mental link // S72

[servitor]

DIASPEIREIN To scatter, spread about.	MELIORISM The belief that the world gets better.
ORIFLAMME A symbol or standard that inspires confidence, devotion, or courage.	VANGUARD The troops moving at the head of an army.

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[servitor]

[He gives her a sideways glance, brows furrowed.]

What you did to me? That took two people, not just one. [He clicks his tongue as he looks away again.] Don't give me that crap. I don't know what else to do here, Annie. You want me to look after the girls, I'll do it. You want me to look after Noct, I'll do it. I can do whatever you throw at me but this?

[Nyx gestures the invisible thread between each other. It's going to get him on the wrong end of something or other. Maybe he'll be on that receiving end of being kicked in the teeth. Calm or quiet? Maybe not internally, no. Focused is what he is, and he can take all of that insanity that keeps spinning around him and force it into something.]

You and me, we're stuck together. You keep telling me to fuck off every damn minute I try with you, and for what? [Now he looks at her squarely, shifting his entire posture towards her.] I'm already dead, Annie. Listen to me. You can't do anything worse than what's going to happen. So do whatever it is the hell you want but quit tell me to fuck off, because I'm not going anywhere. I'm a soldier. I've been a soldier for most of my life. I have to keep going and I have to look after my own. I've seen so many of my own die but I couldn't let that hold me back because I had a tomorrow to fight for. I had a tomorrow that I wish my sister could see but can't. And I'm here trying to get through to you, trying to tell you it's okay to fall apart on my watch because we're on the same side, but you keep telling me to fuck off. So what do you want me to do? What is it?

[sistershoggoth]

[ She flicks the cigarette away, turning to face him, tiny and ferocious with her chest puffed up indignantly. ]

Don't fuckin' squawk at me when I'm trying to answer your shitty fucking questions!

[ She crosses her arms over her chest, frowning at nothing for a long moment, ]

I'm sorry! For calling you. A fuckboy. It'd be easier if you were, I would super just ghost the absolute shit out of you, and not deal with your stupid fucking niceness that I don't feel like you should waste your time directing at me. Now stop emoting at me, I am full. My head hurts and I am full. You are loud.

[ The punch to the shoulder is not intended to actually wound, it is a futile limp little gesture of oh my god shut the fuck up already. ]

[servitor]

[He huffs once, through his nostrils. He's exhausting the shit out of her by being himself is his best translation here. He's been this way for years, he's not actually sure how to turn himself off.]

I'll shut up if you deal with my niceness that I decide how to waste.

[Though he's honestly just doing what he thinks anyone should do, or things he'd like that would be done if he were in the same situation.

But he really does need to know how to shut off the mental... everything. He's been told before to calm it down, except he has no idea how to do that.]

[sistershoggoth]

Okay.

[ Literally no one has ever fought her that vigorously about it before. She puts her hands up in surrender. ]

You win.

[servitor]

[He grins as he settles back against the wall. It was never about winning, in all honesty.

But her language is redirection, sarcasm, and humor, so.]

Damn right.

[sistershoggoth]

[ Huff. ]

You don't have to look so smug about it.

[servitor]

I've heard I look good when I'm smug.

[sistershoggoth]

Yeah, well unless you're stuffing that look between my legs I'm leaving it here to go get some coffee.

[ She rubs her temple. She does seriously have a headache, the headaches unsurprisingly come about when she's actively rejecting her own emotions, causing a floor of tension and constricted blood vessels. Shocker. ]