#ia/lily tbt

[kaedwenistout]

// @simplly-lilly sent “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” to Ia //

“Oh, for-” The alchemist, exhausted and tense, looks down at her hands. She was completely drenched, head to toe, in Witch Hunter blood. In her hurry to leave the barracks, she’d hardly noticed the extent of it. Thick and partially congealed, it clung to her chemise, staining the fine fabric wine-red.

“No, no, it’s not mine.” Ia wiped her face with her sleeve, succeeding only in smearing the blood further. She cast a glance to Lily, a hesitant smile betraying the fear and anxiety she felt. “Most of it, anyway. No need to worry.”

It was easy enough for Ia to get into the Witch Hunters’ barracks, especially so with Lily aiding in her efforts. They’d both been wronged by the Order, and she saw no reason not to kill two birds with one stone - making life easier for herself, and helping a dear friend. It was significantly more difficult to sneak around unnoticed. She had managed though, with some effort, to make her way to the chambers of the Grand Inquisitor.

Once inside, the games began. He caught on too soon, came far too close for comfort. Ia was barely able to draw her blades fast enough before he sliced the side of her neck open with his sword. She paid him back in kind, however, for both herself and for Lily. She took his hands as a trophy, which now hung on a string of twine at her waist, and leapt from the window - unseen, as far as she could tell.

“The Inquisitor, he’s - he was - a bleeder. I let him get too close, and the bastard tried to take my head as a trophy.”