[ Saya is exhausted and anemic but can honestly say she did something good for a lot of people. It's a shame her regular donors were laid up with cold sickness which taking their blood would have made worse, and she was too frazzled to go see Red Son and grab some of the stash he saved for her, but she helped Katsuki with Izuku and she helped her husband and Venti and Judith and she carted back enough of the ingredients to help a whole lot of others too. She was actually more than just a source of pain and misery. It's the best she could ever hope for, but dashing from segment to segment and back into the city that many times at that speed and without eating was draining as hell. ]
[ All that is to say, getting hammered and getting a decent meal sounds perfect. Sign her the fuck up. ]
Right now? I finally got everyone settled, your timing's great.
[ She sends Evangeline a map pin and drags herself off to turn down the bed in her bloodproof bedroom. She makes sure to shift into her silver harpy form before Evangeline gets there, she tries for a full monster shift but can't manage it. She is so damn tired. ]
You're leading with that? I must really look like hell.
[ Saya gestures toward the open door of the spare bedroom she decorated to be as resistant of bloodstains as she could manage: dark furniture, sleek dark sheets, patterned rugs. There's a padded bench at the foot of the bed where she flops unceremoniously down. ]
I hope you're okay with this look, even after a feeding I should probably keep shifting to a minimum. [ She's backlogged after all, and she doesn't want to take too much from Evangeline. Drinking won't be any fun if she's too hypoxic. ]
The form's fine, don't worry about that. [Evangeline plops down on the bed and sets the box aside, then pulls down her collar.] I'm told that people worrying about you is a normal part of friendships you can't escape.
"Can't escape" makes it sound like minor terrorism. Which I guess it can be, sometimes. [ Like when you're sure you don't deserve it... she'll probably get there once she's good and shitfaced. ]
[ Saya leans close, giving herself another stern reminder not to take too much, and then she bites into Evangeline's neck and her silvery wings flare out just a little. ]
[Evangeline doesn't hold back her moan when Saya bites her. Even if her plan is to drink before getting handsy, nothing wrong with showing a little appreciation.
There are the usual emotions present in Evangeline's blood (namely, horny feelings), but there's also a strong sense of relief. Thank god all that is over with and they can relax now, they deserve it.]
[ For once, Saya isn't too responsive to the handsiness. Not objecting, it's fine, she's just tired in every possible way and this won't be enough to get her back to an even keel. She'll probably need another two meals for that, and it will be some time before the secretive assholes she adores in this house are up to feeding her again. ]
[ She pulls back and dabs at her mouth, reaching over to the nightstand for a handkerchief. This room is well prepared for donors. ]
[ She hands Evangeline a second handkerchief. ] For your neck.
[ She accepts a glass and peers at it for a second, then in a shrug that clearly communicates FUCK IT she drinks it down. ]
[ Hm. ]
It's having some effect, yes. [ Not immediate drunkenness but there is a spreading warmth that seems familiar from the only other time she managed to get drunk, bless BiT and their magic booze. ] Thanks.
I sometimes do want to dwell on it. Sometimes I want to isolate myself or do other things that are objectively unhealthy. But that doesn't mean I want to be lectured to or disregarded or treated like they're doing things for my own good, which is a pretty gross and dismissive concept.
I do get that it's frustrating for them, though. I really do. Especially when it's not my past we're talking about, but the present.
I don't think I could do the cold thing. It'd be easier if I could, I guess. Like yeah it's probably not healthy, but it hurts less sometimes than feeling everything so strongly.
You've got it backwards. It makes everything harder. People are a lot more hurt by cold cruelty than by a little shouting, even if the words are the same ones. They see the emotion behind yelling, it's obvious. When someone goes cold there's this veneer of rationality to it. Think about the words people use to describe the two: emotions running high versus cold indifference. But they don't account for the fact that I'm not human, and I don't work the same way, so... [ she makes a gesture that somehow indicates "shit gets really complicated". ]
And it's not out of a lack of strong feelings, I assure you. My species has feelings that hit like a freight train. It's more like... a power surge that leads to a blown fuse knocking out the lights.
[ Another gesture, this one amounting to "what are ya gonna do?" ]
Human-centrism is a problem even in multi-dimensional places, apparently. I don't mind it so much most of the time, but there are times when I wish people made more of an effort to remember things.
Like oh, you think I shouldn't think in short-sighted ways? Thanks for that, sure no problem, except that I don't get a long-term because it's not possible. At least have the good grace to look like you're sorry once I remind you. If I got an extra month for every time someone said something boneheaded about being patient I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
Oh, I know. My home world is genocide and imperialism central, and my species didn't do all that. I love humans as individuals, but yeah.
...People say that to you? Wow. I think everyone should care about systems that are awful but if you say there's nothing to be gained by fighting it then I believe you. I guess it's easy to cash checks from someone else's wallet.
Not only that, but one guy even said that the people in my world are weak and basically deserve to be miserable for not fighting back harder.
[This conversation was with Red Son, incidentally, which is why he's the only person Evangeline Does Not Like.]
People do try to change things, and they die miserably for it every time. I'm not any stronger than any of those people were, and I have a family to take care of before I go serving up my own head on a platter.
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[ All that is to say, getting hammered and getting a decent meal sounds perfect. Sign her the fuck up. ]
Right now? I finally got everyone settled, your timing's great.
[ She sends Evangeline a map pin and drags herself off to turn down the bed in her bloodproof bedroom. She makes sure to shift into her silver harpy form before Evangeline gets there, she tries for a full monster shift but can't manage it. She is so damn tired. ]
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You look really tired. Blood first, then we can drink.
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[ Saya gestures toward the open door of the spare bedroom she decorated to be as resistant of bloodstains as she could manage: dark furniture, sleek dark sheets, patterned rugs. There's a padded bench at the foot of the bed where she flops unceremoniously down. ]
I hope you're okay with this look, even after a feeding I should probably keep shifting to a minimum. [ She's backlogged after all, and she doesn't want to take too much from Evangeline. Drinking won't be any fun if she's too hypoxic. ]
Come here, then.
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[It applies in reverse, too.]
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[ Saya leans close, giving herself another stern reminder not to take too much, and then she bites into Evangeline's neck and her silvery wings flare out just a little. ]
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There are the usual emotions present in Evangeline's blood (namely, horny feelings), but there's also a strong sense of relief. Thank god all that is over with and they can relax now, they deserve it.]
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[ She pulls back and dabs at her mouth, reaching over to the nightstand for a handkerchief. This room is well prepared for donors. ]
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[While Saya's wiping her mouth, Evangeline opens the crate she's brought. It's full of a glowing green liquid, which she fills up two cups with.]
It doesn't really taste like anything, but if it works on you you should feel it pretty much instantly.
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[ She accepts a glass and peers at it for a second, then in a shrug that clearly communicates FUCK IT she drinks it down. ]
[ Hm. ]
It's having some effect, yes. [ Not immediate drunkenness but there is a spreading warmth that seems familiar from the only other time she managed to get drunk, bless BiT and their magic booze. ] Thanks.
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-Woo! Yeah, for us mere mortals this stuff's a lot.
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What were we going to talk about, again? Having a shitty past and other people not knowing how to deal with it, something like that?
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Like call it whatever you want to, friend or lover or whatever you are, disregarding people's wishes is shitty no matter what you dress it up as.
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I do get that it's frustrating for them, though. I really do. Especially when it's not my past we're talking about, but the present.
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[she's DEFINITELY drunk]
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[ Also a lot harder to convince people it was out of emotion. ]
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And it's not out of a lack of strong feelings, I assure you. My species has feelings that hit like a freight train. It's more like... a power surge that leads to a blown fuse knocking out the lights.
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[She's seen it firsthand in her work.]
-but I'm sorry people don't get you.
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Human-centrism is a problem even in multi-dimensional places, apparently. I don't mind it so much most of the time, but there are times when I wish people made more of an effort to remember things.
Like oh, you think I shouldn't think in short-sighted ways? Thanks for that, sure no problem, except that I don't get a long-term because it's not possible. At least have the good grace to look like you're sorry once I remind you. If I got an extra month for every time someone said something boneheaded about being patient I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
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[She's not the biggest fan of humans, unsurprisingly.]
For me it's like, 'your world is awful you should revolt against the system-' if I do that I will instantly be killed and I would rather not, thanks.
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...People say that to you? Wow. I think everyone should care about systems that are awful but if you say there's nothing to be gained by fighting it then I believe you. I guess it's easy to cash checks from someone else's wallet.
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[This conversation was with Red Son, incidentally, which is why he's the only person Evangeline Does Not Like.]
People do try to change things, and they die miserably for it every time. I'm not any stronger than any of those people were, and I have a family to take care of before I go serving up my own head on a platter.
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