MOD EVENT ↠ IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Some dreams
WHEN: Harvestmere 9:45–Wintersend 9:46
WHERE: The Fade
NOTES: OOC post!

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[cozen]

“Fait chier,” Bastien says, dropping his arms. He’s in trouble, he’s probably just lost money, and he didn’t want her to die, honestly. “I told you to wait for him, you over-dramatic—“ No, he isn’t going to call her names. He points at her instead, in a warning sort of way. “Do not pull it out.”

It’s a lost cause, almost certainly, at that angle. But he drops one of his daggers to try rifling through his pockets for anything that might help—with the pain, if nothing else.

[doneisdone]

Teren has been down this road before, and knows that even the strongest will can break. She's lived a good long life, and if this is how she sticks it to the man who thinks he's won, then she's just petty enough to follow through with it.
Meeting Bastien's eyes squarely, she pulls the knife out. A cough follows, blood splattering on the floor, and she sinks to the ground on her side, breathing labored.

[cozen]

“Shit,” he says, with feeling—but quietly, to himself.

He’s found a bundle of elfroot leaves, meant for chewing to stave off headaches and minor pains. Useless. But it’s what he has, so he comes closer and crouches, dagger still in one hand, leaves in the other, ready to put them in her mouth himself if necessary.

“Take these.”

CW THIS IS GROSS

[doneisdone]

For a moment, it looks like Teren is going to comply. She weakly lifts her hand as if to take the herbs, but, quick as a snake, grips at the collar of Bastien's shirt instead, dragging him toward her. There, she kisses him deeply.

And coughs.

Her tainted blood spatters into his mouth, which she holds against hers with all the strength she has, his dagger going ignored-- what is he going to do, stab her some more?-- and then, just as abruptly, she crumples back to the floor, the light beginning to leave her eyes, her teeth and lips streaked with red. She coughs again, spewing more blood onto the floor.

"May it-- rot you from the inside," she rasps, smiling ghoulishly, "until-- you yearn-- for death."