Don't Fuck with the Forest Spirits || OTA

[evulsed]

characters: Vanitas (evulsed) + OTA
location: mostly The Church, the Invincible + the Boathouse
date/time: July 19 and the days following
content: just waking-up-after-being-dismembered things
warnings: violence

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[evulsed]

[ She might not be staring, but Vanitas doesn't return the courtesy. In the places of two hundred years, where the witch learned how to navigate— however rockily— situations such as this, Vanitas doesn't know anything. Living all but alone in the desert, cast out only to find his other half, and then tucked away into the darkness of another person's heart— being around the people of this town consistently, for weeks, is more human interaction than he's ever had in his life. ]

Why did you pretend?

[ He hasn't bitten into the potato yet, evidently interested enough by what Melisandre is telling him to be distracted from the whole point of her arrival. ]

[voktys]

⟪ In her way, she recalls her first months in Westeros, when after the emptiness and silence of Asshai, she was thrust into a world of people –– but then, she never got to be close to any of them, because it was not her place, because if the King is not a social man, then neither is she. ⟫

Most creatures, but mankind most of all, prefers to kill that which they do not understand.

⟪ She steps over to the window, to see if she can catch a glimpse of the bonfire from here. ⟫

Or banish it, at best.

[evulsed]

You could've just killed them first.

[ It's the simplest, most straightforward solution. If they were a threat to her, then why not get rid of them beforehand? Then again, he doesn't know her whole story, and Vanitas himself could understand sparing a life if it was for his own gain. He hadn't killed Aqua at first for that reason. It was only once she'd outlived her use that he'd changed his mind.

With her back to him he bites down on the potato wedge, and the burst of grease and salt startle him enough to be momentarily distracted— enough to really take a good look at what's on the platter and on offer. It stirs his hunger to the point he can't ignore it anymore, and Vanitas sits down on the edge of his bed to dig in. ]

[voktys]

Haven't we all fantasised of that?

⦑ Perhaps most people haven't, but Melisandre certainly has, and at length. Reduce all those to ash who oppose her, so the path is clear and the only enemy which remains is the Great Other and his army of wights, no petty lords.

Of course, that is not the point of saving a world. ⦒

Unfortunately, all the murder would only have more people coming after me. It'll be a cycle I am bound to lose a few rounds in, no?