12576/Sometimes you really do deserve to be punched in the nose
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| Sometimes you really do deserve to be punched in the nose | |
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| Date of Scene: | 26 August 2022 |
| Location: | Lydia's Apartment |
| Synopsis: | Cael confronts Lydia and punches her in the nose. Lydia offers to let her do more, but Cael refuses. |
| Cast of Characters: | Lydia Dietrich, Cael Becker
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- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
It's been a few days since she'd managed to convince Clarice that she's well enough to go back home. At first she was excited to be back, but the sight of her living room and the couch had caused her to remember that night with Jon, and an uneasy feeling set in every time she looked at it. So she put it up for sale.
She hadn't bought a new couch yet, so all that's left is the coffee table, TV and a couple of comfy looking chairs, which she's spent the past couple of hours trying to rearrange into a configuration that *didn't* remind her of what she did to Jon.
That's when Lydia's sharp senses pick up the smell and sounds of Cael coming to her door. Ho boy. Steeling herself she puts down the chair she'd been holding and walks over to the door to wait for Cael to knock, after all it would be kind of rude to just open the door right as her visitor gets to the door. "Good evening, Cael," she says, the nervousness apparent in her voice. "Come in."
- Cael Becker has posed:
There's really no pre-amble. No 'thanks.' Not even any name calling. If anyone has a Ring camera on their door, in fact, they may seem to have footage of an Agent of SHIELD, and the FBI, assaulting someone.
Or would that be desecration of a corpse?
Either way - when Lydia opens the door, Cael responds with a single, solid punch to Lydia's nose - breaking the cartilege with a satisfying crunch. In living opponents it also makes their eyes immediately tear up - though it's questionable if it does the same thing to the living dead.
After that single punch, though, she stays just within the threshhold, fists still raised and her features an implaccable, disapproving mask - though she makes no further attempt to assault the woman. "Lydia."
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia's head rocks back at the unexpected sock to the nose, stumbling back a couple of steps. Thick dark blood starts oozing down her upper lip, and her hands go up immediately check the damage. "Yeah," she says. "I deserve that." She unceremoniously wrenches the cartilage back into place with another *crunch* and a wince.
"Honestly I deserve worse," she says, pain in her voice, her the rims of her eyes turning red with tears of blood. She looks at Cael and tilts her chin up and rotates her head so that her jugular is open and exposed. To a werewolf this is a sign of submission, but for Lydia it's an invitation. "I won't stop you if this is what you come here to do."
- Cael Becker has posed:
"It's tempting," Cael remarks, still lingering in the doorway on her guard. There's a moment of silence for a moment before she adds, "But I'm not sure I'd like myself very much after beating an unresisting foe to pulp. I fucking swear, though - if you hurt them again..." There's cold anger in her eyes, and a level of frustration she doesn't know how to express.
"You were our //friend,//" she spits out.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"I know," Lydia says, despair in her voice. Already the blood flow from her nose starts to stop, as she turns and makes her way to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean up. "It's why I left. I didn't want to be around them in case I do something else to hurt them. But... sooner or later I have to talk to them. Apologize. Try to make amends."
"I know that the apology won't mean much, but I need to let them know how sorry I feel." She shakes her head as she stares at the bloody paper towel before finally tossing into the trash. "I have no idea how I can make amends. I have no idea if I even /can/. What I did was unforgivable."
"Might as well come in," she says, turning back to Cael. "I'll pour you some whiskey, and then you can decide whether or not to beat me up further.
- Cael Becker has posed:
"The last thing I need right now is //whiskey,//" Cael mutters. Clouding her mind, and lowering her inhibitions around Lydia seems like an awful idea. She does, however, finally take a step into the room, crossing her arms over her chest rather than lowering her arms.
She leaves the door open.
"You're right. There's some things you can't make up for. I've been through that myself. I understand what Jon's going through better than anyone should."
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Coffee then?" Lydia asks, attempting to be a good hostess despite the circumstances. Anticipating another refusal she goes to sit down at the dining room table, in an attempt to make herself less threatening to the FBI agent.
She lets out a heavy sigh. "How are they doing? I know they've been through a lot, and I know that it's probably unwanted but I /do/ still care about them. I don't /like/ that I've caused them more trauma. They don't deserve to have trauma piled upon trauma."
- Cael Becker has posed:
Cael's eyes go for a moment to where that couch should be. Where she'd found Jon, in tears, covered in glossy black feathers, with grotesque legs, and //breast,// their clothes ruined. It brings back a visceral reaction as a shudder runs through, her mind filling with how //wrong// that body had felt when she hugged Jon to her.
She pulls her gaze away.
"How do you think they're doing? Every day's a struggle. They doubt and second guess themselves. They feel powerless, and useless. Sometimes all they want to do is sit with Nimue." Not that Cael can blame them for that.
There have been times where all she wanted to do was lie there, and hug Bear. The question about the coffe goes unanswered.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia just nods, silently, not really having anything to say about that. "I just wish there was something I can do besides just avoiding them," she says quietly. "I just can't think of what, short of going back in time and stopping me from eating myself."
She shakes her head in frustration. "I don't know what else to say. Was there anything else you wanted to tell me? To do?" The tone of her voice isn't accusatory. Rather just sad and small.
- Cael Becker has posed:
"No," Cael answers. "Just that I will fucking stake you myself, and shove you in one of those crystals myself, if you lose control again," she asserts coldly. "I don't care what the rest of the team says. Hell. I'm not convinced you shouldn't be in one already."
She keeps her eyes locked onto Lydia as she adds, "Jon is //mine.// And Agnes. I will do anything I have to, to protect them both."
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Frankly I'm surprised you all haven't yet. Doubly so that Chas outright /commanded/ that I come back." She shakes her head. "I'm surprised anybody wanted me back at all." She lets out other sigh and nods. "If I lose control again, I'm counting on you to stake me and imprison me. I can't let myself be a menace to anybody ever again."
- Cael Becker has posed:
Cael lets out a snort, and remarks in a supremely bitter tone, "Yeah, well... Chas. I wouldn't have ended up on a fucking cross if it weren't for him."
After that remark - she turns to stride out Lydia's door.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia has nothing to say about that. She just watches Cael go and gets up to quietly close the door. After which she lets out a gut wrenching sob, and slowly slides down the door and buries her face in her knees. If only somebody would properly punish her for her crimes.
