forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Iris states at the loaf of bread. Eyes lingering on every individual, she gestures toward it. "That's up for grabs. Anyone, really." She can feel herself numbing slightly on the inside, anyway. And she'd had enough at the inn.

Azriel opened her wings to look at the bread. She was starting to feel dizzy, but she wasn't going to take the food that someone else probably needed more. She kept her wings folded at her sides, curling up in her corner. She felt completely alone. With no phoenix, no friends, no family, and no sky, she began to panic. She didn't know what she would do if her phoenix was gone. Nothing made sense anymore.

Studying Azriel, Iris was immediately met with the very obvious fact that the angel was probably in mourning of her companion. She also just went through excruciating pain. Iris reached for the loaf to break a piece off for her. "This thing is actually made of rock," Iris stared in disbelief.

Azriel sniffed, nearly smiling but finding herself too exhausted to do so. "I hear prison food often is," she said quietly. What if they had killed Ahyin? She felt like she was being stabbed at the thought. NO. Surely, they couldn't have. Ahyin would have killed them first. Surely, she had escaped… right?

She handed the loaf, if it could even be called such, to Azriel. "I'm sure your phoenix made it out. You seem like a tough one, I bet your phoenix was, too." Iris ended lamely; ugh, why was she so awkward all of a sudden? Dismissing the very thought, Iris pointed to the bread. "Have fun gnawing at that thing."

"Oh, I - thank you, but I only rarely eat," she said quietly. "And, er, thank you for the thought," she said, trying to act optimistic and failing utterly. She hugged her wings tighter to herself.

Iris merely arched a brow and sent the angel one of her infamous ice cold glares. One of these could get men running faster than cheetahs. "I'd rather not have to smell the flesh of a rotting corpse while trapped in a cell. Eat the food," she orders, wincing at the word 'food'.

Azriel slammed the bread into the ground, breaking it into miniscule pieces. "Oh no. Look what I've done," she said with no emotion whatsoever. She scooped the pieces into a small pile and promptly ignored it.

"Oh wow, the thing isn't indestructible," Iris commented, slightly impressed. "Good job. Now you can actually eat the food in appropriate proportions."

"I'd literally rather starve," Azriel said, still not letting emotion into her voice. "Don't worry. Angels die slowly. The guards will just take me away. So… no rotting corpse to deal with, and I don't have to eat that literal trash."

A hint of a smirk touched Iris's features. This was an attitude she could get along with. "You have to eat, I digress, but…" she eyes locked onto the little crumbles in their pitiful pile. "That'll probably kill you just the same."

"I agree. It's probably poisoned. Not that I'd mind too terribly being poisoned, but…" she looked at the pitiful pile of crumbs. "that is just sad."

Slumping against the wall, Iris eyes wandered over everything. The other inmates were staying silent, and finally her eyes latched back onto Azriel. "You wouldn't mind being poisoned?"

"Yes, if you hadn't noticed the 'depressed' look I've been trying so hard to put together, I'll just say it out loud: they took my phoenix. I don't know what happened to her. She's probably dead, or…" she shook her head as if to clear it. "We were pretty close, so… no, I wouldn't mind it terribly. Don't worry, though. I'm not wallowing in self-pity. I just feel bad for the poor saps who have to clean up my remains."

"What was her name?" Iris probed, gently, or at least the closest to gentle Iris could get. "But isn't there the chance she survived? They can rebirth, right?"

"Her name was Ahyin, and I don't know. They could just kill her again if she does rebirth," Azriel said hopelessly. She paused. "D'you think the bread is actually poisoned? Maybe I should check to find out - "

"Maybe you should confirm whether or not your phoenix is dead before making reckless decisions," Iris reasoned. Of course, it was slightly haughtily phrased, but that's just Iris. "And she could just rebirth if they killed her."

Azriel rolled her eyes. "I appreciate the… what is that, comfort? But I'd prefer to wallow in my sorrows." She focused on the ceiling, feeling the dread in her chest hammering away at what felt like her soul. Ah, well, let's find out about that bread, she thought, popping a piece in her mouth. She immediately started gagging. The bread was the most disgusting thing she had ever tasted. "What is that made of? Tortured souls?"

Iris could only gape. "Wha- why- who-" she was at a complete loss for words. Finally after composing herself, Iris questioned, "What prompted you to put that in your mouth? I'm tempted to gag, myself, watching that unfold!"

"The lack of a desire to live," Azriel responded… despondently. She didn't even bother to spit it out, just looked at the ceiling and wished for the sweet release of death.

"Oh my fucking god and here I was thinking you weren't delusional," Iris exclaimed, a slight Eltin accent brushing against the Brachish in her rage. "Tortured souls, my ice, I fixed your wing and this is how you repay me?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that ice," Azriel said, reaching for the ice and putting that in her mouth as well. "That… is very cold. I think my brain has entered the eternal winter."