[It's never quiet. There are constant, clamoring nightmares, and yet each horror only serves to reinforce something else. It is the constant, pulsating reminder of not being alone. It therefore can't be said they met again in quieter circumstances. Such a thing has been impossible for a while - and perhaps always was and will be, for people like them.
She makes herself neither difficult nor easy to find, hovering at the poolside bar for one final drink. Better to not be sedated tomorrow, and imbibing too much will make her too sleepy, but one is fine.
When Medea does catch her quarry, Waltaquin watches the way she carries herself in the dim night light. Even without her head being filled with the resonance of vengeful screaming, she wouldn't be able to tell at first. So she watches, pondering her gait and her expression and her hands.]
Hahahahaha, is this sentimentality I spy from you, or just a signal?
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She makes herself neither difficult nor easy to find, hovering at the poolside bar for one final drink. Better to not be sedated tomorrow, and imbibing too much will make her too sleepy, but one is fine.
When Medea does catch her quarry, Waltaquin watches the way she carries herself in the dim night light. Even without her head being filled with the resonance of vengeful screaming, she wouldn't be able to tell at first. So she watches, pondering her gait and her expression and her hands.]
Hahahahaha, is this sentimentality I spy from you, or just a signal?