...so this post has sweet sex, slut sex, and ... massacre princess. NICE.pacifistingJanuary 7 2010, 08:04:30 UTC
[Still wearing the blood-stained skirt and shirt from earlier, along with a scarf- a familiar one, probably. It's just as bloodstained as everything else, from her shoes to her socks to even bits in her hair, dried, now.
She's not sure whose blood it is, nor does she particularly care- all she cares about is that she knows she's been here so long and there are Japanese out there that she has to kill (Lelouch asked, Lelouch asked her, she couldn't say no, he needed--) and she was stuck in here.
Shaking the bars hard, Euphemia gave up for the moment and curled up in the corner, glowing eyes closed]
:D MAYBE THIS ONE WILL HAVE ALL THREE? /shotbow_and_swordJanuary 7 2010, 08:36:09 UTC
[Ishida is more wounded than he's letting onto the others from his fights with the Arrancar and Starscream's jet form, but he's bandaged himself up, put on a crisp white uniform, and, using Ransotengai, it seems for all the world as if he's perfectly fine.]
[The one who doesn't look it, though, is Euphie. It's his turn, now, to look after her and he enters with a large bowl of warm water and a clean white cloth. He smiles weakly at her as he takes in the sight. He knew she was still in there, watching this all in horror. He knew this wasn't her, but a curse laid upon her. He knew when their powers went away, she would be back to herself. But in the meantime... she needed to be watched, and she was his best friend. He would watch over her. He hated feeling this helpless, being unable to do anything to help her, to free her from the influence of this... but there was nothing anyone could do in her case. Nothing anyone could do but wait.]Euphie? I brought something to help you clean yourself with. It isn't much, but it should hold until
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SOJFLSKJFKS HIDEOUSpacifistingJanuary 7 2010, 08:40:08 UTC
[There's little interest at first-- he doesn't register in her mind, she can't tell who he is, too lost in the thoughts that she has to-- has to kill the Japanese, and--
...oh.
Oh, then. Slowly, she sits up, eyes wide, looking at him as she crawls across the dirty ground, smearing the blood-stained skirt with dirt]
Oh, Ishida...
[And for a moment, she looks so cheerful, so pleased that he's here, that it might really be her]
[He draws close to the bars, kneeling down and setting down the bowl of water and offering her the cloth through the bars. His voice is soft, concerned, his expression pained.]
[The question comes after a long, confused pause, because the idea of that just boggles her mind and leaves her shrugging helplessly, curling her hands around the bars]
[Expression melancholy, he takes one of her hands, regardless of how dirty it is, in his, entwining the fingers as they always had, and squeezes gently]
[doesn't seem to care, but she does jump when he takes her hand, eyes widening just a little it's a chance it's a chance, he just needs to get closer, come closer, Ishida...]
[He smiles gently and pushes the bowl a little closer, right up against the bars, scooting up a bit himself as he does. Dipping the cloth in the warm water, he moves it up to her hands to begin cleaning the dirt off them.]
Here, the water's warm. I know it isn't much, but I can ask them for some blankets, too, if you like. Everything will be alright, Euphie.
[Doesn't seem to care much about the water- she has to kill them, what good does water do, unless she's drowning them in it?
When he starts cleaning her hands, she just lifts her eyes to his, watching him intently, holding out her hands quietly, like she's going to hug him, moving in a daze]
[He smiles gently, and, once her hands are clean, after a moment's pause, he leans down and gently kisses the back of each hand-- coming close enough to strangle as he murmurs softly.]
[it's half a warning, half a pleased sigh, hands curling over his shoulders, going for his throat, curling tight and hard around them, squeezing as hard as she can]
[She's strong, surprisingly so for her size and temperament, and Ishida trusts her too much, even now, to catch the warning in time, though his hands quickly move to her wrists, struggling to wrench them away from a neck already constantly bruised by his collar, though, oddly, he makes no move to move his body farther from the bars.]
[Squeezes tighter, laughing softly, unsteady and uneven, closing tighter and tighter until she abruptly stops, gasping sharply, jerking herself back hard enough she slams into the wall, struggling for breath]
She's not sure whose blood it is, nor does she particularly care- all she cares about is that she knows she's been here so long and there are Japanese out there that she has to kill (Lelouch asked, Lelouch asked her, she couldn't say no, he needed--) and she was stuck in here.
Shaking the bars hard, Euphemia gave up for the moment and curled up in the corner, glowing eyes closed]
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[The one who doesn't look it, though, is Euphie. It's his turn, now, to look after her and he enters with a large bowl of warm water and a clean white cloth. He smiles weakly at her as he takes in the sight. He knew she was still in there, watching this all in horror. He knew this wasn't her, but a curse laid upon her. He knew when their powers went away, she would be back to herself. But in the meantime... she needed to be watched, and she was his best friend. He would watch over her. He hated feeling this helpless, being unable to do anything to help her, to free her from the influence of this... but there was nothing anyone could do in her case. Nothing anyone could do but wait.]Euphie? I brought something to help you clean yourself with. It isn't much, but it should hold until ( ... )
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...oh.
Oh, then. Slowly, she sits up, eyes wide, looking at him as she crawls across the dirty ground, smearing the blood-stained skirt with dirt]
Oh, Ishida...
[And for a moment, she looks so cheerful, so pleased that he's here, that it might really be her]
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You shouldn't crawl like that, Euphie.
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[The question comes after a long, confused pause, because the idea of that just boggles her mind and leaves her shrugging helplessly, curling her hands around the bars]
Ishida, you're far.
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[Expression melancholy, he takes one of her hands, regardless of how dirty it is, in his, entwining the fingers as they always had, and squeezes gently]
So are you.
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I'm right here.
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[Again, he offers the cloth with his other hand.]
I'm not leaving you, I promise.
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[he's so fucking close.
Euphemia leans hard against the bars with a little exhale, almost a whimper]
It's cold.
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Here, the water's warm. I know it isn't much, but I can ask them for some blankets, too, if you like. Everything will be alright, Euphie.
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When he starts cleaning her hands, she just lifts her eyes to his, watching him intently, holding out her hands quietly, like she's going to hug him, moving in a daze]
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I'll stay with you.
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[it's half a warning, half a pleased sigh, hands curling over his shoulders, going for his throat, curling tight and hard around them, squeezing as hard as she can]
Please die.
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[Squeezes tighter, laughing softly, unsteady and uneven, closing tighter and tighter until she abruptly stops, gasping sharply, jerking herself back hard enough she slams into the wall, struggling for breath]
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Euphie. Euphie, I know you're in there. I'm here. I'm not leaving you. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. I promise.
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