[Lan Fan is admittedly a little shocked to find that she actually is beginning to miss those god-awful mirrors from the Country, but at the very least they worked well for quick communication...]
[As it was, she was trying to quell the urge go out searching for Ling again, reasoning that he'd been there longer than her, longer without her, that he had routines and that this was likely perfectly normal... and that she should just wait for him to return to the apartment like anyone else would.]
[It was harder that she cared to admit, and she remained perched on the back of the couch in the main living area, looking more like a cat ready to spring at the slightest movement than a girl patiently waiting on someone.]
there'sss an unarmored blonde man standing in front of the door, but that might not be as important as what looks like the bloody Ling slinged over his shoulder.]
[The scowl deepens and her posture straightens when she recognizes Gilgamesh--sorry dude, she was warned about you--but only for a moment before she recognizes the fact that he's carrying Ling.]
My prince--!! [The door is thrown open so hard it's a wonder it doesn't come off the hinges and HI GIL, DON'T MIND HER WHILE SHE JUST GETS RIGHT IN YOUR SPACE trying to get a better look at Ling. ;a; brb, thinking he's just knocked out atm /sob]
[he scowls, stepping back right away with Ling on him -- and if she looks closely at him, she can probably tell there's little movement in Ling's body; he's covered with bloody wounds, as well.]
He is dead.
[he doesn't see a point to lying to her -- and he promised Ling he would protect her.]
[Heat prickled up her spine when he stepped back and Lan Fan had the very real urge to strike at him--but his words froze her to the bone and she didn't even move to follow, eyes taking stock of what was in front of her.]
[She isn't in the habit of glossing over things to avoid the truth: that tended to be how people wound up dead, taking things for too much or too little of what they were... but this... She could see the lack of movement, the severity of the wounds... the absence of chi flowing from him.]
[No, she didn't want to believe this--]
[Her head shook, like the muscles were jerking involuntarily and she took a step back until her back met the doorframe behind her.]
No.
[She wasn't going to believe it. She would not believe it. Not even with him right before her. It was a trick, a plot, something--he couldn't be--]
[She looked straight at Gilgamesh again, repeating the word, something a little wild gathering in her eyes.]
[he's impassive as he watches her -- he's never been exactly one for tact, or sensitivity, so he doesn't show any sign of sorrow or empathy; just a cold mask, unslinging Ling from his shoulder.]
I killed him. It was impossible for me not to.
[he doesn't quite mind the look in her eyes -- if she was to strike him then he would take it. he was in no mood for a fight at the moment, unless she went further.]
[Her eyes widen a little more, not quite in shock but in anger, her stance going rigid, a pinched creek coming from her automail as she clenched her fists. It was a wonder she could see anything but red for the moment. Perhaps it was simply because it wasn't quite real yet. Perhaps it was because he still had hold of her prince.]
[it probably came off as more snappish than need be, but he had no patience for this woman's demands -- even if she was Ling's subject. really, it was only because she was Ling's subject that he wasn't leaving right then and there.]
[She was shaking now, trying to hold herself back and failing.]
And why would you follow such an order!?!
[She struck out hard and fast with her left fist, aiming right at his face. At the moment she couldn't care less about the fact that under the right circumstances she might do the same.]
[and he takes the fist, not even moving or trying to pull away -- just scowling, not really at her, and making sure he keeps his grip on Ling's body to not drop him.]
It was impossible for me not to! Do you believe I wished to do this?
[The only things that keeps her from taking a second swing is that he is still holding Ling and the simple fact that he isn't retaliating at all to give her the excuse to.]
[She trembled with the sheer force of will it took to keep from striking at him again, swallowed any retort simply because it would lead to a break in her already shaky control.]
[She reaches for him, and even though she is a tiny thing she takes Ling's weight without showing any outward strain. And it's the slack weight in her arms that finally makes it real, makes the bottom fall out of her stomach and something inside of her break.]
[She says nothing more to Gilgamesh, letting the venomous look in her eyes say everything for her as she backs step by step into the apartment. If she remained at all something would snap and she would either crumble right there over Ling's body or simply attack Gilgamesh in blind fury.]
[Inside, she catches the door with her foot at makes to slam it in his face.]
[and it's all to tempting simply to leave it at that, let her close the door on him and just forget about the Prince of Xing altogether.
but there's something in him -- possessiveness, concern, perhaps, but no, that would be foolish -- that makes him step forward, putting his own foot in the way of the door before she can fully close it.]
[She snarls, gripping Ling's body harder to keep from losing either him or her balance--she wasn't fit to carry his weight other than in a fireman's hold but it seemed too impersonal now. She turns and slumps her back against the door, hoping her and Ling's combined weight would smash the bastard's foot in the door.]
Leave.
[She wishes her voice held the same control it had in the hall, but it's not going to hold much longer. She screws her eyes shut against the sting threatening to come through and presses her forehead to Ling's still temple.]
[there's a surge of anger at that -- Ling was his, his possession, his subject, his his his and even if he was her master she had no right to keep him from him, his King. it should be his call as it what happens now, and when the door slams shut -- he almost snarls as he pulls his foot out of the way of the door, glaring sullen, uselessly at that shut entrance for a few long moments.
before there's the audible sound of him turning, stepping away, practically fuming. he didn't care.
Ling was dead anyway. it didn't matter what happened to him now.]
[Lan Fan can hear as he turns, his steps receding. She exhales heavily near Ling's neck, the coppery smell of his blood filling her nose. Her legs shake, her arms scream for holding his weight like this, but she refuses to fall there at the door and pushes forward in a rush to his room, setting him on top of the bed there.]
[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
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Date: 2013-01-05 11:07 pm (UTC)[As it was, she was trying to quell the urge go out searching for Ling again, reasoning that he'd been there longer than her, longer without her, that he had routines and that this was likely perfectly normal... and that she should just wait for him to return to the apartment like anyone else would.]
[It was harder that she cared to admit, and she remained perched on the back of the couch in the main living area, looking more like a cat ready to spring at the slightest movement than a girl patiently waiting on someone.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 12:11 am (UTC)it perhaps may seem as if her fears were unfounded, when there's a knock at the door of Apartment N.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 12:20 am (UTC)[She goes to see who it is... subtly scowling at whoever is on the other side because wtf are manners]
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Date: 2013-01-06 12:24 am (UTC)there'sss an unarmored blonde man standing in front of the door, but that might not be as important as what looks like the bloody Ling slinged over his shoulder.]
His subject -- ?
~ 3~ I do not have icons accurrate to these faces... DAMN
Date: 2013-01-06 12:37 am (UTC)My prince--!! [The door is thrown open so hard it's a wonder it doesn't come off the hinges and HI GIL, DON'T MIND HER WHILE SHE JUST GETS RIGHT IN YOUR SPACE trying to get a better look at Ling. ;a; brb, thinking he's just knocked out atm /sob]
What happened!?!?
NBD!!!!
Date: 2013-01-06 12:44 am (UTC)He is dead.
[he doesn't see a point to lying to her -- and he promised Ling he would protect her.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 01:27 am (UTC)[She isn't in the habit of glossing over things to avoid the truth: that tended to be how people wound up dead, taking things for too much or too little of what they were... but this... She could see the lack of movement, the severity of the wounds... the absence of chi flowing from him.]
[No, she didn't want to believe this--]
[Her head shook, like the muscles were jerking involuntarily and she took a step back until her back met the doorframe behind her.]
No.
[She wasn't going to believe it. She would not believe it. Not even with him right before her. It was a trick, a plot, something--he couldn't be--]
[She looked straight at Gilgamesh again, repeating the word, something a little wild gathering in her eyes.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 01:34 am (UTC)I killed him. It was impossible for me not to.
[he doesn't quite mind the look in her eyes -- if she was to strike him then he would take it. he was in no mood for a fight at the moment, unless she went further.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 02:10 am (UTC)Why.
[It was not a question. It was a demand.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 02:43 am (UTC)[it probably came off as more snappish than need be, but he had no patience for this woman's demands -- even if she was Ling's subject. really, it was only because she was Ling's subject that he wasn't leaving right then and there.]
GAH stupid notifs have been eaten apparently
Date: 2013-01-06 05:50 am (UTC)And why would you follow such an order!?!
[She struck out hard and fast with her left fist, aiming right at his face. At the moment she couldn't care less about the fact that under the right circumstances she might do the same.]
SO I HAVE HEARD /pats
Date: 2013-01-06 05:53 am (UTC)It was impossible for me not to! Do you believe I wished to do this?
/crai
Date: 2013-01-06 06:04 am (UTC)[She trembled with the sheer force of will it took to keep from striking at him again, swallowed any retort simply because it would lead to a break in her already shaky control.]
Give him to me.
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:06 am (UTC)I would kill you for laying a mark upon me but I am in no mood for a fight. Consider yourself fortunate.
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:21 am (UTC)[She says nothing more to Gilgamesh, letting the venomous look in her eyes say everything for her as she backs step by step into the apartment. If she remained at all something would snap and she would either crumble right there over Ling's body or simply attack Gilgamesh in blind fury.]
[Inside, she catches the door with her foot at makes to slam it in his face.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:30 am (UTC)but there's something in him -- possessiveness, concern, perhaps, but no, that would be foolish -- that makes him step forward, putting his own foot in the way of the door before she can fully close it.]
What will you do with him?
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:39 am (UTC)Leave.
[She wishes her voice held the same control it had in the hall, but it's not going to hold much longer. She screws her eyes shut against the sting threatening to come through and presses her forehead to Ling's still temple.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:49 am (UTC)before there's the audible sound of him turning, stepping away, practically fuming. he didn't care.
Ling was dead anyway. it didn't matter what happened to him now.]
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Date: 2013-01-07 02:42 am (UTC)[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
[She finally let her tears fall.]