#becry

☽◯☾┄─ @becry || Ivri-Tower of Memories ᗢ

Tara's  freshly  manicured  nails  dig  into  her  knees  as  she  leans  forward,  hanging  on  every  word  coming  out  of  the  redhead's  mouth.  "Oh  my  God,  don't  leave  me  hanging!"  she  exclaims. Her curls actually bounce with the force of her earnest enthusiasm. "Tell  me  everything  -  what  happened  next?"

"We absolutely can." It didn't matter that every single muscle fibre in her body felt like it was on fire. She wasn't going to let them stop now. "You're the one who invited me to this obstacle course. It's only fair that one of us finishes it!"

"It can be hard to look at ourselves sometimes, knowing what we know and the things we've done. But you can't exactly run away from yourself, can you?"

"Cynicism does not become you," Kwannon replied curtly. If there was one thing she believed could change people, it was love. Perhaps in ways that others may not see, but to say that it was ineffective? That it couldn't cleanse an ugly soul? If that were true, then what hope would there be for her to try? "Unless you've been hurt by it in the past, then that wasn't true love, if I'm being honest."

Kwannon's lips pulled a little thinner, but only just, at Cassidy's question. In those moments when she was alone (which had been 99% of the time), her thoughts only turned to ugly things. Things that would be better left unsaid. For the old her, anyway. "When I wasn't on a mission? My thoughts drifted to the faces of everyone I've taken from their loved ones. It is what I deserved, creating so many ghosts. ... why do you want to know?"

jessica can't help but smirk over the brim of her glass. ice clinks melodically, the bar chatter becomes a calming, familiar din, and one dark brow arches before she finds the politeness to actually apologize. ' sorry. sorry. shouldn't have gone there. i know. ' she sighs dramatically, running bitten nails through ink dark hair. teeth momentarily sink into her lower lip. a sip from the glass is taken, and once the burn dissipates into comfortable intoxication, she tries again. ' i have this amazing ability to hold grudges, if you can believe it. ' a small joke to smother the tension, though if it didn't work she wouldn't exactly be rendered shocked.

"Trust me, Ah know all about that," Rogue smiled sympathetically at Siryn. She didn't need to know exactly to what the woman was referring to relate. Most of the company they kept had spotty history. Terry was maybe one of the few that could understand Rogue being raised by an 'evil' relative. "But doin' that'll drive you crazy. Best to live in the present and work on changing what you can."