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[dignity_misery]

[Her voice is deep, melodious. She doesn't sing, but she does chant the little spell with a lilting air.]

Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn.

[And her tone changes with a snap, shouting:] Come look at me, you fucking bitch.

[Breath.]

I bet you're happy.

[Then quietly,] He was supposed to be the one to suffer.



[[ooc; Losing her shit after being cured of the plague, like I promised. Anyone who wants to just jump straight to action is welcome to. The folks she'd go to know who they are. For the rest, the doors are unlocked at the flat. Action threads come with a tw: self-harm.

This is also forward dated a few days, because I really don't tend to tag on weekends.]]

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And what would feed you?

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I don't know. [And because this is private and because he brought her a crown of bones, she murmurs,] I want someone to love me.

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When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies...

There are so many who say that, who think that. Perhaps they even believe it. But--

[He pauses, considering.]

--perhaps it would feed you. My poor starving liege lady.

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I've gotten little tastes.

[She thinks so, anyway.]

And then they're gone.

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Only enough to whet the appetite, huh?

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The City sends them back. They forget me. When it sends me back, I'll forget myself.

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And what of those who know you here whom you leave behind?

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What about them.

[Bitterness. She can't get what she craves from them either. They would forget her, perhaps even be relieved to no longer hear her calling Ladybird Ladybird.]

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Wouldn't they think on you? From time to time?

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[Maybe. She feels contrite about the notion, but still,]

It isn't enough.

[Her mantra for the day.]

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Of course it isn't!

[And he laughs.]

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There was one, I might have... [Been satisfied with? She doesn't know how to be satisfied.] Been happy with.

He picked someone else.

[So while she was certain he would think on her... That was a sour consolation.]

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Oh, now that is a pity and a shame. And this was someone in the City?

[Do go on. Gossip is lovely.]

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He's here. He's always been here.

[Karl is the only one she's really spoken to about Chase openly, she's not so sure she wants to share all of it with Flagg.]

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Has he?

You do want someone who's always there, but always here? A different situation entirely.

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It has to be here. There's... nothing else.

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Nothing? Really?

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I'm going to kill myself.

[It's just a fact. If she could die here, she'd have done it already.]

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[He's not even bothered by it.]

Of course you are.

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I'm just waiting here, until then.

[Sort of trying to live, but she's still troubled. She can only distract herself for so long before the city drags the misery back out of her. Before her heart is hurt again and she questions the point of trying to resuscitate it again.

She's gotten better at being hurt, it doesn't always drive her down. But she has her limits.]

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And so you suffer more, by living. Or by being forced to live.

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[That was definitely it and her hand goes up to her throat, nails crawling through the red wounds she's already laid there.]

I've died... twice. Someone shot me, and Barbet brought me back. And I poisoned myself, here, and the City brought me back.

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Make it three for three. Why not? Go on.

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[She's knows what you're doing Flagg, you're not the first.]

It's worse to be undead.

[Her smile is cold and furious and lovely.]

I've done that twice too.

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[He doesn't care if she sees through it or not. This is all somewhere between antagonism and flirting.

He smiles back, brightly.]

And everybody knows the undead are always hungry.