a_sin_for_him | Private Convo, Lust and Eliot

Private Convo, Lust and Eliot

[Lust isn't doing well. She knows damn well she's the reason Nisha's name went into consideration, but she'd only been grasping at straws, casting a net without any other ideas... And now an innocent woman is dying, and Lust finds she actually cares to a degree.]

[She's got a bottle of hard liquor and has taken herself off to an isolated corner not too far from the hotel, intending to drink herself into a stupor. Which she mentioned beforehand to those she felt would care, should anyone be looking for her.]

[Or just wanting to join her in drowning her emotions.]

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[So it's safe to say that everyone is just super done with... well... everything. Eliot is no exception. He doesn't like seeing people go down. Let alone two innocent people. But in some fucked up way, them voting for two innocent people seems like the only possible end for the mess that was this whole week.

So yeah, screw it. He's been watching how much he drinks, but right now he's gonna take a page out of his boss' book and drink some sorrows away. Still, just... brooding in a corner by himself seems a little too Nate Ford™, so when he spots Lust, he takes his drink and goes to join her.]

...'Sup.

Just trying to drink the blood off my hands.

[There's no sense in being coy or vague about it. She's made what amends she possibly can, now she just wants it all to go away.]

[She lifts the bottle in a mockery of a toast, and pats the low wall beside her.]

Sit with me, I don't really want to be alone, I just...don't want to be easily found.

Yeah, let me know how that works out...

[He's tried that one in the best. Never really works out. Of course, he's kinda doing the same thing right now, but... Fuck it. Nothing else to do right now.]

Sure. [And he does sit down.] ...I'd say it's been a hell of a week, but that's starting to sound like an understatement.

Not well, I'm sure. But I feel...I think I feel terrible. I shouldn't. I've...I've done far worse things in the course of my existence. But this...

[She shakes her head, sighing heavily. It's pointless and stupid and for nothing.]

I'm starting to wonder if we're all already dead, and this is hell. This is our torment.

It's senseless. Just death for death's sake. Not many people out there who can stomach that, no matter what terrible things they might've done.

[But clearly someone is enjoying it, because it's still going. Three weeks down. Jesus.]

Sure is starting to feel like that, huh? And we still gotta keep going anyway. [...Ugh. He downs some more of his drink.] Of all the places I've been stuck in, this is definitely the worst.

There are madmen who enjoy this sort of thing. I've seen them. The military loves them, because giving authority and deadly weapons to insane people who take delight in death and violence is such a good idea.

[Lust leans back, looking up. Has it really only been three weeks?]

We're all going to die here, you know. One way or another. You know...I have fought hard and long for my own freedom from my former circumstances. And now that I have it...I'd rather be back with my Master. At least her genocides had an understandable meaning to them.

Yeah, I know. But I'll give those types one thing, at least they're more interested in causing violence themselves. Not... setting up something like this.

[It's not much, but that's something. It's hard dealing with the types who set this thing up, because... it's not a problem he can just punch away. Or cleverly talk his way out of.]

...Right. I get that. Better a known evil than... whatever you even call this. Right? [He's quiet for a second.] I don't know, don't think I'm ready to toss in the towel completely yet. I've had a lot of times where I was sure I reached the end of the line, but I'm still here. Somehow.

Maybe my luck's gonna run out, but I'm always prepared for that chance anyway.

Torture. What I call this is 'torture'.

[She takes another long drink.]

I'm not about to simply lie down and die, but...I'm not an idiot. The numbers of deaths keep mounting exponentially, we're obviously powerless to do anything...

I just hate the thought of dying without ever having actually lived. I've had nothing good. Just...this mess. Is it such a great and awful thing, to want something good before winking out of existence and being forgotten?

...Yeah, torture's about right.

[And this is coming from a guy who's been tortured in a lot of different ways in the past.]

Yeah, gotta admit... Not used to being the powerless one in a situation. Can't say I like it much.

...Nah. I think you deserve that much. At the very least. Hell, I'd say you deserve more than even that. [Everyone deserves to have a good life before everything goes to shit, not just one good thing. Yeah, fine, life doesn't work like that. But this is a special level of unfair.] Wish I could change that.

Nor I. On both accounts.

[She was a facilitator of a vast conspiracy. She's used to knowing things, controlling things. There's so little control here...]

[She regards Eliot then, after another long drink. She hasn't bonded with many people here, she isn't that sort. But of all the others in this hell with her, she likes him the most, feels closest to him. Maybe it's simply their similar circumstance, a part of a team isolated from their companions and without any power.]

Do you mean that? Because there is something you could do.

Shitty feeling, huh? Guess it puts things in perspective, but...

[Well, it sucks. Just... it sucks. He's the one who always rushes in to save people. When he's being beaten down, it tends to be... literal. And that, well, he can deal with. He can take a lot of punishment. But this isn't like that at all.]

Yeah? [He leaves his drink be for a moment, looking at her.]

I'm not prone to cursing, but yes, that's a very apt description. It's shitty. No, it's...it's fucking shitty.

[That's the harshest word Lust knows, and she doesn't think she's ever given voice to it in her life. But if ever there was a time for hard cursing, now was it.]

[She's quiet a moment, simply returning the look. She doesn't know how long she has here, whether another day or two or weeks. There's so little here, and so much of it shadowed by the dire and gory circumstances. There aren't many good things to reach for, let alone find. But there are still some.]

You could spend the night with me. I've never taken a lover of my own, they've all been chosen for me. It would be nice to simply be with someone for the sake of it. And to feel...anything. Anything other than this sick, miserable dread. To feel wanted. To matter. Even just for a short while.

[That reaction gets a smile from him, a brief laugh. He can't say he ever expected language like that from someone like her, so that adds to it.]

My thoughts exactly.

[Ah. So that's where that was going. Well, hell, he's never been one to turn down a beautiful lady. And in these circumstances, well, he especially won't. It's an odd situation, an odd place, for this, but at this point... why the hell not. It'll take both their minds off of the horror of the situation for a bit.]

Yeah... Yeah, I can do that for you, no problem.

[Lust laughs as well.]

Thank you. I'm grateful for it. For you.

[It seems a silly thing to say, almost. But Lust isn't some childish girl, prone to grand romantic fantasies or ideals. She knows what this is, simply two lonely people looking for anything to hold onto in the madness. But Eliot is kind to her, and she likes him, and he's handsome. And neither of them deserve to spend their time here in nothing but fear and distress and anger.]

[Why not find some comfort together? And she thinks it could be good, between them. There may not be stars in their eyes for one another, but they get along easily. And she doesn't need stars. She just needs kindness and affection and something warm and nice. Eliot can give her that, and she can offer the same in return. There is death and despair at every turn, but maybe for one night, there can just be this night. Nothing else.]

[She lifts her bottle to him, offering him a smile.]

To not lying down and dying. And living life while it can be lived.

Not a problem. I am in the business of helping people.

[...Look, this totally fits into that job description technically. In a way. Okay, no, but whatever.

It's a casual thing and that suits him fine. Not everything has to be intense and serious... He's done that, too, further back in the past. In easier circumstances, relatively speaking. And that hadn't ended well. But just... enjoying each other's company, well. That he can easily do. And he likes her a lot, which makes it even easier.

Maybe it's not much in the grand scheme of everything, but it sure feels like a lot right now. An isn't that more important anyway?]

Yeah, I'll drink to that. [That definitely gets a smile back. He'll raise his own glass.] Living to the fullest for as long as possible.

[However long that may be. That's a concern for later.]

Then consider me a damsel in distress.

[It's perfectly fitting, as far as Lust is concerned. Her chances for positive experiences are so very limited here. And isn't that a human thing, to seek confirmation of life in the midst of death? To find comfort in the joy of flesh? Where else can joy be found?]

[Lust sets her bottle aside. She's certainly had plenty already. She doesn't know where to go, but she's certain there's an empty building or private corner beneath the stars. She's hardly picky. She can't stand another moment of lamenting or letting the guilt and fear eat at her.]

[She shifts closer to Eliot and turns to face him. Almost curiously, she lifts her face to brush her lips against his. Just briefly.]

I think I've had enough to drink for now.

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