[Bianca wears a utilitarian black catsuit and flat-heeled boots, and in Hadriel she's generally visibly armed, her two long daggers sheathed at her hip. Her pets are a pair of fullgrown spotted hyenas, and she should in no way resemble an elegant society darling from some pre-war Earth offering a photo opportunity with a spoiled poodle or two.
But Bianca has always been good at setting her own scenes. She sprawls on the bench next to Wanda; Bud and Lou sniff her in wary greeting and then wander off to investigate the park.]
I feel I ought to have brought a microfilm hidden in a newspaper. What's on your mind, dearheart?
[ Wanda observes, intent, not yet fully blossomed into predatory. There's nothing about Bianca that isn't curated. It's not her own style, but she's not in a place to offer comment or critique on how people choose to live their lives. Outside doesn't matter that much anyway, when Wanda has a sense of the person. ]
[ And Bianca is dangerously intelligent. She could fell cities. Wanda could too, but it would be brick by brick. ]
More fun than usual, I saw. [ No seriously, though, Rey is A+ nice job. And, really, Kate is just looking a little... smug about everything. ] It that obvious?
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[Not long after her last text, she approaches the front door to House 1301. Rey doesn't have to go very far, seeing that it's just across the street from where she lives, but she still drags her feet along the way, feeling oddly heavier than she usually does. She's tired. Eyes darkened, skin paler than usual. The truth takes a lot out of you.
[Rather than knocking, she goes to open the door. She has been here enough that asking permission for entry doesn't seem necessary anymore.]
It's the hyenas that greet Rey first, preceding Bianca like the devoted courtiers they are. But she is up, too, and behind them. Her eyes are wide and dark in her pale face, and she carries two filled glasses.
"My darling."
She comes close, tilts her face up to kiss Rey's cheek, and hands her one of the glasses.
"Tell Bianca all about it. Let me make it better."
One hand hangs at her side, allowing a hyena to briefly brush against her palm before Bianca follows. Rey barely blinks all the while, from the animals' greeting to Bianca's kiss.
She holds still for a moment, before accepting the glass handed to her and goes to sit down.
"It... isn't something I really know how to tell," Rey admits, sinking into a seat.
Reluctance holds her tongue, as she struggles to even make the suggestion that's lingering on her mind.
Taking a quick drink, she swallows hard, unable to look the other woman in the eye when Rey speaks. "Can you... you know...?" She gestures to her own head, trying to indicate Bianca's ability to influence and invade one's thoughts -- even projected feelings onto her once.
Much as she hates to even think it, words just fail her.
"I can. Rey, my darling, it's the easiest thing in the world."
She takes a big swallow of her own drink, partly because it's there and partly because it lowers the telepathic barriers; it's always been a good way to find someone alien's mental wavelength.
"It's ...I believe it was my people's natural way to interact. I am certain we only evolved spoken language to make political intrigue more sporting. And yes, I am chattering because I'm nervous."
She doesn't, of course, look nervous; Bianca never allows that. But Rey - not unlike Jack before her - makes Bianca feel as though she's been handed something excruciatingly rare and precious, and she doesn't entirely trust herself not to ruin it.
"Sit with me. Breathe with me. I will be very, very careful."
At Bianca's admission, Rey just shakes her head. "No, it's... That sounds nice. Convenient."
If Rey was capable of communicating through similar means, that would have made things easier. Simple. She can't help but feel a little envious of such a gift.
But then, that is an option now. Might as well take advantage of it.
Words failing her for the moment, Rey just nods. She takes another long drink, nearly emptying her glass before moving towards a place to sit. She finds the edge of a couch, where she reluctantly places the glass of remaining liquor over a low table.
"Okay... Okay." She closes her eyes, trying to focus on relaxing, despite all the tension in her muscles. "I trust you."
Which some might think to be unwise -- but Rey has never believed herself to be exactly the most trustworthy, either. So it's fitting.
[This is plainly not the time to mention how arousing Bianca finds Rey's anger, or how much she appreciates the cadence of her invective.
She composes her face to something less avid, and answers calmly.]
Oh, darling. Perhaps there's a way to subvert the event without excessive violence? We can't very well stop the local gods doing what they like, but they can't stop us holding our own event on top of it. Can they?
[Who knows, maybe that was all part of Love's diabolical plan: Get Rey enraged enough to make her girlfriend all starry-eyed.
[Rey takes a moment to steady her breathing through her teeth. A hand draws down the side of her face as she tries to steady her tone before she can speak again.]
[In the time it takes for Rey to slow her breathing, the idea takes root in Bianca's mind: takes root, throws out branches and leaves and flowers so swiftly that Bianca's eyes glitter with barely-suppressed mischief.]
I mean there are better ways to derail this ridiculous event than blowing up another bar. My dearest heart, if there's one thing I really excel at, it's steering and controlling the atmosphere in an entertainment venue.
Let them have their dates. Let them see how romantic they can be while listening to our commentary on their technique. Or my rendition of all fifty-seven verses of The Ballad of Eskimo Nell. Or - how well do you know Wade Wilson? I'm thinking we may need some backup on this project.
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Date: 2016-06-17 06:14 pm (UTC)Wish us luck.
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Date: 2016-06-18 07:49 pm (UTC)voice.
Date: 2016-07-10 04:28 am (UTC)I need to talk to you. Privately.
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Date: 2016-07-10 06:26 am (UTC)voice > action.
Date: 2016-07-10 06:34 am (UTC)[ She is there, on one of the benches, hands clasped in her lap, still as a statue. ]
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Date: 2016-07-10 07:02 am (UTC)But Bianca has always been good at setting her own scenes. She sprawls on the bench next to Wanda; Bud and Lou sniff her in wary greeting and then wander off to investigate the park.]
I feel I ought to have brought a microfilm hidden in a newspaper. What's on your mind, dearheart?
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Date: 2016-07-10 07:09 am (UTC)[ And Bianca is dangerously intelligent. She could fell cities. Wanda could too, but it would be brick by brick. ]
I want to catch a god.
[ Blunt, forward, as is her way. ]
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Date: 2016-08-05 03:43 pm (UTC)[ Judging by the look on her face she a) knows you have and b) has been too. ]
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Date: 2016-08-06 01:49 pm (UTC)Kate, darling, I have dedicated myself wholeheartedly to having fun for - well, a lady never tells her age. But it's been quite a while, now.
[It's been upwards of 500 years since she could last remember her age, between temporal paradoxes and drunken blackouts, but never mind.]
And you? Do I detect a certain pleased exprression?
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Date: 2016-08-06 02:22 pm (UTC)More fun than usual, I saw. [ No seriously, though, Rey is A+ nice job. And, really, Kate is just looking a little... smug about everything. ] It that obvious?
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Date: 2017-03-05 08:21 pm (UTC)[Rather than knocking, she goes to open the door. She has been here enough that asking permission for entry doesn't seem necessary anymore.]
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Date: 2017-03-06 12:14 pm (UTC)"My darling."
She comes close, tilts her face up to kiss Rey's cheek, and hands her one of the glasses.
"Tell Bianca all about it. Let me make it better."
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Date: 2017-03-06 03:23 pm (UTC)She holds still for a moment, before accepting the glass handed to her and goes to sit down.
"It... isn't something I really know how to tell," Rey admits, sinking into a seat.
Reluctance holds her tongue, as she struggles to even make the suggestion that's lingering on her mind.
Taking a quick drink, she swallows hard, unable to look the other woman in the eye when Rey speaks. "Can you... you know...?" She gestures to her own head, trying to indicate Bianca's ability to influence and invade one's thoughts -- even projected feelings onto her once.
Much as she hates to even think it, words just fail her.
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Date: 2017-03-10 01:26 pm (UTC)She takes a big swallow of her own drink, partly because it's there and partly because it lowers the telepathic barriers; it's always been a good way to find someone alien's mental wavelength.
"It's ...I believe it was my people's natural way to interact. I am certain we only evolved spoken language to make political intrigue more sporting. And yes, I am chattering because I'm nervous."
She doesn't, of course, look nervous; Bianca never allows that. But Rey - not unlike Jack before her - makes Bianca feel as though she's been handed something excruciatingly rare and precious, and she doesn't entirely trust herself not to ruin it.
"Sit with me. Breathe with me. I will be very, very careful."
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Date: 2017-03-10 03:14 pm (UTC)If Rey was capable of communicating through similar means, that would have made things easier. Simple. She can't help but feel a little envious of such a gift.
But then, that is an option now. Might as well take advantage of it.
Words failing her for the moment, Rey just nods. She takes another long drink, nearly emptying her glass before moving towards a place to sit. She finds the edge of a couch, where she reluctantly places the glass of remaining liquor over a low table.
"Okay... Okay." She closes her eyes, trying to focus on relaxing, despite all the tension in her muscles. "I trust you."
Which some might think to be unwise -- but Rey has never believed herself to be exactly the most trustworthy, either. So it's fitting.
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Date: 2017-03-15 02:14 pm (UTC)but as long as we remain under the same stone roof, I hope I will still see you.
and I shall always remain your friend <3 <3
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Date: 2017-04-18 01:06 am (UTC)That motherfucking cock-jumping whore bait just set up their goddamn dating circus IN MY FUCKING BAR.
[Rey mad? Rey mad. She just thought you should know, Bianca, before she gets the itch to stab any more Rosies.]
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Date: 2017-04-18 07:00 am (UTC)She composes her face to something less avid, and answers calmly.]
Oh, darling. Perhaps there's a way to subvert the event without excessive violence? We can't very well stop the local gods doing what they like, but they can't stop us holding our own event on top of it. Can they?
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Date: 2017-04-18 11:01 am (UTC)[Rey takes a moment to steady her breathing through her teeth. A hand draws down the side of her face as she tries to steady her tone before she can speak again.]
What... are you suggesting?
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Date: 2017-04-18 11:10 am (UTC)I mean there are better ways to derail this ridiculous event than blowing up another bar. My dearest heart, if there's one thing I really excel at, it's steering and controlling the atmosphere in an entertainment venue.
Let them have their dates. Let them see how romantic they can be while listening to our commentary on their technique. Or my rendition of all fifty-seven verses of The Ballad of Eskimo Nell. Or - how well do you know Wade Wilson? I'm thinking we may need some backup on this project.
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