piers | 02. most love like hunters

So what? What can a useless boy like you do?

[The rage she's kept pent up for months is coming out in full force. The last time she was out was the former queen's birthday party. She can still feel the sting from the woman's slap against her face during the siege in Brussels. But yes, Mariemaia had smiled as she sat in her wheelchair, acting as an object of pity. Of course, there was no way things were going to go well. The Epyon de Talos had attacked and the rest was a blur. The last thing she remembered was being forced to choke down sleeping medication by her so-called "mother." When she woke up, she was back in the manor with the doors to her bedroom locked and the windows barred. It took a full month before she was allowed to see daylight again.

Her bleeding hands don't seem to bother her. Probably the adrenaline kicking in. She just wants to go, to get him out of the way. Without a second thought, she tries to run past him, aiming a kick at his shin.]

Hey--! [ Well, that smarted--on both counts. But Banagher barely has time to linger on the sharp little insult before her toe connects straight with his leg, causing him to yelp in pain and nearly trip in his attempt to turn and stop her. Even if his last goal was to cause a commotion and possibly be discovered (and subsequently dragged back to the ship for a round of questioning on his nonexistent motives) he can't help but try to grab her by the crook of her arm.

If they were lucky, the public would regard the potential row as an argument between kid siblings. ]

Wait! What are you trying to run from?!

You, obviously!

[Struggling to pull her arm from his grasp is futile but you can't blame a girl for trying. No way is she going to be put away in that manor again. Short-sighted as it may seem, she doesn't care where she ends up as long as she's in control of her own fate. If she ends up a starving pauper, at least it was her decision. Maybe a few years of throwing herself into the hard life would make people more inclined to forgive her. She would rise from the ashes like one of the heroines in the stories. A modern Cinderella who shunned her evil stepmother and ran because her fairy godmother was never going to come.]

Edited (ugh i keep missing typos OTL) 2013-02-11 05:27 (UTC)

That's not what I meant! [ He's taking no comfort in her struggle against his grip, and his arm slacks. Banagher isn't really finding an intelligent way to say that he sensed her running, escaping, long before she'd crashed headlong into him, either. Definitely nothing logical that might make her more inclined to trust him. ]

I'm... not really supposed to be here either. So at least let me help you with this. [ He turns her arm up to indicate her bloody palms. ] And then you can go, if that's what you want to do.

[Stilling in his grip somewhat, she continues glaring at him. There's something about his words that convey sincerity. She's not exactly sure why she believes him but she's certain he isn't lying. The sight of her bloodied palm makes her wince, and she grits her teeth as the pain starts to register.]

You're some sort of criminal, aren't you?

[No, that's not a statement that makes much sense at all but what else can one expect from a mind that was born less than a decade ago?]

A criminal? [ Banagher looks at a loss for all of the two seconds it takes to process that question. ] No! Nothing like that, not at all.

[ Stilling, he cranes his neck around to look back the way he'd came. Searching. Though the sky has darkened, the outline of a dark infrastructure still looms in the distance. Lights wink in and out of existence along its frame--orange, red, green. A dock, neither visited nor esteemed enough to be considered a spaceport. Banagher indicates it loosely. ]

There's a ship docked there, one that I wasn't really supposed to leave.

But you did. There must have been some reason you were confined.

[After all, there was a big reason why she wasn't allowed to see the world. What great trespass did he commit against the world?]

A reason? [ Well, yes. But not a traditional one. ] They didn't confine me, because I wasn't really what you'd consider a prisoner. [ Even if he were to tell her the truth, who's to say she'd believe him? Her shrewdness was alarming for someone so young, but he the fewer people the could involve in this mess, the better. ]

Hm, that sounds suspicious.

[And yet she's going along with it nonetheless.]

Where's your ship headed then?

[If she can hitch a ride, all trespasses are more than likely to be forgiven.]

[ He realizes far too late that he's gone and backed himself into an unfortunate corner. None of it had been a lie, but his naive sense of trust landed him with an explanation he wasn't ready to give. Banagher doesn't have the grace to keep the fact that he knows this from washing across his face. ]

...I can't say. [ Coordinates. Coordinates unlocked by his suit. ] It might be dangerous.

Well, can you take me with you?

[Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It doesn't hurt to ask. She'll have a better chance escaping search parties if she's travelling by sea.]

[ Banagher weighs his options. Which admittedly, are few. His voice drops. ]

What are you trying to escape from that's worth putting yourself in danger?

Do you not watch the news or something?

[Seriously 8|]

[ Girl he's clueless, you're homefree. ]

Um, well. I haven't been to Earth in a long time, and media is restricted in a lot of ways in the colonies, so...

[ Not that he really knew how much of a blackout there actually was, but since ping-ponging between ships, his access to much of anything has been cut off. ]

Are you famous or something?

I suppose you could say that.

[His loss is her gain then.]

Look, you owe me a favor now, don't you?

[ Whyyy, child. Why do you give him such intense Audrey vibes, sob. Banagher pauses, though it's not because he necessarily disagrees. ]

Come on. We should take care of your injuries first. They must hurt, right?

Yes and you did it. So you owe me a favor, right? Tell me.

Mm.

[ Yeah that's as much confirmation as you're getting out of him. :| But it's pretty much as good as a yes, so he's going to start walking regardless. ]

Hey! Wait up!

[short stubby pug legs, ok?]

Are we going to your ship now?

[ ...He can't really stay very stern for long. He's bad at this. Slowing his pace, he looks back at her. ]

That's all you want?

What else? I don't want to be here anymore.

[ Pursing his lips, he doesn't exactly say no to this arrangement. ]

Even if you were to come with me, I can't exactly say that it's safe. Where I'm going.

But it's not like being kept in a cage, is it?

That depends.

[ A cage takes many forms. ]

Is that what you escaped from? A cage?

Do you see me as an animal?

[Danger. Danger. This is a trick question.]

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