kenoslogs | [catch-all] my body is a cage;

[ Dimitri listens and is silent while they finish the walk. It doesn't take too long. It's a somewhat older cottage or small house on it's own plot, complete with garden surrounded by similar houses and some new wet construction. He leads her through the front gate and then up to the door and inside without hesitating. ]

We can look for plants in a little bit... for now, rest a little.

[ There's a sofa in the sitting room. ]

Do you need anything? A drink? Food?

[Having been there before, it's nice to see something familiar when they arrive to Dimitri's cottage. It's neither a room at Heliopolis nor a dusty basement of an orphanage; it's inviting. Cozy.

[At the offer, she hesitates. She isn't sure if she can keep anything down in her current state, but she knows she should probably have something in her stomach after everything she's been through.]

Maybe. Just some water, for now. Or tea, if you can spare any. I dunno...

[She attempts a laugh, straining her headache. As she moves to the sofa while Dimitri does his own thing, the shadows in the corner continue watching her with unblinking stares. Jade's eyes flicker to the phantoms for only a moment -- you're not real; you're not fucking real -- before looking back to Dimitri's direction.]

Nothing like no food or drink after a century-long nap, I guess.

[ It's been opened up to air out. Even with people attending to him, it had gotten a bit musty - but by now it's honestly comfortable again. He offers a little smile. ]

...most of my tea has sadly aged a great deal, so I'm afraid all I can offer is water.

[ But he does return with a cool cup of the stuff and settles it at her hand, within easy reach. Then he finds somewhere to sit and watch and listen. ]

Take your time. There's no hurry.

I see.

...

Yeah, I can't say I'm in the mood for 114-year-old leaves, myself.

[She chuckles nervously, waiting. One hand clutches the front of the cloak, while her other reaches out to accept the cup once Dimitri returns.]

Okay...

[It takes her a moment. Her gaze flicks from the cup in her hand, to the shadows. Among the corpses is a little girl -- clothes burnt, skin charred. A bag on her head.

[Jade blinks, and the shadow is gone.

[After a moment, she takes a drink, the cool water pouring down her throat is more refreshing than she anticipated.

[And as she looks down at the cup, her attention wanders to the scars on her left arm. The lacerations under the deep burns are still noticeable, even after all these years.]

Well, depending on how far back you wanna go -- my family was always, uh... complicated. Mother was a refugee from a country devastated by magical contamination, and a father who took "religious devotion" to a whole new level.

My sister was probably my rock for so many years.

[There's a faint smile, even when her glance returns to the corner where the scorched phantom girl had once been.

[And then the smile fades.] Anyways. They're all dead. That's what happens when you don't live up to the rigid guidelines of a ruthless cult leading a theocratic dictatorship, or something. I've tried justifying it in all kinda ways, but it never made sense. I was too young to really understand it at the time.

[Even though she more or less understands now, but the shame of it was never put into words. Not even to Sirius, who knew almost everything about her past before she lost her only friend, too.]

You know what it's like to be strung up on a cross and burned alive? [With one hand still holding the cup of water, her other touches the scars on her forearm again, forming a tight grip.] It really fucking hurts. And you never forget the smell. The burnt meat.

[ Dimitri simply listens. It's the least he can do now. Even if the story is terrible. Even if it sounds as if it hurts, even if he imagines he can see it happen in his mind's eye. Fire and death and slaughter. He listens with a grim expression, prepared to keep listening until she's finished. Until the story is done. ]

...I can imagine.

[ He replies softly. ]

Although I suppose I don't have to.

[ There was fire on that terrible night of his, too. And while no one was left to burn alive, corpses still burn, don't they? ]

That sounds like a terrible ordeal.

It's so fucking common where I'm from, and yet it's not something I'd wish for anyone to go through.

[Jade pauses, her jaw tightening.]

Well. My father had it coming. But my mother and sister -- they didn't deserve that. Not at all.

[There is animosity in her words when she speaks of her father -- the monster she owes much of her sleepless nights to. Or maybe he was just always an avatar for all her other boxed up bullshit as well. Hard to say. She's no head doctor.]

But, yeah. Guess you can see why the food they were serving up in that jinba village got to me the way it did. The... smell. I can usually tolerate it, but it caught me off guard.

[Of course, it wasn't the only reason, but it was the less heinous one. The one that people could still hear and think "poor girl" about, rather than see her as the disgusting and vile creature she is.]

...yes, I can certainly understand that the smell might bring back unpleasant memories and associations. And I would venture so far as to say no one really deserves such a death. No matter how unpleasant.

[ He smiles a touch thinly, still watching and listening. He's not quite sure what to say - but maybe just understanding is enough for right now. ]

I can speak on my own experiences, if you like.

[ In truth he hasn't talked about them that much. But it's such a large part of his life. ]

[Understanding is about the most Jade can expect. It's hardly the first time she's shared the gritty details of her broken childhood to those who've asked -- or at least pieces of it.]

Believe me, there are people who probably deserve worse.

[For now, she leaves it at that, remiss to expend any more breath on her father's sorry existence at the risk of bringing back his ghost.

[Ignoring the shifting shadows and whispering voices crawling from the delusion, Jade looks at Dimitri instead.]

If you'd like... I was gonna ask, but wasn't sure if I should.

[It's bloody Trauma Dump Hour, so why not.]

...you were willing to share with me. I feel as if I ought to share with you.

[ He smiles a bit weakly, but he's confident enough. ]

When I was a young child, my father and my stepmother and their retinue - I was prince, my father king of Faerghus - traveled to a region called Duscur on a diplomatic mission. For reasons that... I still don't entirely understand, we were attacked. My father and step-mother were assassinated and the entire party wiped out... except for me.

[ He says this in a quiet, low voice. ]

For some reason, I survived, surrounded by their bodies. And I have had to carry the weight of that ever since. For a long time I thought that I was guilty of something for having lived. I heard the voices of the dead speak to me, demanding vengeance. At times... maybe I saw them, too. For the longest time I pretended everything was fine. That I could continue. I got... worse before I become better.

[Eyes closed so as to better focus on his voice, Jade listens. It isn't until Dimitri mentions certain things that her brows furrow a bit.

[Prince. King. Nobility. Maybe he said something about it sooner and she was too distracted to notice, or maybe he kept it to himself. Dimitri wouldn't be the first she's met who felt that way.

[Once he's finished, the question blurts out:]

You're a prince?

[Look, she's starting with the most digestible part.]

Sorry. I just, er... yeah. [Words probably aren't necessary to know that she's sympathetic, but one thing at a time. After all, it's not too much unlike what Jespar had told her, what had happened to his family -- and he even came from similar origin. The only reason she never negged him over it was because he never used his status to make himself feel superior to her, and... Well, Jade liked that about him.

[Dimitri doesn't strike her as the type who would abuse titles, either. Maybe that's why he didn't introduce himself by his when they first met.]

Oh... well, king, actually. Now that my father's dead and I was crowned and all...

[ He smiles with a touch of sheepishness. But there's also confidence. Someone who has talked to people and who deals with them on a daily basis. Which one is the mask is a bit hard to say, although she might have an idea considering that they've spent some time together by now. ]

I thought I'd mentioned it, but... well. I try not to draw too much attention to it. There's not much for me to be king of here, in any case.

Right, that makes sense...

[It's still strange to think that there are nobles out there who don't act entitled to be waited on hand and foot by those deemed "beneath" them. That's always been Jade's experience with their ilk, at any rate. And while she knows it hasn't changed her opinion on nobility entirely, she doesn't immediately bristle at Dimitri's title. If anything, it reminds her of the way Jespar tried to shrug it off when she had first asked him about his heritage.

[In any other situation, she might tease Dimitri about it, like she did Jespar from time to time. But even Jade can read a room, even when she tries to keep it light. And the vigilant shadows don't help make her any less on edge as she tries her damnedest to ignore them.

[Taking a drink from the water and gripping the cloak over her shoulders, Jade nods.]

Thanks for telling me, anyways. I figured you weren't just talking outta your ass when you were acting all empathetic about it. Living through shit like that is... hard.

[Their situations aren't entirely the same -- but if she's going to be dumping her shit onto anyone, it helps to commiserate. Somehow.]

It is. But I'm glad I've lived.

[ He breathes out in a soft sigh. ]

...there was a time when I wasn't sure of that. But I want to keep living and I want to make a difference, however I can. I think that's a better tribute to the dead than any killing could ever be. And... well. I hope that you get better. That's what we're here for, aren't we?

[Sadly, Jade can't think of many times in which she was grateful for her own survival. Sometimes she thinks she would have been better off had she died with the rest of her family that day.

[But there's no point in making those thoughts into words.]

...I guess.

[She pauses.]

I mean, I was never in a position to make much of a difference anywhere, myself -- until recently, that is. Back in my country, it was hard enough just trying to survive. My kind were... not very welcome there, it turned out.

[Having lived in a backwater farm for most of her early years, she didn't get to experience the extent of racism towards the Aeterna until after she was thrown out into the world, left to scrape by on her own.

[Not that it's obvious by looking at her that Jade isn't a full-blooded human. Save for her height, maybe -- but tall humans exist, too.]

Just surviving is often enough.

[ Dimitri points that out with a little smile. ]

...although I suppose my own circumstances were rather different, given the politics. [ He pauses. ]

...your kind? What do you mean by that? Was this some sort of ethnic conflict? It saddens me how such things seem to exist, no matter what worlds we come from. Still - ridiculous that it would become such a burden.

Pfft, yeah. Being a king is a heck of a lot different than being some penniless urchin kid from a podunk farm.

[Not being intentionally self-depreciating here, but... Facts are facts.

[When Dimitri asks, however, Jade blinks, then realizes how odd her comment probably comes off. She takes another drink of water before setting it down.]

Well... [She tucks a strand of long, black hair over her ear, revealing the pointed tips with dark looped earrings along the shell.] I'm not totally human. Not that it's an excuse -- Nehrim isn't at all friendly towards outlanders in general. But I used to try and... "pass" as human as best I could, for a variety of reasons.

Oh-! Oh, I see.

[ He looks a touch sheepish. ]

...I honestly hadn't noticed. Still... that doesn't make any difference. It shouldn't be a reason for others to harm or hunt you. Or anyone.

[ He shakes his head. ]

...in any case, what did you need for your treatment? I can make an attempt to find something.

[Seeing his initial reaction makes her chuckle a bit. Considering her efforts were to try and blend in among humans, his scrutiny (or lack thereof) was not unwelcome.]

If it's one thing I've learned over the years, people don't need a reason to hate or harm others who are different from them. They'll do it regardless.

[And she was hunted... though not specifically due to her being a halfbreed. But that's another story.]

Treatment. Right.

[She glances to the shadows again. Mercifully, the delusions have seen fit to disappear for now, but Jade remains on her guard nevertheless.

[Blinking, she glances back up at Dimitri, her brow furrowing when she sees his face not looking quite... right again. She sighs and closes her eyes.]

I can write up a list of ingredients needed to make something called Ambrosia. Most I doubt will be available in this world -- but other, more common ones might be more feasible, though less effective. [At this point, she'll take what she can get.]

I can do some hunting for them... and see what I can find. I don't know if we'll be successful, but it's the only thing we can do I suppose. Unless there's another way to handle it? Like discord?

[ He seems genuine about all of that at least. ]

I have to admit I'm not familiar with Ambrosia, unfortunately. It's not something we... had to deal with in my own world, obviously.

Discord sounds like the exact opposite of something that would help me.

[Then, she pauses.] No, wait. I've read a little about that -- well, more like skimmed. How... would that help, exactly...?

[There was only so much she could research during her initial weeks here before they all fell asleep for 114 years, okay.]

But I'm willing to try whatever if Ambrosia's out. I don't expect you'll find many people, if anyone, who'll know how to make the stuff in this damned place.

Edited 2024-04-12 02:01 (UTC)

I meant more... would something like the approaches we use to handle discord work on your condition?

[ He shrugs sheepishly. ]

For some reason close contact with others, especially of the opposite faction, helps deal with discord. I don't know if this works quite the same...

Ah, probably not.

[She pauses, thinking about how much she should try to elucidate.]

The Fever is a direct result of my magic. The way it works, it's, er... different from the kinds that I've read about here, to say the least.

...I can't claim to be an expert. But I'm willing to learn a little, if you think it will help.

I'm hardly one, myself. But I'll try to put it as simply as possible...

[Even though she's become quite skilled in magic, it's hard to contend with the fact that she's still pretty new to it. It also means that much of her knowledge is quite fresh.

[She tries to think of where to start:]

Did you have one of those weird dreams when we woke up? That feeling like you were yourself, but not?

...yes. It was very strange. I thought it was only a dream, although I didn't linger on it too much. Why?

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