Post by Milisandre Crowthorne on Dec 16, 2017 16:14:16 GMT -5
December 4th 2017
Milisandre paced in the halls of the Lacklanland Manor. She was happy to be back here, since this really was more like home than anywhere else. But being back also meant that Sarah was, better. She couldn’t walk yet but she was mentally aware and talking, and hand some movement in her arms and hands. Things were slowly getting back to the way they used to be. But the awkward, almost outcast, member of the #CoolKids was on edge a bit again. She had to have the talk with Sarah that her accident stopped from having.
She bite her thumbnail as she thinks back to how worried she was before. She was able to tell Sarah about the issue while the latter was still basically comatose. Mil hoped that Sarah would have memories of it, but just as her luck would have it that wasn’t the case. So here she was pacing the halls getting worked up about having the talk all over again.
She sighed and took a drink from the bottle of moonshine she promised Sarah that she would bring. She quietly opened the door, something she was glad she had learned how to do around Lacklanland. It helped her to be more unobtrusive. She could sneak into, and out of, any of the hangouts when she was just wanting to be alone or just needs a break from some of the more, boisterous, #CoolKids.
She took in the room as she closed the door with less than a whisper of sound. Sarah sat in her chair, facing away from the door. Mil grinned as she stealthily moved across the room and silently set the bottle down on a nearby table. She moved up behind Sarah and covered her eyes with her hands.
“Guess who!”
“Gah!”
Sarah shuddered as she yelped in fright and surprise. She swatted at the hands over her eyes, but the attempt was feeble and had little force.
“Don’t do that to me, punk!”
She tried again to move her assailant’s hands and fails again. Her shoulders slump as she gives in.
“Ugh. Fine! My guess...is that you are the person who moans in her sleep while thinking of things with eight legs!”
Mil’s face falls as she removes her hands from Sarah’s eyes. “That’s rude.” She grabs the bottle of moonshine and pulls a chair up next to Sarah. “And how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t have a tentacle fetish.” Mil absently offers the bottle to Sarah before grimacing.
“Sorry, old habits. Like, how we gonna do this? Cause I think it’ll be best for you to have at least one shot in you before we talk.”
Sarah offers up one of those patented exaggerated eye rolls of hers, the kind that make even a casual observer feel it, and takes the bottle from Mil. She brings the mouth of the bottle up to the lips painted red to match her irises and throws her head back, taking a swig. She shudders as she hands it back, giving her head a shake.
“Wow! Even stronger than I remember. The First Citizen has made improvements to his recipe.”
She grows silent as she takes in her friend and gives one of those annoying statements that was not quite a request and not quite a command, yet both.
“Talk to me.”
Mil takes the bottle back and takes another, large, drink from it. “Ok, like, I assume you probably remember that we were supposed to have a big sit down talk the day of your accident. Well, shortly after all of us were back on the Red Queen I told you what I was going to tell you before all of this shit happened.”
A half grin creeps onto Mil’s face as she remembers what Kenzi had told her. “But, like, since you really don’t remember that I figured it would be best to, like, I dunno, tell you now that you are more aware and stuff.” Mil bites her lip and, like clockwork, her eyes drop from Sarah’s face to looking at her hands in her lap.
The tinkling of the octopus tentacle charm bracelet on Sarah's left wrist is loud as her hands shake, evidence of the nerve damage caused by the toxin, playing an appropriate accompaniment to the conversation.
“I have a vague memory. I remember clearly how much you and Mackenzie fought. How personal it became. How clear it was, at least to me, that it had far less to do with the Breakout Championship and more to so with a matter of the heart.”
She smirks And offers a giggle.
“I thought you had a thing for my wife, Milisandre. But, as I have grown to understand, I was wholly wrong about that.”
Mil chuckles a bit. “Yeah she told me you told her that in the hospital before I got there.” A deep sigh replaces the light hearted chuckling. “But yeah, it wasn’t her I have a ‘thing’ for.” She raised her hands, after setting the bottle down, and gave her infamous air quotes. She turns to face Sarah fully, looking her directly in the eyes, despite how much of her was screaming to look away. She takes Sarah’s hands in hers to help calm them. She knew it was something Kenzi did to help and she wanted to help her friend.
“Sarah Grey-Lacklan, always so observant yet not always seeing the obvious. It was, and is, you who I have feelings for. But, no need to think that I would try and ruin what you and Kenzi have. Or what I now have for that matter.” She relaxed her grip on Sarah’s hands, incase Sarah wanted to pull them away. Instead, Sarah grips them harder.
“For how long?”
“For a while. Like, I thought you were hot and stuff when we first met but you and Kenzi were together then so I just left it at that. You were just gonna be my hot friend. That was fine with me and all I planned on it ever being.” Mil takes a deep breath and releases it in a sigh. “But that wasn’t what happened. One day I realized that somehow that initial thought I had evolved into actual feelings for you. Ones that, were situations were different, I would be in Kenzi’s position.”
Her shoulder slump a bit, as if shame is over taking her. “Like, I mean if when we met and you had been single, maybe you and I could have been something. But that is the realm of what if. And to be honest it doesn’t do well to dwell on what ifs. I just want you to know that those feelings are there. They won’t be acted on in anything more than a friendly way. Like what I’m doing to help Kenzi and you now. I would and will do anything for you because of them, but as a friend. Always as a friend.” Mil bit her lip again and resisted the urge to break eye contact.
Sarah chews on one of her painted lips, still holding Mil’s hands tightly.
“Soooo…..when we went shopping for jeans that one time…?”
“I, uh, think that was when I realized it. Cause it was after that that I had my first, um, dream.” Mil winces slightly.
Sarah’s eyes raise and a touch of pink enters her pale cheeks.
“Pardon? Dream?”
“Yeah, so, like, after the jean shopping before we started the whole hurricane relief thing we did with Kenzi. I sort of had a dream, about us.”
“Us? As in…”
Sarah's eyes go wider as she notices the red in Mil’s cheeks as well.
“Oh. Oh….”
She clears her throat.
“Well...um…”
Her eyes go even wider.
“Oh my God...when I made you go dress shopping! Oh my God!”
Her cheeks are now fully scarlet.
“How did you stand it?!”
“Sheer force of will, and a lot of thinking about Bruce. Plus, like, no matter how bad I wanted something to happen I was always worried that it would and the fall out from that. I was miserable while Kenzi and I were fighting about this. I hated being accused of things that I would never do. I hated not being able to be around my best friend. I hated everything about it. It was everything I didn’t want and yet it was still there. It steeled my resolve and made me realizing that resisting anything was the best choice.”
Sarah gives her a nod.
“I am proud of you. After all, look at me.”
She shrugs her shoulders and looks down at her chest, fully contained in her Lacklanlander dress, but still with her surprisingly rounded bosom clear. She giggles as she looks back up and gives her a wink.
“I love you, Milisandre. And I would give up much for you and your happiness. I promise to not grab your boobs any more. At least not on purpose!”
Another wink and giggle.
“And I cannot wait to stand…”
Her face falls as her voice falters.
“...be...by your side on your wedding day.”
Mil’s face breaks into a huge grin. “Nothing would make me happier! And I’m, like, totally sure you will be standing by then. Still haven’t picked a date or anything yet. But, thank you for being my maid of honor.”
Mil lifts Sarah’s hands up to her lips and kisses the back of them.
“You are literally the best friend I have ever had.”
Sarah smiles at her.
“And for the record?”
The smile stays but a vicious light enters her eyes, like that of a predator seeing pray. She leans in and the smile turns into nearly a snarl.
“I would have WRECKED you.”
Mil chuckles and absently rubs the side of her neck. “Yeah, funny story but, there was a dream about that too…” She picks up the bottle of moonshine and takes another large drink from it before offering it to Sarah again.
December 15th 2017
“So, like, I came up just short at Night of Glory. Close but no cigar and any of the other close call cliche sayings. Sure it sucks but it is what it is. Just gotta learn from it and move on. I’m just glad that Kenzi won it. Just as long as Nova didn’t win I would have been happy with the outcome.”
Mil adjusts her sitting position on her bed. “But here we are, going into LAW 73, and I am come to accept the fact that I am living a literal groundhog day. This battle royal I am in to determine a contender for the Marquee title marks the fifth match I have had since debuting in LAW with Maria Spencer. One of, if not the, most useless members of our roster. Seriously, why is she even in contender ship and title matches? She doesn’t do anything besides whine and cry for her way. She is a spoiled brat who is worth less than any credibility that Sam Tolson thinks she has.”
Mil chuckles and rolls her eyes. “But let’s focus here. A battle royal for a shot at the Marquee Title. More hoops to jump through. More bullshit to deal with. I get all sorts of praise for what I have done in my short career. I am a future champion, I have a great road ahead of me. Blah, blah blah. Yet where are my solo opportunities? Everyone else seems to get their shots one on one, or earn them one on one. Everything I have had to do to earn anything beyond a pat on the back and a ‘good job’ as been in some kind of group match. I was promised something decent after winning a 4-way match. What I got was a 5 way ladder match for a title. It should have been me, one on one against a champion. But hey, it is what it is, right? Then after that fiasco of a shit match what do I get? An even bigger cluster fuck of a match with people I have faced, almost every show, since I signed up.”
She scoffs. “Hey Dupree, maybe you should work on recruiting more people. Or maybe book better matches. I’m getting sick and fucking tired of seeing my name across from the same people show in and show out. This match is for a title shot and I don’t even want to show up for it. Of the seven other people in this match three I haven't been in a ring with yet. One of those three is a teammate of mine. I know there are enough people on the roster that I don’t have to constantly face the same people over and over and over and over again. To top it all off, at least one of the people in this match has to have an IQ lower than Maria’s win count. She thinks that Roxy is still the Chaos Champion. She overlooks one of the more dangerous people in this match. She will make the same mistake that Etsuko did at Night of Glory by writing me off. She can sit there and think that she is better than me, hell anyone in this match. But delusions aren’t that great to feed into. Sure I have been wrong about a few things but that wasn’t me being deluded. I was just a little overconfident. Happens to the best of us. But her believing her own hype is gonna bite her in the ass.”
“I might not win this match. Because to be honest I don’t care about it that much. But I damn sure will not go out first. After this shitty battle royal, win or lose, I never want to face Maria or Nova for a long ass time. Not that I am scared of either one, or think I couldn’t beat them. I’m just sick and fucking tired of having to face them all the fucking time. It’s fucking ridiculous. Yes I’m harping on that fact. Yes I am repeating it a lot. It's all to prove my point. I bet you are all annoyed with me repeating it. Imagine being me and having to see Maria in two thirds of the matches I have had in my career. Be me having to see Nova’s skanky ass face across the ring from me in one less match than greasy ass Maria’s.”
Deadpan stare.
“If I seem apathetic about the entire LAW and wrestling thing you can imagine why. I’m not advancing. I’m not getting to see the landscape. It’s like I’m playing a video game and stuck in the fucking tutorial. What’s the rest of the game like? What kind of people and stories are there in the rest of the world. Fuck if I know, the shitty game can’t load more than a few NPCs that I have to keep seeing over and over.”
Mil sighs once again. “You know what, I’m done with this. I have better things, and people, to do. So, in closing, fuck everyone else in this match, yes that includes you too Roxy. Of all of the #CoolKids you are my least favorite. And that includes the, like, week that Ash was in the group with us. I would gladly trade you out for her. I’m saddened that one of my best friends got roped into your shitty cult. I’m just waiting for Scientology to go the way of Jonestown or Heaven’s Gate. Hopefully Kenzi will be able to get out before that happens. Not you though. I hope you are the first to drink the tainted Kool-Aide. In the words of my friend Sativa.”
A wicked grin creeps onto her face.
“Get Fucked!”
The scene goes black.