(open) i made a sucker's prayer

[scholiast]

who: lucretia & you
what: tdm prompt + catch-all
when: late march/early april
where: oot n aboot
warnings: warnings for violence re: monster fights

01 everybody was monster fightin' (ota)

(Lucretia has always fought better in pairs than alone.

Its to do with her defensive capabilities; she's extraordinarily good at buff magic, at covering those with more destructive power, keeping them safe as they dive in head first. She can at least hold her own when she needs to but it's trickier. It isn't as fun, either! She likes being in a team.

Regardless, she's grouping creatures together with lightning spells and the odd fireball, trying to keep an eye out for other fighters or innocents about to be caught in the line of fire, anybody who needs a hand or a quick shield. Her elemental magic isn't at the same level as her abjuration work; eventually she falls back, starts to conserve her higher level spell slots.

Anybody who has just found themselves in a sticky situation or just looks like they need an extra hand will suddenly find a neat shield of faith being cast about them.)

Comments

[dancingmd]

(She kisses Lucretia's knuckles.)

That's all right. It just takes practice.

[scholiast]

(That coaxes a smile out of her.)

I'd better get practicing in that case, huh.

[dancingmd]

We'll practice together.

(Because the truth is, while Nana made sure she could feed herself without a replicator, Beverly is nowhere near the level of ability of someone like Taako.)

And... it'll be easier now that you're here. That is... if you want to stay.

[scholiast]

(She nods, unable to help the way her smile widens. It will be fun, learning how to cook with Beverly and to stay in the apartment with her, sharing her bed. The thought of having a place to come back to after being out, to be sharing that, not having to be alone...

It's a lot. She blinks, and exhales shakily.)

I'd love to stay.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly beams, unsure why she had been so nervous to ask. It was probably an inevitable course for them, flood or no. )

Good! We can redecorate some and of course we'll have to make space for Junior and your art (...somewhere...)

[scholiast]

(Lucretia's still caught up in her thoughts and just nods, glancing up as Beverly gestures about them. She's been thinking lately about trying to find a studio towards the city where she can keep her art things, stop them from cluttering up her work and home life. It seems very luxurious, to be able to have such an option.)

We'll sort it all out.

[dancingmd]

I just want it to feel like home for you too.

[scholiast]

As long as you're here, it will.

[dancingmd]

(Oh no, that is too cute and sweet and perfect that Lucretia definitely deserves another kiss!)

I'm sorry it had to happen this way, but I'm glad to be taking this step.

[scholiast]

(She nods, bolstered by Beverly's kiss.)

Same, but... (she looks down at the clump of pasta in her bowl.) I'm nervous, too.

[dancingmd]

I know.... Me too.

(And no doubt for the very same reasons.)

[scholiast]

(Another nod. Perhaps this conversation has been a little overdue.)

I want this, (she says simply, and glances up,) so much, but you're staring to make it very hard to want to leave, and... that scares me.

[dancingmd]

(She knows. Boy does she know. The times when she's let herself think that maybe this could work, maybe there's another option... only to be wracked with guilt over how selfish she's being.)

I'm scared too. I thought... I thought talking to Deanna and Wes would help, even if they only were holograms, but... I think it just made everything that much more complicated.

[scholiast]

(Lucretia's been having similar problems.)

I've never felt like this before, about anybody. And– Beverly, I don't have anything to go back to, or any one. (A self inflicted isolation of course, but...)

I'm not sure what to do, (she confesses, giving Beverly's hands a gentle squeeze,) except... cross that bridge when we get to it.

(It's a terrible thing to say, but she feels so lost.)

[dancingmd]

I hope you know you always have a place with me, if you choose. I've never wanted to put any pressure on you but...

[scholiast]

I know. (She exhales sharply, shakes her head.)

I'm sorry. It's not your fault, and you've never put pressure on me; it's just been on my mind a lot lately.

[dancingmd]

It's impossible to not think about.

[scholiast]

Yes.

(She takes her hands back, runs them over the top of her head: a nervous gesture. She's really put her foot in something that should have been a lovely moment, huh.) Are you frustrated with me?

[dancingmd]

What!? No!

(She scoots closer and wraps an arm around Lucretia's shoulders to pull her in.)

Why would I be frustrated with you? We chose this, we knew what we were getting ourselves into, and I don't regret it, I promise. I can't even be mad with this place any more, because it brought me to you.

[scholiast]

(Her demeanor softens as Beverly extends an arm around her.)

I was thinking more in terms of my– uh, 'romantic' acceptance of your offer. But thank you.

(She kisses Beverly's cheek, and rests her forehead briefly against her temple.) I feel the same way. I don't know what I would have done without you.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly strokes the top of her head. For a minute, she sits in comfortable silence, allowing this moment to settle. But then she eyes her bowl of spaghetti and has to smile.)

Starved, if those noodles are any indication.

[scholiast]

Wow.

(Rude, but true?? She gives Beverly an admonishing tickle anyway.)

[dancingmd]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

(She swats away her hand with a laugh then reaches over for her sticky bowl of pasta.)

Look! I'm eating it!

[scholiast]

No, don't–

(She scoops the bowl out of Beverly's hand with mage hand, manoeuvring it back into the kitchen and onto the counter.) At least heat it so it un-sticks a bit before you try.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly places a hand to her heart.)

You're always looking out for me!