Lav felt their shoulders tremble as they leaned against the wall for support, the tremor coursing down their arm powerfully enough they had to clutch the elbow to hold it steady. Honey.. Lav remembered the first time they had tried the taste. So rich and thick, sticking to any surface it made contact with, and so..so sweet. It was a sensation that should have made their body's auracels pulse with bright, warm lilac. Instead, dull plum pulsed in slow time with their heart as the memory made their stomach sink with guilt. 'Honey words..like poison..'Kyeera Hastur wrote: ↑Thu Jan 23, 2025 4:15 pm "I think of them too," she finds herself saying. "All of them. Everyday." She hated herself for even bringing up the old crew when Lav was clearly still so torn apart by what happened, but she wasn't above using their memory to stir Lav from her stupor. She used them in life, why not use their memory in death as well.
Their throat choked, collapsed as they pushed off the wall and stumbled toward an elevated counter in what should have been a kitchen. Or would have been, if Lav could find the pieces to make it right.Kyeera Hastur wrote: ↑Thu Jan 23, 2025 4:15 pm "I still wonder if the choices I made are the rights ones," she admits, laughing ruefully at the irony of that statement given the last few days. "In fact, I'm almost certain the choices I made were as wrong as they could be, given the circumstances."
She lifts a small trinket from a nearby shelf, examining it idly before placing it back down, the outline of its base now skewed due to the settled dust. "And I never... I never apologized for what I put you through," she continues. "I still don't even know if I have the right to do so. The right to open myself up to even the possibility of forgiveness. Its why I've put off this meeting for as long as I have, but..."
Her eyes settle on Lav once more, an aura of pity and remorse exuding from her. "I think I'm starting to realize that it was never about me. You deserved an apology, regardless of what it would mean for me. I'm sorry for not realizing that sooner, and I'm sorry for what I put you through. All of it."
...And we both let the confession hang between us, the tension finding no release.
The ice-coated bottle set down with a clattering clink as Lav nearly missed the flat surface with the bottom of the container and threatened to completely shatter its contents. Their head hung down low and hidden, though the silence was broken by a deep, sniffling inhale as they reached for one of the crumpled packets mixed amongst the bottles and started to desperately tear it open and retrieve the small capsule locked inside.
They heard the scream again, in their own mind, the dull pulm turning to burnt magenta as the packet refused to open, was thrown down, and Lav grasped the edges of the counter to try and find calm. Centering. Not pain. Not guilt. Not pity.
One of us reveals a scar or injury that the other didn't know about...
"I have not slept, since the gate was closed" Lav managed to hum out, the cels finally settling on a muted, dull mulberry that made their skin almost appear lifeless. "It has not been possible to dream, of anything but dark and cold. And voices calling in the dark"
Turning to finally face her, Lav stared unfocused over the Captain's shoulder, staring at the now misplaced betting chip they had kept from the time Xi'asz had tried to teach them about gambling and given up when he realized Lav's abilities made it almost impossible to bluff.
"Do you still dream, Captain Kyeera Hastur? Do the others still sleep?" they asked, genuine curiosity seeming to mix a new cynicism that sounded so wrong coming from a voice normally so kind and gentle.