Waking up is unpleasant and hard-coming. Amelia keeps consciousness for seconds at a time, then falls away again. Eventually her eyes open and she blinks a few times. It feels like time has passed but she doesn't remember falling asleep. Actually, that keeps happening.
Her first sight is the ceiling, flared bright orange and slightly purple, like a fading bruise. Caleb, you louse... Amelia knows those aura colors anywhere. There really isn't any reason for Caleb to have dragged Tara out here... Amelia's breathing goes up a little as she looks around. Where is 'here'?
"With such a lovely service, and here all I left you in my will was a dead rat in a box," she quips with half a smile.
Amelia glances over at Tara, her face sort of neutral. "I don't expect anything. I mean if it was Caleb I wouldn't, I wasn't forgiving, and Ibn's told me, I know, I forgot what I could live with. I know I can't fix it now I know it's not that simple."
"Not it's not," she admits. "But God forgives. I'll get there. Don't stress about me." then the thought occurs to her. "Christie...she has her problems. She was looking for something and she's currently blaming me for not finding it. I'm honestly not sure at this point what either of us could have done with Louis being Louis."
Amelia flinches minutely at the mention of Louis. Pigshit. One of these days, he's going to be a bloody lump on the end of some inmate's knife. It couldn't happen to a better person.
"I tried," she says a bit hopelessly. "I broke a bottle across his head, I threatened, I thought-- maybe he'd stay away."
She shrugs, waving it away. "Doesn't matter now. You-you're..." 'Okay' doesn't seem like the right word. She abandons that angle. "And Mr. Hastings? He's well?"
"Mr. Hastings is still running the insurance program in Portsmouth. It keeps him nice, busy, and productive." Which is good for the old man with a plan and a body that constantly betrays him."
There's a part of Amelia that's still worried about what she saw through the globe. Rhzev. She's getting tired. She loses motivation for a second, but it's enough that it's a few minutes until her thoughts come back to the topic. "You've always been good and you remember there's little people in it all and you don't forget them and you don't say 'it's just one' and don't go to Russia." She gives Tara a quick, suspicious once-over. "'Kay?"
Uh-huh. Too bad. Ibn's obviously not an idiot and he's easy on the eyes; really easy. He also might pull a miracle yet, even if the time is closing. She'd have to thank him properly, of course.
Amelia smirks, shaking her head. "Oh no. It's not him it's me. I keep doing this." Well she gets it anyway, and apparently it's incredibly funny. She's fighting sleep through little fits of laughter.
There's the facepalm reaction. "Get. Some. Rest. Boy tackle happens after you're off life support. Not before."
Well, shit, it's not like Ibn probably didn't have a jumping long overdue and if he could handle the League of Assassins and a Tameranean Titan, what's a part succubi to someone like that?
Her first sight is the ceiling, flared bright orange and slightly purple, like a fading bruise. Caleb, you louse... Amelia knows those aura colors anywhere. There really isn't any reason for Caleb to have dragged Tara out here... Amelia's breathing goes up a little as she looks around. Where is 'here'?
"Where'm I?"
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Amelia glances over at Tara, her face sort of neutral. "I don't expect anything. I mean if it was Caleb I wouldn't, I wasn't forgiving, and Ibn's told me, I know, I forgot what I could live with. I know I can't fix it now I know it's not that simple."
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"I tried," she says a bit hopelessly. "I broke a bottle across his head, I threatened, I thought-- maybe he'd stay away."
She shrugs, waving it away. "Doesn't matter now. You-you're..." 'Okay' doesn't seem like the right word. She abandons that angle. "And Mr. Hastings? He's well?"
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"And I'm 'better,' I think is the word you want."
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There's a part of Amelia that's still worried about what she saw through the globe. Rhzev. She's getting tired. She loses motivation for a second, but it's enough that it's a few minutes until her thoughts come back to the topic. "You've always been good and you remember there's little people in it all and you don't forget them and you don't say 'it's just one' and don't go to Russia." She gives Tara a quick, suspicious once-over. "'Kay?"
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She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. It'll be okay... I guess it wouldn't matter then..."
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"I should let you get some rest then. Is Ibn taking care of you?"
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She giggles. "Not yet anyway."
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Amelia smirks, shaking her head. "Oh no. It's not him it's me. I keep doing this." Well she gets it anyway, and apparently it's incredibly funny. She's fighting sleep through little fits of laughter.
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Well, shit, it's not like Ibn probably didn't have a jumping long overdue and if he could handle the League of Assassins and a Tameranean Titan, what's a part succubi to someone like that?
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