Private Convo, Lust and Eliot

[a_sin_for_him]

[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.]

Comments

[hitsitoff]

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.]

[a_sin_for_him]

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.

[hitsitoff]

[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.

[a_sin_for_him]

[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.

[hitsitoff]

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.]

[a_sin_for_him]

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.