( Ain't that the truth. Kate is quite easily led upstairs, her fingers pressing against her temples, trying to push away the lethargy and exhaustion of an emotional crash.
Getting so drunk they can't remember their own names isn't the best way of dealing with this, Kate knows that, but it's damn effective. Everything seems to matter a little less when a hangover presents itself as the more immediate problem the morning after. )
Bit of everything?
( Maybe it's a good thing Kate doesn't have the kind of magic the Taaco twins have. She'd never be sober again. )
[Hey, even if it isn't necessarily the best way to handle the situation, Lup knows that sometimes it's the only thing to keep from shaking to pieces. So she leads Kate upstairs without a second thought, and once they're in the living room, she's guiding the other woman onto the couch with a careful, but firm shove.]
Sit your cute butt down. I'll grab the goods.
[From there, it doesn't take long at all before Lup's plopping down next to her, a variety of dark bottles in her hands and a plate full of cookies her brother had made the day before. Too bad, Taako. These belong to them now.]
Start with whatever you want. Figured you wouldn't mind sippin' right out of the bottle. I'll share your spit, I don't care.
( And this is exactly why Lup is such a reliable friend. Others might actually expect her to, god forbid, be sober or examine her feelings. And she doesn't really want to do that, not when Faith isn't here. It isn't the same with anyone else, like wearing a fancy top three sizes too small instead of that comfortable hoodie hanging in the wardrobe. It's wrong.
Maybe, given a long, long swig of booze — or several, they're not exactly short on anything here — Kate will loosen the reins on that a little. Shift from nothing at all to tipsy ranting.
But first, give a girl a minute's silence as she chugs the first bottle she grabs with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for students on a dare or hardened alcoholics, gasping for breath when she peels her lips from the bottle and the burn numbs her throat.
That's... Well. Not better, but the immediate searing of her throat is a clear distraction from the part of her mind which insists on pointing out how empty her bed will be from now on. )
Place is going to suck when you leave for good.
( When, because of course it's a when. Why wouldn't it be? She's seen so many people spirited back home, even when they've been around for ages. Lup herself has disappeared and returned, and eventually she'll have to go for real.
Just like... well, countless people Kate has come to care for. )
[Lup certainly admires the sight of Kate putting down half a bottle of booze in one delicious drink - both as an admirer of unique talents and also as a bi woman who just loves beautiful ladies - but that doesn't stop her from scoffing at Kate's words, immediately waving them away as she slumps against the couch.]
Don't be a dumbass, I'm clearly here to stay. What, two years isn't good enough for ya? Expecting me to skedaddle on outta here first chance I get? [she scoffs] As if, babe.
[Lup sticks one of the bottles between her knees so she can reach up with both hands and pull her hair over her shoulder, just so she can find that perfect comfortable spot she so loves against his cushion. But it's only while she's adjusting that Kate's meaning really hits home. Her hands still against her hair, both long ears pinning back, just the barest hint of an arch in her brow.]
Not really. Henry was here for longer, a constant fixture in Hadriel's society, a companion and friend, and he disappeared with the ease of a changing wind. Most of the time, life goes on and she doesn't feel the ache of losing long-term friends, but today...
God, has it ever mattered how long someone's here, in the Door's eyes? Maybe that's when it's best to take them — when people will miss them the most.
She's tired of waking up and finding someone else is gone. It's selfish and stupid, when Kate so badly wants to return to her own world, but this never stops being exhausting. She can never stop letting her guard down, never stop becoming complacent about the presence of the people she comes to care about.
And the lesson keeps on hurting. )
It's stupid. ( What? She doesn't immediately clarify, taking another — though less dramatic — swig of the drink. ) Knew it were gonna happen one way or another.
( People can talk about going home with each other, skipping through worlds and all the rest of it, but realistically... Kate doesn't believe in that. And even if she did, she looks at the people she knows — the people she knew, the ones who have been pulled back home as much as the ones still here — and knows they won't be coming home with her.
They have their own worlds to help. Their own homes and systems, a way everything makes sense. Why ask them to adapt to something as jarring as her world probably is to a person who's never seen a Creature or experienced the unspoken divisions between humans and superhumans? How would it even work? She doubts the Door is about to hand out identities and papers to each person who goes to a new universe. )
[Lup doesn't drag the other woman in for a strong hug, doesn't cradle her like a child, but she does slide close enough for their thighs to touch, for the elf's hand to slip over Kate's. It's the barest of touches compared to what someone like Drake would do, but even without fulling knowing just how bad the situation is, Lup knows Kate will appreciate this so much more than a bunch of tears or dramatics. That isn't what she came to Lup for.]
Wanna tell me who left? Or just play it vague? I'm chill either way. Don't wanna pry if you aren't feelin' it.
[On one hand, Lup gets it. Folks popping in and out of Hadriel without notice is exhausting. She hates losing these deep connections she's made, hates just waking up one day and finding someone she's talked to almost daily for the last two years to just be gone. But there's also the part of her who's had more than enough practice with this, over a hundred years of meeting amazing people only to lose them at the end of the year. She thinks it makes all of this easier to handle, thinks it may make her a little more immune.
Lup will find out soon enough how wrong that is. But that's a future problem.
Today is all about Kate, about being there for her friend.]
We can chat about it or just get trashed. Or both, I'm not picky. Whatever you want, babe.
( It's so easy to believe that it will hurt less the more you get used to it. So easy to think that, after years of dealing with Hadriel's particular brand of ripping loved ones out of your life, it won't hurt after a while. And part of Kate, that part which holds onto the guilt of her brother's death, scoffs at the pain she feels, as though none of the losses she's suffered here should ever compare to Marc's death.
And, had it been anyone else who disappeared, Kate might have agreed with it. She might have been able to shrug it off with a few nights drinking and distraction, but losing Ignis was never going to be that simple, especially now, when bits of him are so completely woven into every part of her day. Visits and thoughts, messages, meals, bits and pieces scattered around her house and the awareness that some of her own clothes are stashed somewhere in his apartment.
She'll have to get them, eventually. Or maybe just leave them to whatever eventual changes happen, find something new in the stores. )
Drink. ( Look, she is never letting go of this bottle, or at least not until it's drained, okay? Speaking of... she's going to try to make a decent sized dent in that right now. ) 'M going back to casual sex.
( One night stands. Fake names and leaving before the person wakes up. It was so much easier when it didn't hurt like this. )
[Ah. That's really all that Lup needs to hear. She gets it, without even needing to hear the name.
Ignis took a one-way trip back home, huh? Shit.]
Can do, chickadee.
[There's no point in playing the hopeful friend. In reminding Kate that there's a chance Ignis isn't completely gone, that he may come tumbling back through the gate with the next batch of new arrivals. Barry has, Taako has, even Lup herself has multiple times. So there is a pretty high chance that Ignis will come back.
But saying that means nothing. She'd be cruel to dangle that hope in front of Kate's face just to see it snatched it away if he doesn't return. And that's not what Kate wants right now anyway. She doesn't want comfort or reassurance. She wants to get smashed and talk about potential one night stands, maybe light some shit up later. And if that's what she needs, Lup can make it happen.]
Need me to play wingwoman for ya? I bet I could get you a hot piece of ass or two. I know a few folks you could shake up and run.
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Getting so drunk they can't remember their own names isn't the best way of dealing with this, Kate knows that, but it's damn effective. Everything seems to matter a little less when a hangover presents itself as the more immediate problem the morning after. )
Bit of everything?
( Maybe it's a good thing Kate doesn't have the kind of magic the Taaco twins have. She'd never be sober again. )
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Sit your cute butt down. I'll grab the goods.
[From there, it doesn't take long at all before Lup's plopping down next to her, a variety of dark bottles in her hands and a plate full of cookies her brother had made the day before. Too bad, Taako. These belong to them now.]
Start with whatever you want. Figured you wouldn't mind sippin' right out of the bottle. I'll share your spit, I don't care.
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Maybe, given a long, long swig of booze — or several, they're not exactly short on anything here — Kate will loosen the reins on that a little. Shift from nothing at all to tipsy ranting.
But first, give a girl a minute's silence as she chugs the first bottle she grabs with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for students on a dare or hardened alcoholics, gasping for breath when she peels her lips from the bottle and the burn numbs her throat.
That's... Well. Not better, but the immediate searing of her throat is a clear distraction from the part of her mind which insists on pointing out how empty her bed will be from now on. )
Place is going to suck when you leave for good.
( When, because of course it's a when. Why wouldn't it be? She's seen so many people spirited back home, even when they've been around for ages. Lup herself has disappeared and returned, and eventually she'll have to go for real.
Just like... well, countless people Kate has come to care for. )
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[Lup certainly admires the sight of Kate putting down half a bottle of booze in one delicious drink - both as an admirer of unique talents and also as a bi woman who just loves beautiful ladies - but that doesn't stop her from scoffing at Kate's words, immediately waving them away as she slumps against the couch.]
Don't be a dumbass, I'm clearly here to stay. What, two years isn't good enough for ya? Expecting me to skedaddle on outta here first chance I get? [she scoffs] As if, babe.
[Lup sticks one of the bottles between her knees so she can reach up with both hands and pull her hair over her shoulder, just so she can find that perfect comfortable spot she so loves against his cushion. But it's only while she's adjusting that Kate's meaning really hits home. Her hands still against her hair, both long ears pinning back, just the barest hint of an arch in her brow.]
Kate...
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Not really. Henry was here for longer, a constant fixture in Hadriel's society, a companion and friend, and he disappeared with the ease of a changing wind. Most of the time, life goes on and she doesn't feel the ache of losing long-term friends, but today...
God, has it ever mattered how long someone's here, in the Door's eyes? Maybe that's when it's best to take them — when people will miss them the most.
She's tired of waking up and finding someone else is gone. It's selfish and stupid, when Kate so badly wants to return to her own world, but this never stops being exhausting. She can never stop letting her guard down, never stop becoming complacent about the presence of the people she comes to care about.
And the lesson keeps on hurting. )
It's stupid. ( What? She doesn't immediately clarify, taking another — though less dramatic — swig of the drink. ) Knew it were gonna happen one way or another.
( People can talk about going home with each other, skipping through worlds and all the rest of it, but realistically... Kate doesn't believe in that. And even if she did, she looks at the people she knows — the people she knew, the ones who have been pulled back home as much as the ones still here — and knows they won't be coming home with her.
They have their own worlds to help. Their own homes and systems, a way everything makes sense. Why ask them to adapt to something as jarring as her world probably is to a person who's never seen a Creature or experienced the unspoken divisions between humans and superhumans? How would it even work? She doubts the Door is about to hand out identities and papers to each person who goes to a new universe. )
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[Lup doesn't drag the other woman in for a strong hug, doesn't cradle her like a child, but she does slide close enough for their thighs to touch, for the elf's hand to slip over Kate's. It's the barest of touches compared to what someone like Drake would do, but even without fulling knowing just how bad the situation is, Lup knows Kate will appreciate this so much more than a bunch of tears or dramatics. That isn't what she came to Lup for.]
Wanna tell me who left? Or just play it vague? I'm chill either way. Don't wanna pry if you aren't feelin' it.
[On one hand, Lup gets it. Folks popping in and out of Hadriel without notice is exhausting. She hates losing these deep connections she's made, hates just waking up one day and finding someone she's talked to almost daily for the last two years to just be gone. But there's also the part of her who's had more than enough practice with this, over a hundred years of meeting amazing people only to lose them at the end of the year. She thinks it makes all of this easier to handle, thinks it may make her a little more immune.
Lup will find out soon enough how wrong that is. But that's a future problem.
Today is all about Kate, about being there for her friend.]
We can chat about it or just get trashed. Or both, I'm not picky. Whatever you want, babe.
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And, had it been anyone else who disappeared, Kate might have agreed with it. She might have been able to shrug it off with a few nights drinking and distraction, but losing Ignis was never going to be that simple, especially now, when bits of him are so completely woven into every part of her day. Visits and thoughts, messages, meals, bits and pieces scattered around her house and the awareness that some of her own clothes are stashed somewhere in his apartment.
She'll have to get them, eventually. Or maybe just leave them to whatever eventual changes happen, find something new in the stores. )
Drink. ( Look, she is never letting go of this bottle, or at least not until it's drained, okay? Speaking of... she's going to try to make a decent sized dent in that right now. ) 'M going back to casual sex.
( One night stands. Fake names and leaving before the person wakes up. It was so much easier when it didn't hurt like this. )
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Ignis took a one-way trip back home, huh? Shit.]
Can do, chickadee.
[There's no point in playing the hopeful friend. In reminding Kate that there's a chance Ignis isn't completely gone, that he may come tumbling back through the gate with the next batch of new arrivals. Barry has, Taako has, even Lup herself has multiple times. So there is a pretty high chance that Ignis will come back.
But saying that means nothing. She'd be cruel to dangle that hope in front of Kate's face just to see it snatched it away if he doesn't return. And that's not what Kate wants right now anyway. She doesn't want comfort or reassurance. She wants to get smashed and talk about potential one night stands, maybe light some shit up later. And if that's what she needs, Lup can make it happen.]
Need me to play wingwoman for ya? I bet I could get you a hot piece of ass or two. I know a few folks you could shake up and run.