#stabheavy

"heyyyy...." Bane murmurs, shifting slightly. He sits atop Kesabel, straddling his hips while he coaxes the knife a little deeper, but not so deep as to cause serious damage that can't be fixed later. The hand not holding the knife dips down and collects flowing blood onto fingertips, then pull them to his mouth to lick it off. "you're, super, super reading my mind, babygirl."

He purses bloody lips, then smiles wide.

A soft noise that could almost be thought of a snort. Not that Wyrmwood would ever make such a sound. They turn away slightly, their veil fluttering slightly in the breeze. A delicate hand sneaks out from under it, holding it closed.

❝  and  who  are  you  supposed  to  be?  ❞  he  regards  the  stranger  with  a  dark  gaze,  cool  and  impassive.  assessing,  as  always;  friend  or  foe.

Jedetta, laughing again. He's always, always, always laughing. "and... swear what?" He's faintly aware that he hears someone else approaching. He doesn't tense, however, only smiles wider. "hark, the surgeon approaches."

He'd recognize his footfalls anywhere.

The Surgeon appears then, out of the tree line, carrying the same doctoring bag he had before when he approached Kes, all the way back on earth. "gods won't help him." He says, flatly, when he gets close enough to speak without raising his voice. "i will. put him down."

height comparison meme-ACCEPTING!

nealie is laying down on her mother's plot in this shady, peaceful cemetery and watching the stars. there's classical music playing through the water damaged speakers of her phone, lending the occasional cameo from static and crackling. the cap for her bottle of brandy has long since been lost in the grass. even here, it doesn't seem like she can quite sit still, her leg jostling violently and squishing the green beneath her boot.

"ah shit, i was about to show off how cool i am 'cause i know about constellations..." a hand is raised to the blueness of the night sky, finger extended to connect the dots. "no use, huh." it'd be nothing new to him. the hand drops back down beside her. this is the first acknowledgment to his presence lurking in the treeline, watching her drink and listen and maybe even mourn. in a graceful, if somewhat sudden, move, nealie swings herself upright to sit facing kesabel's direction.