[oh shit right. she gives nill directions to a large red barn that's been transformed into the home she shares with max and anne and is located outside of the city.]
[Nill'd started looking for work immediately, but she can't blame Lisbeth for not doing the same. Who knew what Jesse had been doing to her nerves lately.]
[after she's done speaking with Nill over her tablet, Lisbeth makes a quick run outside. It's freezing and there's fresh snow on the ground so she grabs whatever thick branches she can find. They have two huge logs left before she has to do a complete firewood run.
Lisbeth runs back into the house. Is there anything to eat? She doesn't fucking know. It's as if having someone visit her was what she needed to wake her up. The last time she'd had a meal... fuck she can't even remember.
Luckily, she finds some coffee. The least she can do is offer her guest a warm drink in this weather.]
[It takes Nill maybe two hours to get there - between a few things she had to do herself, and her inability to find her way around in this setting, she's a little embarrassed with just how long it actually does take her to arrive. (She'd been perfectly fine at getting around in the cities she lived in-- this setting made it so much more difficult.)
Eventually though, Lisbeth will get a knock at the door, and Nill will be standing outside the door, dressed in a jacket (her wings tucked inside it), with a scarf and pair of gloves that both sparkle like stars. She smiles slightly.]
[Unfortunately for the both of them, Lisbeth's uncertainty about Nill's arrival time made her hesitate in heating anything up. Exsilium's damned ice age terrain made travel more difficult these days - if she started a fire too soon, it might have extinguished by the time Nill got there. Still, Lisbeth is kicking herself as she answers the door. She's dressed in her usual dark and grey attire.
She manages a small smile when she sees Nill, but it's gone quickly.]
[Nill nods, and glances around slightly as she comes inside. She pulls her bag off her back - something waterproof that she'd had back before the moonbase - and then her jacket, so that her wings can stretch. She's got a sweater on underneath with sloppily done holes for her wings.]
Is it just you and Jesse here?
[Nill's out of the loop. As she tends to be when people neglect to tell her things and she hasn't seen them.]
[Even hearing his name brings her mood down drastically. Lisbeth has done well with avoiding it for the past week and she was feeling... okay. But she knows that Nill will pick up on what she's feeling right now even if she tries to keep her eyes steady on her.]
No, it's me, Max, and Anne Boleyn, the future queen of England.
[Her jaw tightens though as she closes the door. His name would only bring up images and thoughts in her mind that she can't hide from Nill. Besides, she remembers the last time she'd neglected to tell her something and how that blew up in her face. She looks at Nill.]
[Except Lisbeth had neglected to tell her yet again. It would seem the conversation they'd had about that last time didn't mean a great deal to Lisbeth.
Lisbeth hadn't bothered to tell her the last time Walter White showed up, either. Nill saw his name on the list. Looked at him a few times on the network. That was about as much as she was willing to put into it when it wasn't an immediate problem.
Nill doesn't sigh. She gives no outward indication of these thoughts. Instead, she sets her backpack down, and stuffs her gloves and scarf into the pockets of her jacket. It gets hung up, before she picks up the backpack again.
She should expect these things from Lisbeth by now, she supposes.]
[To tell or not to tell - what the fuck was wrong with Lisbeth? She has people pulling her in every direction about this situation and they shouldn't be. Arya was right - when the fuck did she start doing what people told her to do? Even though Nill wasn't Jesse's greatest fan, Lisbeth realizes she has the right to know. If she wants to grieve with other people instead of keeping it all inside, those two can go fuck themselves. It was hard enough keeping it a secret from Anne until Saul told her and it's difficult to look Ellie in the eyes whenever she sees her, even if she was fourteen.]
I promised Saul and Steph I wouldn't tell anyone but fuck it, they already announced it on the network: Jesse's gone from Exsilium. But what they won't tell you is--
[Lisbeth pauses. She's still for a moment as if she's spacing out. Soon, though, her eyes drift up to the ceiling as she sighs shakily. She can even get the words out of her mouth.
[She remembers seeing the post, a little. But she hadn't contacted Lisbeth, because Lisbeth hadn't contacted her, and then...
She assumed he came back. Of all the names Nill checked on the list, his wasn't one of them. Not that she didn't care - she still did, in a way. It just hadn't occurred to her that he wouldn't come back this time. He'd left for a catch up with his own world before, hadn't he?
[She moves away from the door to finally start building their fire. Lisbeth throws the logs into the fireplace.]
I'm fucking miserable and they just drop it at the end of a video post talking about the fucking cookies of all fucking things.
[It's been a scene she's played in her head thousands of times. Sure, they can feel sad too, but they still had each other and woke up to each other's faces every God damn morning--
Lisbeth strikes a match so angrily that she breaks it in half. She shouts her curse in Swedish.]
[She wonders if Saul and Steph are the only people that Lisbeth is really angry with. Probably not - but she won't ask, because it's not what she needs right now. Nill makes sure the door is closed securely behind her, and then makes her way into the barn-turned-home.
She steps over to the fireplace, her bag set aside elsewhere, before she kneels down beside Lisbeth. She gently takes the box of cigarettes from her, and sets about lighting a match herself.]
It's not fair.
[Lisbeth knows that too, of course - but sometimes it helps to hear it. To be aware of the fact that someone other than yourself knows it's shit, even if it had the best of intentions (as far as Saul goes).]
[Lisbeth rests on her heels when Nill takes the matchbox. It's as if Nill's reassurance of what Lisbeth is feeling satiates her. It allows her to see how selfish she's being by turning the visit onto her problems.]
But you came here to get your ears pierced and it feels like whenever you visit, I'm already going through some shit. Do you want some coffee?
[Nill's not brilliant at fires - she never needed to be. But she tosses the lit match onto what kindling Lisbeth had, and figures that's probably enough.]
If you have some to spare-- that would be nice.
[Mostly, she just tries to seem quiet and gentle. To counter-balance all Lisbeth's pent-up anger. She doesn't mind if Lisbeth needs to use this visit for herself.]
[Lisbeth gets up from the floor to fetch the kettle. Living conditions were terrible. Well, terrible for someone so used to the conveniences of modern society. Food had to be cooked over the fire and that meant coffee and tea had to be prepared the same way. She grabs the container of instant coffee from the cupboard.]
It's that instant shit, but it's coffee nonetheless.
[She walks back over to the fire as it starts to warm up, placing the kettle on a hook above the fire. As Lisbeth sits down, she remembers something.]
[Nill gives the place another brief look-over while Lisbeth's getting the kettle. She didn't mind instant, so when Lisbeth says as much she just bobs her head.
At the mention of Lily, however, a soft little smile spreads across her face.]
A sweater that lights up. It's very cute.
[No Nill you have terrible taste... She gets up though, so she can go to grab her bag. She comes back over quickly, and sits down again near the fire, unzipping the bag and pulling out a box, which she hands to Lisbeth.
It's not wrapped, because that was one thing she'd neglected to actually get. But it's the biggest container of cigarettes you can buy in a store (12+ packs, if not more) of Lisbeth's favorite brand. There was a big shopping trip a few days ago that Nill had joined in on, as much of a waste of resources as it may have been.]
[When Nill gets up from her spot, Lisbeth watches her briefly before turning back to the fire. She uses the poker to stoke the fire. Nill comes back quickly and is handing Lisbeth a box.
She smiles when she sees it's enough cigarettes to get her through at least four months of the new year.]
Thank you. I got something for you too.
[Even though she hadn't been in the holiday spirit, Lisbeth knew that not getting gift would just be heartless. She heads up to her room to grab a brightly wrapped box will Nill's name on it. Lisbeth brings it back down and hands it to her.
What she'll find inside is an embroidery and cross-stitch set with thread and some pre-packed designs.]
[Her smile widens slightly, and she's glad to see that the gift can brighten Lisbeth's disposition, even if only slightly.
She was not, however, expecting anything from Lisbeth. She waits for her patiently by the hearth, and offers a small, if surprised smile when Lisbeth returns. Her wings flutter awkwardly, and she takes the box to set it on her knees and unwrap it carefully.
She's not expecting what she finds inside, but it makes her smile. If it came with directions... she might actually be able to figure out how to do it.]
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Do you think you could pierce my ears?
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lisbeth was due for another visitor.]
yeah sure. come by whenever.
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[ . . . ]
Could you give me directions to where you live?
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[oh shit right. she gives nill directions to a large red barn that's been transformed into the home she shares with max and anne and is located outside of the city.]
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I can come by in a few hours if you aren't busy.
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[AND NOW ACTION SPAM IF YOU WANT?]
action; of course!!!
Lisbeth runs back into the house. Is there anything to eat? She doesn't fucking know. It's as if having someone visit her was what she needed to wake her up. The last time she'd had a meal... fuck she can't even remember.
Luckily, she finds some coffee. The least she can do is offer her guest a warm drink in this weather.]
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Eventually though, Lisbeth will get a knock at the door, and Nill will be standing outside the door, dressed in a jacket (her wings tucked inside it), with a scarf and pair of gloves that both sparkle like stars. She smiles slightly.]
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She manages a small smile when she sees Nill, but it's gone quickly.]
Hey come in.
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Is it just you and Jesse here?
[Nill's out of the loop. As she tends to be when people neglect to tell her things and she hasn't seen them.]
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No, it's me, Max, and Anne Boleyn, the future queen of England.
[Her jaw tightens though as she closes the door. His name would only bring up images and thoughts in her mind that she can't hide from Nill. Besides, she remembers the last time she'd neglected to tell her something and how that blew up in her face. She looks at Nill.]
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Lisbeth hadn't bothered to tell her the last time Walter White showed up, either. Nill saw his name on the list. Looked at him a few times on the network. That was about as much as she was willing to put into it when it wasn't an immediate problem.
Nill doesn't sigh. She gives no outward indication of these thoughts. Instead, she sets her backpack down, and stuffs her gloves and scarf into the pockets of her jacket. It gets hung up, before she picks up the backpack again.
She should expect these things from Lisbeth by now, she supposes.]
Would you rather I didn't ask?
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I promised Saul and Steph I wouldn't tell anyone but fuck it, they already announced it on the network: Jesse's gone from Exsilium. But what they won't tell you is--
[Lisbeth pauses. She's still for a moment as if she's spacing out. Soon, though, her eyes drift up to the ceiling as she sighs shakily. She can even get the words out of her mouth.
Overdose is all she can think.]
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She assumed he came back. Of all the names Nill checked on the list, his wasn't one of them. Not that she didn't care - she still did, in a way. It just hadn't occurred to her that he wouldn't come back this time. He'd left for a catch up with his own world before, hadn't he?
Apparently it wasn't the case this time.]
I'm sorry, Lisbeth.
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[She moves away from the door to finally start building their fire. Lisbeth throws the logs into the fireplace.]
I'm fucking miserable and they just drop it at the end of a video post talking about the fucking cookies of all fucking things.
[It's been a scene she's played in her head thousands of times. Sure, they can feel sad too, but they still had each other and woke up to each other's faces every God damn morning--
Lisbeth strikes a match so angrily that she breaks it in half. She shouts her curse in Swedish.]
Son of a fucking bitch!
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She steps over to the fireplace, her bag set aside elsewhere, before she kneels down beside Lisbeth. She gently takes the box of cigarettes from her, and sets about lighting a match herself.]
It's not fair.
[Lisbeth knows that too, of course - but sometimes it helps to hear it. To be aware of the fact that someone other than yourself knows it's shit, even if it had the best of intentions (as far as Saul goes).]
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But you came here to get your ears pierced and it feels like whenever you visit, I'm already going through some shit. Do you want some coffee?
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If you have some to spare-- that would be nice.
[Mostly, she just tries to seem quiet and gentle. To counter-balance all Lisbeth's pent-up anger. She doesn't mind if Lisbeth needs to use this visit for herself.]
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It's that instant shit, but it's coffee nonetheless.
[She walks back over to the fire as it starts to warm up, placing the kettle on a hook above the fire. As Lisbeth sits down, she remembers something.]
Did Lily get you anything for Christmas?
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At the mention of Lily, however, a soft little smile spreads across her face.]
A sweater that lights up. It's very cute.
[No Nill you have terrible taste... She gets up though, so she can go to grab her bag. She comes back over quickly, and sits down again near the fire, unzipping the bag and pulling out a box, which she hands to Lisbeth.
It's not wrapped, because that was one thing she'd neglected to actually get. But it's the biggest container of cigarettes you can buy in a store (12+ packs, if not more) of Lisbeth's favorite brand. There was a big shopping trip a few days ago that Nill had joined in on, as much of a waste of resources as it may have been.]
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Yeah she got me one too.
[When Nill gets up from her spot, Lisbeth watches her briefly before turning back to the fire. She uses the poker to stoke the fire. Nill comes back quickly and is handing Lisbeth a box.
She smiles when she sees it's enough cigarettes to get her through at least four months of the new year.]
Thank you. I got something for you too.
[Even though she hadn't been in the holiday spirit, Lisbeth knew that not getting gift would just be heartless. She heads up to her room to grab a brightly wrapped box will Nill's name on it. Lisbeth brings it back down and hands it to her.
What she'll find inside is an embroidery and cross-stitch set with thread and some pre-packed designs.]
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[Her smile widens slightly, and she's glad to see that the gift can brighten Lisbeth's disposition, even if only slightly.
She was not, however, expecting anything from Lisbeth. She waits for her patiently by the hearth, and offers a small, if surprised smile when Lisbeth returns. Her wings flutter awkwardly, and she takes the box to set it on her knees and unwrap it carefully.
She's not expecting what she finds inside, but it makes her smile. If it came with directions... she might actually be able to figure out how to do it.]
Thank you.
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I figured maybe if you learn with that, altering your clothes might be easier.
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