St. Augustine

" Liberation is in the trigger "

[mirabellakraft]

master-marcoz:

Ben – I remind you of Ben. He’s – He was my brother. He gave me your name, I hope you don’t mind that I stopped.

[master-marcoz-blog]

Augustine stared down, unsure of how to collect her thoughts. Earlier she’d laughed, partially because of the irony and partially because she didn’t know what else to do. Now she had a question to answer: “Did she mind?” and she was filterless these days, sad to say. 

I mind a little bit... he gave you my name, but he didn’t give you my number? Just so I would’ve known to be awake?

Augustine took a beat. Her tone wasn’t accusing or rude it was calm, yet she still knew to digress. Besides, her questions were rhetorical anyways. 

Mira. He told me about you too. Pretty, like I imagined. 

[danieludinov]

master-marcoz:

“Sorry. I was just checking up on you.”

[master-marcoz-blog]

I appreciate that, Udinov. But I’m fine. 

[mortexdolce]

master-marcoz: 

I would hardly go that far, but I suppose I am as close to one as you’ll have so long as you need someone not to care about your aching heart or to sedate you while it throbs. 

[master-marcoz-blog]

... Well then you’re a good friend, Clem. And an even better doctor cause whatever that was is kicking in already. 

[mirabellakraft]

master-marcoz:

“I’m sorry, Miss.Marcoz. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

[master-marcoz-blog]

Please don’t call me miss. 

It reminded her of Mikaela. Augustine's eyes open slowly, barely focusing on the woman until she realizes who she reminds her of. Then Augustine follows Mira up and down with expressionless eyes, and finally exhales a single, dry and breathy "ha”.

... You definitely remind me of someone. 

[revamandoricci-blog]

master-marcoz:

“Yes well, I’m the annoying wake up call.” He tried to humour her, but evidently to no avail. “Cmon, Aug.. You have to get out of the house, he wouldn’t want this. ”

[master-marcoz-blog]

You just let me know if I’m stalling the team, Amando -- trust me I’d love to relieve myself with a mission or two -- but if not then I think this bed is where I should stay. Sleep's the only thing I know will keep me from killing out of turn. 

And if it’s not cutting into the Rev’s, why does it matter?

[henryxlacroix]

master-marcoz:

“With your front door wide open?”

[master-marcoz-blog]

Wasn’t supposed to be. 

Augustine closes her eyes again, not at all alarmed by the stranger. 

Still, only cowards kill people in their sleep. And I can take a coward, trust me. Wake or not. 

[mortexdolce]

master-marcoz:

Yes, I think I remember those as the lyrics. Seems a bit of a memoir, that particular re-penning. And of course not. Everyone else around here is happy to send pity and empathy your way, but I find the best friends give you what you cannot give yourself. In this case that is a night of peace. 

[master-marcoz-blog]

True, true... so does that make us best friends now? Cause if so, you’ll have to wait until my heart stops hurting for me to fully commit to that, but I’ll handweave you a friendship bracelet nonetheless. 

Augustine tries a smile but can’t hold it for long.

[mortexdolce]

master-marcoz:

You know I can hardly help myself. REM, REM, REM. 

Good, drink up. I should mention there is a mild sedative in it that should help you rest for a couple hours.

[master-marcoz-blog]

Well, Clem, you know what they say: “Drug me, drug me, say that you’ll drug me.” 

Augustine drinks what’s been handed to her.

I wonder if more people are like you -- willing to coma me per silent request. 

[mortexdolce]

master-marcoz:

Obvious enough. Your REM eye movement was erratic.

[master-marcoz-blog]

Jesus Christ. 

Alright, fine I’ll drink. Just don’t curse at me anymore. Using words like REM. 

[master-marcoz-blog]

“Had you have simply sat up earlier, I may have ceased the smashing of glasses sooner.” Clémence held out a glass of wine to Augustine. “Drink and I will let you go back to sleep.”

[mortexdolce]

[master-marcoz-blog]

Is it really that obvious I need a drink? Even when I’m unconscious?

[mortexdolce]

master-marcoz:

Sleep is one word for all your thrashing, I suppose.

[master-marcoz-blog]

I wasn’t thrashing... I was running away from all of the noise you were making. 

[master-marcoz-blog]

... I was trying to sleep. 

[master-marcoz-blog]

There was a big part of him that refused to believe he was really gone, that perhaps the person on the phone had been lying or was wrong about it, for if he was dead, he would have lost a good soldier, a good man and he would have failed his duties as a leader. But if that was the case, then he would have to try to make her realise she had support, that she wouldn’t have to find him alone.

[revamandoricci-blog]

[master-marcoz-blog]

[Augustine was the first one out of the car, ironically. She didn’t know what possessed her legs to move in direction of what could’ve been the location of Benjamin’s corpse but they did with fever around the back of the car and all the way around to Amando’s side to stand by his door with impatient posture. She thought about him not being anywhere around the place Amando had brought her, and whether or not she’d feel worse or better about this entire situation if her desperate desire for Amando’s decoding of the text to be proven as some sick game actually came true. And where was this place anyway, she wondered, her eyes searching her surroundings and her hands opening and fisting involuntarily with adrenaline that was teetering on upset panic.]

Thai?

[It was one word but it held a trail of emotions. It was laughed out of her with cruel sarcasm but wrapped in a wavering tone of instability. As if proving this to be the location of him would break her completely. And by break, it is said to mean derange.]

[revamandoricci-blog]

master-marcoz: 

“I do know.” He said, not even bothering to look at what her phone said before tossing it back. “Where the moon is tinted red.” he nodded slowly, turning around. “Lets go.”

[master-marcoz-blog]

[Augustine narrowed her eyes to slits as she awaited an answer. She caught the phone in trembling hands, her expression migrating from blatant anger to almost shock and then hardening to what she’d hoped was expressionless by the end of the word “go”. She couldn’t give way to worry or fear. That would mean that part of her believed he was actually dead.]

... Alright then. 

[revamandoricci-blog]

master-marcoz:

“I– You heard? “

[master-marcoz-blog]

What’s to know? Here. 

[Augustine throws him the cellphone]

Decipher this la porcheria. They said you’d know. 

[priscillapierce]

text; augustine (ben's phone)

[priscillapierce]

master-marcoz:

( text; Augustine ) I am not dragging anyone into anything, Augustine.

[master-marcoz-blog]

( text; Ben ) Where the hell is he. Simple fucking question that I shouldn’t need Amando or a translation for

[revamandoricci-blog]

master-marcoz

“Augustine?” he called, searching through the mansion. “Aug??”

[master-marcoz-blog]

Amando!