#quynh: threads

[immortalmuses]

@ofbloodandbullets​ sent:  ❝ empathy is what makes us human…if you lose this you are just a machine. ❞  for Quynh

          “Empathy---” Quynh’s bark of laughter is an ugly thing, humorless and devoid of warmth. She leans away from Andromache, balancing with unnatural stillness on the edge of the rooftop they have convened upon, the wind whipping her long hair around her face “.. you wish to lecture me on empathy after I have spent centuries in agony, drowning at the bottom of the ocean.” 

         A terrible darkness lurks in Quynh’s eyes, her expression neither angry nor sad. She twists her lips into a thin smile, “To think.... it was once I who played at moral compass for you, Andromache.” 

[immortalmuses]

@lexpxrdus​ sent:  "how did you find me?" ( for quynh, maybe from booker????? ) some meme, somewhere | accepting

          “please--” Quynh scoffs, straightening up from peering inside Booker’s fridge. It is pathetically empty (much like the rest of his flat), and barely able to keep the lone half-finished bottle of wine on its shelf cool. “...you’re a Frenchman moping around Paris. You were not difficult to find, mon frère.” 

         Closing the fridge door with a definitive slam, the elder immortal turns towards Sebastien. “You look like you haven’t eaten solid food in a week.” She says, utterly unsympathetic, “-- Put on your coat. I’m taking you for a proper meal.”

          Then perhaps she can get some actual answers out of him.

[immortalmuses]

@emotionsecho  Booker  sent  to  Quynh:  only  plastic  flowers  never  die.

Quynh's  behind  the  wheel  for  once,  sunglasses  on  to  block  out  the  worst  of  the  Greek  midday  sun.  They're  driving  north  of  Thessaloniki,  vaguely  following  the  coast  on  their  way  towards  Bulgaria.  For  someone  who  spent  the  entire  industrial  revolution  trapped  beneath  the  ocean,  she  handles  the  car  like  a  professional,  confident  and  with  a  strange  kind  of  ease.

"Not  dying  is  not  the  same  thing  as  never  having  lived,  Booker."  Quynh  comments,  glancing  over  at  him.  The  shades  make  her  expression  particularly  inscrutable,  but  she  does  offer  the  smallest  of  smiles,  "...it  sounds  like  you've  been  listening  to  Nico's  lecture."

Her  (former)  littlest  brother  never  did  lose  sight  of  that  truth:  that  their  immortality,  though  miraculous,  was  not  guaranteed  forever.

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@supes-up​ sent:  “I’m sorry, do I know you?” (quynh / anders & his tog verse!)

          Quynh shoots the younger immortal a sharp glance, before her eyes trail downward, past Ander’s shoulder to the small creature clinging to his shirtfront pocket. A... bat, she thinks, curious enough that it distracts her from calculating the other man’s potential demise. 

          “You wouldn’t.” She replies finally, blunt and in no hurry to elaborate. A hand slips into the pocket of her voluminous coat, but Quynh otherwise make no overt threat. “....that is, unless you’ve dreamt of me.” 

[immortalmuses]

A Starter for @fablefcrged​! 

          “You seem confident with that...” Quynh nods to the composite bow hooked over Marion’s shoulder, eyeing its swooping curve with an experienced gaze. Elm, perhaps? She ponders, silently bemused at the deviating evolution of archery between East Asia and the West. One eyebrow slants upward, Quynh’s mouth curling in a not-unkind manner as she gestures between them. “...care for a friendly competition?”