, so she'll stay there, but she doesn't need it, not really. She ties herself to it, but she knows she could let go.