#liveslivedlive

[aboyandhisrobots]

Not mine

Monroe had been in and out of the twin's estate, keeping to himself, trying to fix his securitron, it had taken a while for the poor bot to be better.

The man was going through the halls, he hadn't seen the twins since morning and had been avoiding Andre at all costs, afraid to go near him.

He had forgotten where most things where in the house hold, since it wasn't his own, he was after extra energy cells that were not in the workshop. He opened one of the room door in hope it would have what he needed, only to be welcomed with a shocking sight.

[just-a-night-vale-citizen]

liveslivedlive

"Who are you? Why are you following me?!"

[aboyandhisrobots]

"I leave for a few days and now someone has died?"

[etainthepriestess]

loss

Etain doesn’t really seem to be listening to Abigail’s very sensible words, though her body jerks like she was struck at greatest friend. She shakes her head, as though trying to clear it.

"No. No, he must die. He must pay! Alexander was MINE! No one hurts what is mine and lives. No one. Where. Tell me where. I have to know. I have to.”

The letter was forgotten, crumpled in her other hand, knuckles white.

[amatchmade]

Abigail looks to her with the greatest of sorrow, but after a moment she complies. Gentle, as her brother was, she reached for the hand holding the letter, trying to soothe it from her fingers.  "I will bring you there. We will go together."

[etainthepriestess]

The gentle pressure on the paper in her hand draws her attention, and she looks down at her hand like it was an alien thing.

"Good. Good. I will make Theopolis pay..." she trails off, her grip on the paper easing, though she doesn't relinquish it. Instead, she grounds the point of her blade and opens the letter, smoothing the paper flat with shaking fingers.

[etainthepriestess]

"Etain." Abigail was somewhat relieved to have finally found the woman, approaching quickly. While she held herself the same as ever, her eyes were sunken and raw, her hair messed and fried. "Alexander wanted me to give this to you." And she held out a letter.

Her head comes up, like a beast scenting the wind, and her eyes flick over Abigail’s face and body. While she accepts the letter, she does not look away from the other woman’s face, instead reaching out to take her chin in her hand.

"What happened?"