( closed ) Not a trace of the sun...

[sacredrites]

Nyx and Luna

[ It was quiet here. The small room left much to be desired, but it was clean and had running water. No one would be looking for them yet. Yet. Glauca still held breath in his lungs and she was certain he wouldn't allow them much reprieve. But, he also had some wounds to clean and the Empire would need to re-gather themselves to make a new plan. She wasn't supposed to leave Insomnia alive, that much she knew. She'd been a pawn to force compliance from Regis, a dangled promise of peace.

The past 24 hours of her life had been a test in resolve, uncertain how much she had left after everything. Both Nyx and Libertus had been instrumental in everyone's survival, Libertus behind the wheel while Nyx made enough diversions and decisions to allow them to escape. Despite her objections, Libertus had gotten them set up with food, bandages, some money, and a couple changes of clothes. Enough to get them at least started. Her gratitude would be eternal and her worry for the other man would remain steadfast. If the Empire found him, she knew they wouldn't be merciful.

She'd given Nyx as much privacy as she could to allow him to say goodbye to Libertus, the bathroom door slightly cracked as she attempts to undress and get herself cleaned up. But, the outfit is complicated, made worse by strips of fabric being held in place from now dried blood. She'd gotten the overlay unclasped, the choker closure of her jacket hangs limp as she does her best to stay silent. But it hurts, everything hurts. Her shoulder is on fire with every movement as she releases the other few closures keeping it in place. She'd need help with the rest of her dress, but this was a start. With a quick and final yank, there's a sharp inhalation at the pain, but the worst is done. The cool air bites at her bare skin, the metal detailing on her overlay clattering as it falls to the ground. It's louder than she anticipated, jumping slightly. An apology is already dancing on her tongue if Nyx comes bursting in. ]

Cor and Crowe:

[ This was bullshit.

After leaving her meeting with Drautos, she practically had steam coming out of her ears. She's a member of the fucking Kingsglaive -- a mage. That had to count for something. And yet, here she was with her special mission and it was all... Gods.

She walks a familiar path straight to Cor's office, bypassing curious looks from staff and an objection from someone she didn't know. They'd started the rumor that they were dating to cover her giving him intel from some of the weird shit that had been happening regarding the Glaives. But this time, it was personal. Crowe doesn't even knock as she barges in, visibly seething. The door barely shuts behind her before she starts, hands on her hips as levels her angry gaze at Cor. It wasn't his fault, but she needs to vent somewhere and he was the safest bet. Also, while she wouldn't admit it, he had a way of calming her down and keeping her in check without it coming off as controlling or patronizing. And she needed to let off some frustration. Because this was stupid. ]

When the fuck did I become an errand girl? I'm being sent out, set to rendezvous with my transport in an hour to make a delivery.