War Rooms: LiliS

[idolpro]

[This room might be a nice, slightly whimsical surrounds to talk things over with, if it weren't for the collars and countdowns on your phones. ]

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[ifshebleeds]

[ sits down next to everyone. ]

One...

[worthathousand]

[ She sits next to her a moment, on the way to finding her own seat.

Leaning towards her, voice soft: ]

Despite it all, I am glad tonight has given me a chance to better understand your nobility.

[ifshebleeds]

Two. It's not nobility. It's the duty of both a medical professional and an idol.

Three.

[worthathousand]

Counting the seconds?

—And duty and nobility are intertwined.

[ifshebleeds]

[ nodding ]

Four.

Nobility feels different.

[worthathousand]

[ a soft hum of assent ] True.

Nobility is a choice, not an obligation. [ a pause ] This was a choice, though, in the end.

[ifshebleeds]

-- No it wasn't. Hell always does this. They give you 'choices' but it all just has the same result.

[worthathousand]

[ quietly resigned ] Death all the same.
But— [ more firmly ] —dying for the cause of protecting those who would die without us, instead of dying for a future alliance... I can take pride in that.

[ifshebleeds]

[ she makes a noise, a small 'mnnn' in her throat. Amaranth makes sense, but she's a monster. she can't be noble. ]

...I lost count.

[worthathousand]

[ shaking her head softly ] It's alright.

[ she just... reaches for her gently, then, to pull her close ]

[ifshebleeds]

[ ...oh ]

Amaranth?

[worthathousand]

[ moving a hand to cup her chin ]

...Do you still want a kiss...? [ voice pitched low ]
We were... interrupted, before.

[ifshebleeds]

[ oh

she blushes, too caught off guard to be creepy and predatory about it. instead she just stammers out: ]

U-um, okay! Yes!

[worthathousand]

[ briefly amused—

—then, the movement gentle but confident, she tips Dahlia's chin towards her to press their lips together, her free hand moving to trail against her cheek. ]

[ifshebleeds]

[ she flusters even more, and -- sort of shifts, though her hands are currently occupied by Iris and Gladiolus so she can't do much, as much as she'd like to. She does press into the kiss, though, humming in her throat. ]

[worthathousand]

[ a slight parting of her lips—letting the kiss go a step past chaste—

—then she pulls away, though her fingers stay soft against Dahlia's cheek. ]

The dead recover here. [ keeping her voice quiet ] But even so, in case that cannot be relied upon—

[ and then her own self-consciousness catches up to her, and she blushes and trails off ]

[ifshebleeds]

[ She nuzzles against Amaranth's hand, but when she cuts herself off -- ]

Then what? Amaranth, you can't just start saying something like that and not finish it! Amaraaaaanth!

[worthathousand]

—Oh, ah— [ a small, self-conscious sort of laugh ]

I do think it is very likely that we will be brought back from death. But... in case we aren't, I just... thought I should be sure you got your kiss.

[ifshebleeds]

Oh.

[ bluuuush ]

Thank you...

[phoni]

[ curling her fingers around Dahlia's hand. ]

[ifshebleeds]

[ oh.

takes and squeezes her hand, gently. ]

Two...

[phoni]

[ squeezes it back, face half hidden but what can be seen looks... accepting of all of this. ]

[rootoflove]

[from her position leaning on hellebore, reaches out for her hand]

[ifshebleeds]

[ takes it, lifting it to kiss the back. ]