#tw: gracious descriptions of stab wounds

[ofseptarsis]

'You confuse me'

To admit that that feeling was feeling was a shared one would be to admit vulnerability, or so Tófi thinks.

They'd cultivated the image of someone who carefully calculated things, that could hardly be surprised by things after a generous amount of centuries of life, after having spent a good while of those inside a battlefield, so to admit that a grieving woman, Magick or not, could not only surprise them but also cause them to show the worst of themselves would be...

...it wouldn't be ideal -it would be real, but it wouldn't exactly be what they wanted to project, nor what Menodora probably wanted to see.

So they smile, instead, try to shrug it all off.

It was a shame, but it was just the way things worked and the faster the accepted that, the faster they could move on to better things -the wounds would heal, the clothes stained in red and black (glamour covered and non-glamour covered blood, respectively) would get discarded, the fire-damaged floor and furniture replaced.

Life would go on.

"Regeneration is...almost fair when the opponent has a magic arsenal, I think" they say as they step forward and move a hand to absentmindedly touch the wound on their shoulder, feeling a sharp, albeit dulled, pang of pain when their fingertips touch the sides of the incision "this is as close to fair we will ever get"

That was, after all, the only reason why the Mjaunian war had continued for as long as it had: there was a certain balance to their abilities that had caused a stalemate-

-at least until...

Ah. No. They'd rather not think of it right now.

"The other you was grieving" they continue, moving their red-stained hand to the other side of their clothes, wiping away the blood then oh-so-carefully brushing away some loose strands of hair that had fallen unto Moon's face "A grief that is not yours to know, about something that is not yours to mourn"

It had taken causing a scene to distract her from it, but at least Tófi had accomplished their mission of reminding Moon that she still had other feelings she could and should focus on.

Anger was, more often than not, a good option.

'I'll pay for the damages'

"Do not" it might seem a petty thing, but... "I can deal with it myself, there is no need for you to worry about it"

That is equal parts an honour thing and a practicality thing: to accept her (Mjaunie's tax payer's) money would feel wrong, specially when they had been the one that had brought the whole thing upon themselves -and to have her stick around during the process of having the place repaired would raise a couple of eyebrows.

It was a good thing that Manors in The Woods were rather separated from one another and that most people were out at that time of day, really, had they chosen to start this whole...thing at another time then they would have surely had the cops (or the firemen) called on them.

'I fear my burning has burnt a bridge between us. I fear your sharp tongue had severed some ties before that.'

"Understandable" they reply, even if there was something inside them that still wanted to point out that the whole thing had started because of her, of her emotional state and how much they found it not only unbecoming but unacceptable.

But that would be like beating a dead horse.

"I do not particularly regret my words" they concede "but I do feel somewhat sorry about you feeling this -that- way"

It's contradictory but natural at the same time: loathing and love can coexist; They hate that sad, vulnerable side of her while they cling to the potential, to the daring and strong Moon, to the curious Diamonds, to the dutiful Menodora.

That is the kind of thing that happens when one of your best friends also happens to be one of your long-time oppressors -things get messy, positive and negative feelings constantly fight one another and one can't really tell which one will win.

'Whether it was an illusion of propriety and friendship, or was genuine, I don't believe it can be salvaged. Or at least the same'

"It-"

Was real. Surprisingly so.

But before they can say as much Moon's already laughing-sobbing and they are taking yet another step forward, searching for a physical origin to that.

"I should have ibuprofen somewhere in the kitchen" they offer, resting a hand on her shoulder as they lower their gaze to her stained hands and the way the dark purple seems...even darker now.

That must hurt.

'Our friendship was nice while it lasted'

"You came looking for help, yet I attacked you. If someone should be apologizing here, it is me"

But they aren't.

"Try and not linger too much on it, for it will not do you any good. What is really important now is getting you some water and something to relief the pain"

'I'm sorry I had to burn it'

It's...funny, yet sad, how she's defaulted to taking responsibility for everything that may go wrong, regardless of if any of it was her fault or not.

So Tófi offers her a soft, evidently guilty smile in return -because they knew full well that they were to blame for some of it.

"I was the one who did it. Who has done it time and time again" they reassure her "and I will do it again, as many times as necessary"

They'd willingly become her enemy time and time again if that meant making her a little stronger, a little more resilient.

@menodoramoon

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