restinglichface: DNT ([contemplative] did we do it right?)
lup đŸ”„ ([personal profile] restinglichface) wrote in [personal profile] scholiast 2017-08-30 05:24 am (UTC)

[Everything sucks and this is hell. Lucretia's theories, the mental notes she's talking through taking, her nervous laugh, the weight of her hand against Lup's. All of it is so strikingly familiar that something sharp jabs at Lup's heart. No matter what Taako says, she just can't see the woman Lucretia supposedly becomes inside of her friend. Granted, she only knows of The Director second-hand, all told through her brother's spitting anger and hurt. Because of that, it's easy to imagine Lucretia and her future self as two separate entities, The Director a sort of an evil doppelgÀnger to the wonderful woman sitting at her side.

It's just so much easier to think of that way. It makes this conversation seem like it's about someone else entirely.]


I know why because Taako told me. [Lup takes the bottle and rests it at her knee, fingers tapping out a random rhythm on it's neck. It's difficult, to bring up crimes that Lucretia isn't even responsible knowing she's already being judged for them. But she deserves to know what's going on with her brother, why their friends may have been peering so oddly at her earlier that day. And really, there is just no way to sugarcoat what she has to say.]

He said you erased everyone's memories of me. Fed my info to Magnus' stupid jellyfish and, just, poof. [Her fingers finally stop drumming, going still on the neck of the bottle, but her gaze stays fixed on Lucretia's face. Lup doesn't look happy revealing this information, but she also doesn't look upset over it either. She just appears a little melancholy, the corners of her mouth pulling downwards.] No more Lup.

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