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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2010-05-21 11:00 pm
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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[After the third attempt to raise Scar on the 'gear, Lust gives up. He's apparently in one of those moods - she supposes she should have seen it coming. It isn't unprecedented, but it's irritating. Things have been going well, as far as she can tell. And now...]

[She grabs a bottle of wine out of the fridge and tracks down Heather. She knows the other woman's home, and she could use an ear. Or a distraction. She doesn't bother to change, still wearing the snug, low collared tank top and gauzy over-shirt she'd chosen for her evening chat with Scar. That - and her makeup - had been a waste of time. He hadn't even picked up, or sent a text message in return!]


Are you busy?

[She holds up the wine bottle and two glasses when she finds Heather, illustrating exactly what she has in mind.]
a_sin_for_him: (Shrouded in darkness)

[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-20 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Good, Heather isn't busy.]

Come drink with me by the pool.

[It's always pleasant by the water in the summer evenings. She has no fondness for large natural bodies of water, but she enjoys small man made ones. It seems like it would be nice, to sit and talk and drink out there.]

My evening plans came to nothing and I don't feel like drinking alone. Guttle's only so engaging a conversationalist.
a_sin_for_him: (Ugh)

[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-20 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

[Lust shrugs and leads the way outside.]

We'd fallen into a habit of speaking in the evenings, but he's busy tonight. Or so I assume, he's not answering. God knows what he could possibly be doing....

[He doesn't have friends, not the sort that he spends social time in the evening with. He works during the day. Maybe he's reading. She's reasonably certain he enjoys reading. She'd rather think he's simply distracted than purposefully avoiding her.]
a_sin_for_him: (Shrouded in darkness)

[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Lust can really only shrug as she pours two glasses of wine.]

I barely understand why anyone feels anything they do for anyone.

[She hands Heather a glass and takes a seat herself, leaning back and looking up to the sky. It's a fair enough question. Heather knows nothing of their pasts, of anything that's gone between them.]

I know he seems like simply a hard and broken man, but...he's a good man. He's just lived a hard life, it's left its marks on him.
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Not unlike many victims of terrible war and genocide.

[Lust shrugs again. The war was common knowledge in their home, she feels no betrayal of anything personal in explaining that much to Heather as she sips at her wine. Besides, it's her history, too. She's alluded at least once to her origins to Heather before.]

His life was ripped apart when he was young. It was never put back together, I don't think, not really. He's been on the run for maybe as long as I've existed. He can't be blamed for his demeanor.

[Not entirely.]
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-21 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that war was over years ago. I don't speak on it much because I don't remember that place I was born in that the soldiers destroyed. I don't even know what it is to be one of my own people.

[She looks down at her hands, still rather pale despite her forays into sunning herself.]

Of course, Amestris just found other desert peoples to subjegate and attempt to exterminate. That was still happening, when I came here.

[Though she knows she carries some of the stain of that on her own hands. It had been an unfortunate outcome.]
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-21 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Lust nods.]

We're both of Ishbal. It fell to the military forces some time ago, most of her people wiped out. The few that remained were kept in camps.

[She doesn't know quite what's become of them. She's never really wondered, but she does now. She doesn't realize how quickly she's been drinking her wine, more than half her glass is already gone.]

He knew me. In my first life.

[What harm was there in saying so? Envy knew. Greed knew. It wasn't some great secret, simply something that rarely needed discussing. And Heather seems so sympathetic and wiling to listen.]

But I died before the war came.
a_sin_for_him: (are you sure?)

[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[Lust shakes her head. Another source of ceaseless frustration for her.]

Just small flashes. Dying, mostly. Being ill. A fragment here, a voice there... it's all in there somewhere, but buried deep or wiped over by some foul alchemy. I don't know.

[She is willing to talk about it. She thinks about it often, but rarely gives voice to it. Only sometimes, with Greed or Envy.]

I thought if I became human, I'd remember everything. Be just as I was. Sometimes I think very foolish things.
a_sin_for_him: (are you sure?)

[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-23 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lust shakes her head.]

Who we are is as much a product of our experiences as anything else. Even if woke up tomorrow and remembered all of that life, I still wouldn't be that exact woman. I'd be something else again. What we are is transient. Fluid.

[She finishes her glass and pours another. She doesn't often drink to drown maudlin thoughts, but she feels the need right now. And it makes it easier to talk about all these things.]

How did they come back? These things you remember...were they prompted by something, or did they simply trickle back on their own?

[She pauses, but refrains from asking anything else right now. She has questions, certainly, but...]

Oh god, sometimes I think I don't want to remember at all.
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
I wonder sometimes, though...if that would make a difference....

[To Scar. She doesn't think about the specific connections between them much, it's uncomfortable and strange. But she can't avoid it right now.]

That sounds like how it was for me, when I remembered what I did. Called by things that made me remember, but I didn't even understand them at first. I didn't even really know what I was, then. But I remembered.

It may not have saved my life, but I think it saved my soul.
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-26 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Were there those who wanted that?

[Lust's voice is soft.]

For you to be who you'd been before, instead of who you are now?
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2015-07-31 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry. It's an awful feeling, that you aren't what you should be. Even if it's coming from someone else.

[Remembering or not. She draws her legs up, tucking her knees under her chin and sighing as well.]

I never wanted much, you know. Just to be human, and with him. I have those things, why is everything still so difficult? oh, I know why, I just...I don't care about any of that. What was before. Not as it relates to us.

[But Scar cares. She knows he cares, even if they never dare speak on it. Is that why he's being so quiet of late? Simply a resurfacing of old guilts and shame?]