faderift | god damn it

[ They most certainly aren't any one's idea of the Inquisition, right now. But it's less of a concern to the tears on Myira's face. Her fingers grip hard into themselves. Holding, holding, holding.

Though, she doesn't dart closer. Let Kitty do that - chances are, they would do nothing but fight again. Does as she meant to. Goes to the horses, checking them over, but she's half ear turned, waiting. Just in case. ]

[ Myira is still stomping her way over to the horses. Her thighs and ass and everything is one big massive ache. She'd wanted this to be, well, not a lark but something diverting and they were fighting over nothing. She speaks without stopping to turn around, still crying. ]

Don't go pulling my tailfeathers--! It's stupid! How's she lookin' down on you? Or me?

[ Myira makes it to her horse and reaches out to take the reins from Lakshmi, then falters. She hiccoughs and lets out a muted son and presses her face into the horse's neck. ]

You--this ain't how it's supposed to be.

[ Kitty shakes her head, and studiously avoids looking at Lakshmi. ]

Look, it's - it's a human thing. It's a stupid human thing. Humans decided long ago that certain people are better just 'cause of who their parents were and who they marry. And as far as humans are concerned, 'cause of my birth and my circumstances, that I'm worthless. But I won't put up with - I don't put up with - anyone treating me like that.

[ Then - ]

Don't be upset. I'm sorry.

[ Shit. Her mouth fixes, flat, hard, watching them, carefully so.

Pride is an ugly thing, she supposes, and she has more than most of both halves of it. But she would betray her father, the streets she was raised on. Because does it matter? What does a girl care for pride half writ in blood?

But there was an order to it. At least that she could be a sightless awkward as she steps around. Reaches for Myira first. To pull her close, arms around her shoulders hands still rough, but at least familiar to the motions.

The rest is... less familiar. She made it such a habit after all. She admitted only the faults in not doing enough. Destroyed buildings, battles, the sword in her hand. ]

Kitty. [ Specific, her name. And what a name it can be. ] I made a mistake. [ She breathes in. My father deserved better. A slower breath out, it's awkward in her mouth. ] I'm sorry.

[ Kitty draws back when Lakshmi approaches, giving her the room to embrace Myira. Her face is hard and suspicious when Lakshmi addresses her directly. Wary. At the end of the day, Kitty's a girl who's more accustomed to having oaths uttered at her than apologies, and so she can't help but search for the danger when an apology comes. ]

What d'you mean, a mistake?

[ Myira goes quiet as the two finally speak to each other. There's comfort in Lakshmi's touch and she's grateful for it but she doesn't want to talk anymore. It feels as if she's done the lion's share of it for days and now she can let them work it out. She slumps against Lakshmi, shoulders still shaking as she lets loose more tears, releasing the stress and anger and sheer frustration that has been building the whole way here. ]

My pride spoke and my anger spoke. It was... wrong of me.

[ Adjusting, her arm settled around her shoulders, tilting her head so Myira could settle as she pleased where it was comfortable. A little too big, after all, to pick her up. But enough space there for her to bury all her tears. ]

When you have been at war... [ Well, long enough. ] You forget how you seem. How you are. What you are. It was not right of me to do... disregard what you were saying, simply because of that, and my position has often meant I do.

Oh.

[ Kitty shuffles her feet. ]

It's - whatever. It doesn't really matter.

[ Which is a rich goddamn thing to say when she's spent the past weeks giving Lakshmi the silent treatment. ]

[ Myira tucks her head into Lakshmi's shoulder and seems determined to stay there, at least for the immediate future. As the two speak, she seems to calm down a little and when she does speak up, she's only a little teary. ]

...I was afraid you were gonna hate each other th' rest of time or somethin'.

[ Myira, honey. ]

[ That at least - she can huff for laughter. Carding her fingers against the top of Myira's head in an off way - practised to something similar, maybe. An easiness to the motions. ] I think it is no more than Kitty and I... both have something of a temper.

[ And a strong sense of ideals that took no quarter, on top of it. Something she can meet Kitty's gaze with easily. ] It matters. Enough people will trip over their pride when sense is being spoken to them, and cause even more suffering because of it. I will not be one of them.

I - Yeah, maybe.

[ A little bit of color comes into her cheeks as she agrees. She finds herself flustered by the apology, uncertain how to react to it. So, after a bit of internal struggling, she says - ]

I guess - I just - [ A huff. ] You didn't do anything that bad. I just - You're not from my world, and you're not like the people I knew, and I need to remember that. Sorry. And sorry, Myira. I know this has...really just stunk for you. This whole experience.

[ She's not here to drag it on, to drag Kitty over it - what good would that do. So her head bows, measured and the once before she like ever: gets on with it. ]

Our apologies, little one. Humans are quite often fools. [ Soft as anything, she kisses the top of Myira's head. Careful against her hair. Just a peck and no more. Even then, it is straightforward as she detangles from her. Smoothing her thumbs against her cheeks to mop away the tears. Smoothing her hair back. Putting her back together that is absent, really, of much thought. Practised tending. The soft tsk that is looking at her. ] Water. You should be drinking it.

[ And she lets go, because want as she might, act as she does - neither of them are her children. ] Kitty, you're still in charge, I believe. [ And they have made enough of a show of themselves for the time being. ] Do you want to tell them to get ready to move?

[ Myira scrubs away what remains of her tears and makes a motion to grab her waterskin from her saddle, nodding. Water--she definitely feels a little headache coming on from the crying and the damned heat. ]

Aye. You two're... real important to me here. It's like I got an auntie an' a sister almost. [ A small laugh. ]

I'm ready when you lot are.

[ An auntie and a sister? That's...a very strange thought. Kitty is altogether discombobulated a moment, at the thought that Myira considers her to be like family. Families are broken easily, after all, but building them? That's not something that can be done in a moment. Is it? ]

Yeah. I'll - erm - go and let them know. That they're coming with us.

[ She huffs out a breath, awkwardly, and then turns away. ]

god damn it

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