Post by Krähe on Feb 4, 2019 18:08:19 GMT -5
St. Petersburg Russia
After Eqinox
Off Camera
“Fuck! Would you be gentle? Why the hell is most of our time spent with someone bleeding?”
Munin couldn’t remember the last time she had heard Krähe sound quite so indignant, and she didn't bother to hide her amusement. Her maniacal laughter causing the Catalyst glower even more.
“They jumped you, they jumped you good!” She crowed in between gasps for air, shoving aside his questions entirely.
“Ouch! Whose side are you on anyways?” Krähe hissed when Munin helpfully applied rubbing alcohol to his lip.
This was revenge pure and simple, but it was pointless to contend it. Honestly he prefered she get it out of the way now. Munin never forgot a debt, good or bad. The longer she had to sit on it the bigger the payout could grow.
A little alcohol on the lip wasn't so bad, but this line of thought inevitably brought him back to his current circumstances. Brodie and his recent run in with the Zombie Clan, weren't situations that he could put on the back burner indefinitely, though part of it was out of his hands.
“I’m surprised I didn't see your handiwork tonight. I was sure you’d take your pound of flesh after her match.” His voice was carefully casual, merely testing the waters of her current mood. She would likely see right through it of course, but it never hurt to try.
“Surprised or hopeful? I suppose you would want things to be neat and simple, and a backstage attack would put a nice neat bow on the package wouldn't it?” Munin's voice was the picture of casual innocence, but her eyes betrayed her blood thirsty mischievousness.
He merely rolled his eye and looked away with a grunt.
“I truly don't care, that is between you and Brodie. I have my own bones to pick.”
He wasn't convincing in the least, but she didn't say anything to contradict his words. Her touch simply became more gentle, as she tended more small cuts on his face.
“It is better that you not worry about our darling bloody girl, and the games we play. Your plate is full of Zombies afterall, but then you did owe them a little blood didn't you?” The words were spoken with a gentleness that nearly mirrored her touch, and the soft melodic tone lulling.
Deceptively delicate hands set aside the medical supplies, and moved to rest on either side of his face. Waiting patiently for his grey eyes to meet her own.
“It’s a peculiar situation you’ve become entangled in. On one hand you owe Siberia blood, and so that debt extends to her family. On the other hand it doesn't matter, and you know you'll have to make a move, or pay the price yourself. Someone always pays the price...That's a golden rule.”
Her hands slowly slid into his with a soothing caress. Like the wind, It was a fleeting combing through his hair, and then gone in the next moment.
“I look forward to seeing what move you make...surprise me.”
With those words her hands fall away, as she gracefully rises to her feet. The silence filled the cracks her words has left behind, and it was in this vacuum that Krähe found himself sifting through his thoughts. Like sand in an hourglass they seemed slip away from as soon as they came.
Meanwhile Munin methodically cleaned up the mess his injuries had created, until all the medical supplies was neatly packed away. Leaving nothing but a sealed plastic bag of bloody towels for Munin to muse over. Krähe was right, this was becoming a bad habit. She doubted that this hotel would be anymore overjoyed than the last, but they would suck it up.
“Nin...Would you go with me to visit her?”
The words had Munin glancing over her shoulder to give him a measured look. Her eyes taking in the parts of him that no one else would likely see, and if she were honest with herself she would admit that seeing him this way...made her heart twist a little. This was for the best though. It was time for Zachariah Krähe to rejoin the world.
“No.” The single word was loud in the silence, but so gentle and tender that it could have been a whisper.
“I’ll be busy with other matters, and honestly this is something you need to do on your own...Don't worry so much Zachariah, you'll ruin your reputation.” Her last words were teasing, and exactly what Krähe needed to break the tension that was drowning him.
With a short chuckle he shook his head, and watched her gather her few items.
“I don't suppose you’ll tell me where you’re going?” He didn't actually expect an answer, but found himself asking all the same.
It was no surprise that she merely spared him a cheshire smile, while placing one hand on the doorknob.
“Why is a Raven like a writing desk? Clever but a bit unfair don't you think?” Twisting the knob she chuckled, not bothering to wait for his answer, before she slipping out the door.
“Quoth the Raven...nevermore.”
His own words were loud in the now empty hotel room, while his eyes listlessly traveled from the door to the clock. In his mind thoughts were ticking by louder than any clock. Their small hands ticking by only serving as a mockery to the weight of his thoughts.
“Tick tock, and fuck me it's still too early, but I'm already running late.” With a sigh he looked out the window. St. Petersburg itself was painted like a faberge egg by the lights of the city.
It was beautiful, but the sight left him cold. There would be no comfort tonight, and he was past the point of turning back. There was no room for emotional backsliding anymore.
~To be continued~
After Eqinox
Off Camera
“Fuck! Would you be gentle? Why the hell is most of our time spent with someone bleeding?”
Munin couldn’t remember the last time she had heard Krähe sound quite so indignant, and she didn't bother to hide her amusement. Her maniacal laughter causing the Catalyst glower even more.
“They jumped you, they jumped you good!” She crowed in between gasps for air, shoving aside his questions entirely.
“Ouch! Whose side are you on anyways?” Krähe hissed when Munin helpfully applied rubbing alcohol to his lip.
This was revenge pure and simple, but it was pointless to contend it. Honestly he prefered she get it out of the way now. Munin never forgot a debt, good or bad. The longer she had to sit on it the bigger the payout could grow.
A little alcohol on the lip wasn't so bad, but this line of thought inevitably brought him back to his current circumstances. Brodie and his recent run in with the Zombie Clan, weren't situations that he could put on the back burner indefinitely, though part of it was out of his hands.
“I’m surprised I didn't see your handiwork tonight. I was sure you’d take your pound of flesh after her match.” His voice was carefully casual, merely testing the waters of her current mood. She would likely see right through it of course, but it never hurt to try.
“Surprised or hopeful? I suppose you would want things to be neat and simple, and a backstage attack would put a nice neat bow on the package wouldn't it?” Munin's voice was the picture of casual innocence, but her eyes betrayed her blood thirsty mischievousness.
He merely rolled his eye and looked away with a grunt.
“I truly don't care, that is between you and Brodie. I have my own bones to pick.”
He wasn't convincing in the least, but she didn't say anything to contradict his words. Her touch simply became more gentle, as she tended more small cuts on his face.
“It is better that you not worry about our darling bloody girl, and the games we play. Your plate is full of Zombies afterall, but then you did owe them a little blood didn't you?” The words were spoken with a gentleness that nearly mirrored her touch, and the soft melodic tone lulling.
Deceptively delicate hands set aside the medical supplies, and moved to rest on either side of his face. Waiting patiently for his grey eyes to meet her own.
“It’s a peculiar situation you’ve become entangled in. On one hand you owe Siberia blood, and so that debt extends to her family. On the other hand it doesn't matter, and you know you'll have to make a move, or pay the price yourself. Someone always pays the price...That's a golden rule.”
Her hands slowly slid into his with a soothing caress. Like the wind, It was a fleeting combing through his hair, and then gone in the next moment.
“I look forward to seeing what move you make...surprise me.”
With those words her hands fall away, as she gracefully rises to her feet. The silence filled the cracks her words has left behind, and it was in this vacuum that Krähe found himself sifting through his thoughts. Like sand in an hourglass they seemed slip away from as soon as they came.
Meanwhile Munin methodically cleaned up the mess his injuries had created, until all the medical supplies was neatly packed away. Leaving nothing but a sealed plastic bag of bloody towels for Munin to muse over. Krähe was right, this was becoming a bad habit. She doubted that this hotel would be anymore overjoyed than the last, but they would suck it up.
“Nin...Would you go with me to visit her?”
The words had Munin glancing over her shoulder to give him a measured look. Her eyes taking in the parts of him that no one else would likely see, and if she were honest with herself she would admit that seeing him this way...made her heart twist a little. This was for the best though. It was time for Zachariah Krähe to rejoin the world.
“No.” The single word was loud in the silence, but so gentle and tender that it could have been a whisper.
“I’ll be busy with other matters, and honestly this is something you need to do on your own...Don't worry so much Zachariah, you'll ruin your reputation.” Her last words were teasing, and exactly what Krähe needed to break the tension that was drowning him.
With a short chuckle he shook his head, and watched her gather her few items.
“I don't suppose you’ll tell me where you’re going?” He didn't actually expect an answer, but found himself asking all the same.
It was no surprise that she merely spared him a cheshire smile, while placing one hand on the doorknob.
“Why is a Raven like a writing desk? Clever but a bit unfair don't you think?” Twisting the knob she chuckled, not bothering to wait for his answer, before she slipping out the door.
“Quoth the Raven...nevermore.”
His own words were loud in the now empty hotel room, while his eyes listlessly traveled from the door to the clock. In his mind thoughts were ticking by louder than any clock. Their small hands ticking by only serving as a mockery to the weight of his thoughts.
“Tick tock, and fuck me it's still too early, but I'm already running late.” With a sigh he looked out the window. St. Petersburg itself was painted like a faberge egg by the lights of the city.
It was beautiful, but the sight left him cold. There would be no comfort tonight, and he was past the point of turning back. There was no room for emotional backsliding anymore.
~To be continued~