#* 5urvive.

[unlore]

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood. - ankha.

@5urvive -> MEMES -> accepting!

" oh, shit. "

the way ankhirmaa jumped to her feet rather betrayed any claims that this didn’t worry her.   there was a crease between her brows, the line there looking deep-worn all of a sudden where usually it was near-invisible.   ( she had been very worried.   she was often worried.   she just knew that worry wasn’t the be all and end all. )

she floundered, caught between the urge to fuss, to put her hands on rogue and bundle her into the shower and wash the blood from her hair and the concern that it wouldn’t be appreciated.    that rogue would rather she not offer the comfort she was so desperate to give, because that was another of those invisible lines she wasn’t allowed to cross. that she would make things worse by making it obvious she was concerned in a situation where she should definitely be concerned.

ankha stopped short.   practically vibrated on the spot.   " what happened? "

[unlore]

" see you at family therapy. " - fel.

@5urvive -> MEMES -> accepting!

" fuckoff. "

well, didn't that feel stupid fucking pointed?

he was annoyed enough that she gets it aloud, a flash of irritation thrown over his shoulder. they're using their hands right now, busy with the greasy mechanics of a vehicle taken to pieces. not that they couldn't put down what they were doing to sign, but something about her not being worth the time to bother right now. ( whatever perceived slight had caused this particular mood not forgotten. she was not in his good book, clearly. )

he worked for another few moments, frown creased between his brows, before he rounded on her properly. clearly unable to act as though she wasn't there. he swung toward her, glaring for a second before he asked, < what you want? >

[unlore]

" it's about fucking time. " - the lady

@5urvive -> MEMES -> accepting!

the lady smiled innocently. was this the first time that rogue had won a hand all night? yes. had the circumstances of her losing been strange and deeply unlikely? yes! none of it was entirely outside the realm of possibility, sure, but most people nonetheless found it deeply suspicious.

and annoying. judging by the look the goddess was getting from the fixer, rogue was experiencing some degree of frustration right now. " what did i tell you? you're not doing so bad. "

her grin sharpened beneath the filter mask, unseen. not that one really needed to see it to know it was happening.

" one last round? "

[unlore]

" i'm telling the truth. " - ankha

@5urvive -> MEMES -> accepting!

ankhirmaa let out a breath, long and slow, in a way that could only be described as weary. it was rare, but ankha did get here: to this point of defeat, to the point where she just wanted ... well.

" you can just say you don't want to tell me. you don't have to LIE. "

she considered tacking on an 'i don't give a shit' to the end of that, but it would have been a blatant lie in return. she did give a shit that rogue didn't want to tell her things, but she gave more of a shit about rogue apparently thinking she could be fobbed off with stupid bs.