Bahamut's Lance

The tiredness is bone deep. Her muscle ache, her joints make their complaints as she say on the edge of the bed, towel around her body and brush in hand. It is late, too late. By the time Olivia got home from work Fang had already put Noah to bed, and she was sleeping peacefully. The captain took the opportunity to take a long hot shower that by the time she actually came out it was two am.

A deep intake of air is taken, the room smelled of vanilla and something smokey, something very reminiscent of Fang's scent and Olivia instantly felt relaxed. As she ran the brush gently through her dark stresses, Olivia yawned. The heaviness of her body had already made the decision that there was no way she'll have the energy for her to get into her pajamas so she the decision came easy: she'll untangle her hair and the go into her side of the bed close to Fang.

Fang had become quite the other mother in ways to Noah, and it was a growing bond she appreciated. She had made dinner that night and left some with a note for her beloved when she got home to make sure to eat something. Reading something to Noah, the boy dozed off relatively quickly, and Fang had found herself taking a shower before she had time to rest. Fang often stayed awake longer when Olivia wasn't home, but eventually, her tiredness overruled her want to wait. Sleep took her and with it, she had passed out quite peacefully until her ears picked up on the sound of movement nearby. Opening her green eyes, the woman was slow in sitting up, only to glance to recognize the form beside her.

@yunhuntress liked for a starter. [ FANG | ELLIOT ]

He’s trying not to stare. He’s trying to play it cool and pay attention to Fin but they both know his eyes and mind are elsewhere and the knowing look the Sargent is giving Elliot is more than enough to make him laugh. No, it wasn’t funny, all contraire, Elliot laugh is more out of pity for himself. Because, once more, he cease to act on his feelings, once more through neglect and unclearness he had come to lose Olivia once more and this time around? He knows it is forever.

There had been laughter in the office as Fang had brought flowers for Olivia along with some homemade lunch she had done for her. It was her way of checking in on her partner and ensuring she properly ate. It was something she also did for Noah in the mornings and evenings in helping to take him to school and getting his own lunch made with his help at night too. A little activity together. A nice family routine of sorts and one Fang cherished.

She had given Olivia a tender kiss goodbye, knowing she had to get back to her own work soon enough at the mechanic shop. Waving off to some of the other detectives who knew her, she moved to the elevator in time to catch it before her green eyes locked to Elliot's face. A face she knew too well from old pictures and a name she recalled from talks with Olivia and others in the department.

She kept her back straight while looking to him before motioning toward the numbers on the elevator. "Headed down and out yourself?" she asked deciding to try and keep civil. The man had once been something extremely important to Liv and still was to some degree. He was the one who could have taken her heart to treat it well if he had taken the chance to step up, but now that heart truly belonged to Fang. It was something Fang would not lose nor injure in any capacity as she truly loved Olivia for being herself. She had been there to help the woman grow in ways she knew Olivia never thought was possible for herself, and she encouraged her to continue being fully true to her.

i'm her little demonsbane is said with such vile sarcasm, there's absolutely no doubt that karlach absolutely hates it. she'd absolutely hate the tattoos, and burns and the engine itself if all of those now didn't have good memories attached to them as well. someone loved her as is, but she can't be as is if she doesn't permanently stabilize the engine for faerun.

"You are no one's bane." Fang was quick to correct despite understanding the sarcasm from her companion. The woman moved a hand to rest it along Karlach's left shoulder for a moment. A gentle squeeze was given showing Fang would always be her support through thick and thin. She was there, and would always remain right at her side. As she spoke of the directions to fight, Fang made note of that. A proper tactical plan and one she would adhere to. Hearing of eating, she adjusted to lean against Karlach a bit more time. She had no doubts they'd get through and fight on through hell for as long as it took. Fang would always help her tielfing, and it showed in her actions.

she had a feeling that fang checking in and out would make a timely appearance -- doesn't forsake the fact that kristen very rarely trusts word [ karlach was the only exception ], but actions do speak louder and kristen is truly growing fond of fang and the woman's very random appearances. the tiefling's lips are curled into a scowl, a growl almost escaping her lips.

" we can't leave! " kristen just shouts, raises her sword, swings it and the sensitive shadow-cursed souls split. mouths the last thing that just disappear as if they wanted to scream.

Utilizing her strength and magic, the woman surged forward to burn and slay more demons as they kept coming. Her positioning shifted to cover more of Kristen's backside to keep the tiefling well-protected from any sneak attacks.

At least Fang was a well-seasoned warrior, keeping up with the oncoming attacks left and right. Her blade sliced and slashed through numerous attackers. Her drive to keep them both alive was in full-throttle mode after all. Blade thrust through flesh and soon was retracted as Fang kicked the body off her blade to move to rest her spine against her companion for a brief moment to breathe. "I'll keep holding the line as best as I can for him then. I'm not going to let you or Halsin fall. We can fix this mess, "she growled out, cracking her neck to keep attacking and fighting the good fight.

More kept coming, but Fang eventually pushed forward to draw attention away from Kristen to keep enemies focused more on her to the best of her ability.

(She's already lost control.)

But she hasn't set fire to the room, hasn't exploded anything with her mind yet, or whatever fucking sorceresses do; Xu inhales. Exhales. Keeps breathing.

The bangle works. They know it works. They'd given that little shit Odine money to make sure it worked, and to design better ones for Garden's use.

This one has a thumbprint scanner, and she knows it's not keyed to anyone in this room.

"How long am I locked in here? Or am I free to go? Where's the commander?"

Where's Squall, so she can tell him to his face that now he's ruined her life for real?

And waking up strapped down to a bed is not a point in her favor for walking out of here without any kind of fight. One of the medics moves in, and Xu catches the glimpse of a syringe in hand, filled with something.

"Get the fuck away from me," she snarls. Or else she'll shove that syringe somewhere he really won't like. "I'm not some wild animal you need to sedate."

She doesn't allow herself to say anything, not until her arms are free, until her legs are free, until she can lurch up into her wife's hold. She's not dead, she's in one whole piece, she's not hurt--

(but she can feel it, under her skin, writhing like maggots, like worms.)

"Get it out of me," she begs in a voice that threatens to crack, get it out of her, give it to someone else, anyone else. If anyone had asked, if anyone had ever bothered to dig deep enough to find out, they would know this is her worst nightmare.

There's a thick cuff of silvery-dark metal around her wrist like a single handcuff, something she only notices because Fang's hair gets caught in the edge of it when Xu finally pulls back enough to breathe.

Someone else is talking to her, words filtered distantly through panic, through the sound of her heart beating hard in her chest. She doesn't care. The bangle is there, mocking her as openly as Esthar had raged against the aftermath of Adel's occupation. She can escape it, she can be sent away from it...

But it's always going to come after her.

Easing an arm from around her, she moved it to interlock their fingers for a moment as green eyes looked to brown. "I can't rip it out of you as what is done is done. I think Rinoa's in a third or fourth surgery and if I remember correctly on how this shit happens, you were the one she passed this to." she uttered only to lean in to rest her forehead to Michele's

"But you aren't alone in this as I will be right here alongside you."

She would rip the energy away from her if she could however as she had handled violitile magic before in her life. Remaining close to her wife, she noticed the bangle after it had untangled from her hair. Fingers moved to touch it before looking once more to Michele.

It happens without warning.

An escort mission, gone badly awry-- Rinoa Heartilly, in Deling General, recovering from a gunshot wound. Michele Xu, in a subterranean infirmary of Galbadia Garden, surrounded by walls backed with Odine metal, asleep for three straight days before anyone thinks to notify her wife that anything had happened at all.

(And it's only Squall that manages it, because this is the kind of thing that should be kept under wraps, that shouldn't be known. The succession happens, but they hadn't planned on it ever moving from Rinoa. At least, not without a good plan in place.)

Michele Xu, coming to, slowly, confused, blinking against entirely too much sleep grit in her eyes, feeling like her body weighs a thousand pounds, moving to rub at her face, and unable to lift her arms from where they've been pinned down with soft restraints to the cot.

"--What?" Murmured, exhausted, pulling her arms again and getting nowhere for her effort. Her head turns, searching for someone, anyone-- the room is empty, and she sees Fang behind the window, talking to medics in Galbadia red scrubs. "Fang?"

The whole place must be soundproofed, though, because her voice falls flat. Xu moves again, pulling, lifting her upper body as much as she can off the bed.

"Fang," she tries again, louder this time.

(Rinoa, bleeding all over the ground and Xu's lap, Rinoa, grabbing her wrist in an iron hold and whispering that she's so sorry, before all that magic lets go, and Xu has no choice in the matter, can't escape it, can't evade it.)

The panic is delayed, filtering up through those thousand pounds of exhaustion, sedatives, whatever else they'd done to her. Whatever the magic had done to her, an insidious, unwanted invader in her veins.

The panic is delayed, but it doesn't mean it doesn't break through eventually, and she feels something in her shoulder pull painfully, reigniting an old injury as she fights against the restraints, against the inevitability.

She can't be-- she won't be--

Why?

No one had notified her at the time it happened. It was three days later when she was informed about it, and she was beyond furious. Squall had to deal with her proper fury. It was a damned good thing she no longer had Ragnarok in her system to contend with. While she understood it was something no one wanted out to the public, Michele was her fucking wife! Fang had every right to know what happened to her.

In time, she turned to look through the glass to see her partner awake. Instinct overrode any sense of warning from everyone. She knew that look from her and could tell Xu was yelling for her. She'd be damned if she let anyone get in her fucking way, getting to her wife.

Fang ignored all commands of no going into the room and got in after decking a guard at the door. She left him with a busted nose as she stepped into the containment area and moved straight to her beloved. "I'm here." she uttered, only to reach out to gently caress Michele's cheek. "I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't here sooner." she added.

Her touch was tender and warm with familiar callouses as Fang reached down to press a soft kiss to her forehead for a gentle moment despite all the chaos around and within them. While she saw the restraints, she hated they were on her wife and she worked to undo them, understanding how Michele hated being in such conditions. Too many flashbacks of the past in hospitals left Fang beyond murderous for such treatment of her woman even if now she was a sorceress.

Oh, the misery,

Everybody wants to be my enemy!

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