Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-07-20 12:19 pm
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CAPTIVE GAME: LiliS & Eichi

[ You're in a room with no doors or windows, about the size of a living room. Depending on how many of you are around, it might feel a little cramped. The walls and ceiling are draped with fabrics, the floor covered in colorful rugs and piles of sitting cushions, but you can see the dirt ground and untreated wood walls peeking through in places. There are three or so oil lamps to light the space, each placed on a stump-like round little table that isn't big enough to hold much else. It's kind of cozy, but...

Most of the cushions are embroidered with an array of colors, but there's one pillow in particular, set aside from the rest, that's one solid color – Iris's position color. ]
worthathousand: (❦ would it be enough to go by)

[personal profile] worthathousand 2020-07-21 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Foolish boy. [ boy said with a subtle twist ]

I told you clearly: I had no desire to hurt one of Ruby's children. And then you hurt one of mine.

Trust a mother's devotion, even if you are too lonely a creature to trust that another might just be kind.
Edited 2020-07-21 02:04 (UTC)
syckophant: (035)

[personal profile] syckophant 2020-07-21 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Mother" doesn't mean anything to me other than someone who wants to exert power over others. Your 'devotion' might as well only be to yourself, and I am no 'child' of Ruby's. You presume too much.
worthathousand: (I remember tears ❦)

[personal profile] worthathousand 2020-07-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
...In that case, if that is all you know, I am sorry that you have not had better.
[ that, at least, does sound genuine ]

But with or without that love, the truth of your situation was there, and you could have learned it easily.
Instead, you shot the very person who gave you the most. Perhaps you might consider a lesson in that.
Edited 2020-07-21 02:48 (UTC)
syckophant: (041)

[personal profile] syckophant 2020-07-21 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
I wonder if it ever occurs to you that people don't listen to the words you say.

All I hear is some self-righteous mumbling. If you could stop talking, please, it's distracting me from the pain, and I'm really trying to soak it in.
worthathousand: (❦ the gods wait to delight in you.)

[personal profile] worthathousand 2020-07-21 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her lips tighten—just a moment, but it's a tell, if he's got half an eye for recognizing them, that something of that stung. ]

...They generally listen a great deal, actually.

[ And then she pushes herself to her feet, and only returns after he has passed out. ]
Edited 2020-07-21 03:07 (UTC)