7604/Going alone

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Going alone
Date of Scene: 30 August 2021
Location: Mystique's Quarters
Synopsis: Lydia and Mystique have a heart to heart about Lydia's departure to Egypt.
Cast of Characters: Lydia Dietrich, Raven Darkholme




Lydia Dietrich has posed:
It's time to turn in for the night, and Lydia can be found wearing her oversized 'Team Bella' tee and panties. She's folded up in her office chair, with her legs tucked in underneath her, writing in one of her journals. She slowly spins as she writes, using the natural whorls and eddies of her ectoplasm to spin her 'round.

It must be her personal journal that she's writing in, since she's using her favorite fountain tip pen. There's just something about the way the letters look on the page, and the scratching sound when writing that's very satisfying to her when she writes. She doesn't write in this journal every day, just days when the mood strikes her, or when she's trying to work out her feelings on something.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Sitting at her computers, Mystique is running another long search program and watching for results to add to the USB drive. Luckily this search is much easier, it involves just one person, one human person, and obtaining all the information she can on him. What she can't get via the computer, she'll go scout out in person, but first it is the computer.

Although time for bed she looks much the same she always does... mostly naked, curled up in her chair, watching three monitors as the information streams by. Glancing to the time, she reaches over to flip the monitors off.

"You ready to sleep?" She asks, turning in the chair to look at Lydia across the room from her.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Just about," Lydia says, capping her pen and placing her journal on the desk. "We should talk first, though." She turns her chair around so that she's fully facing Raven. "About my trip to Egypt. I know you don't like it."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Oh boy, here we go.

Mystique had been avoiding the subject because no, she didn't like it. There wasn't one part of it that she liked, but it wasn't her decision to make.

"What more is there to talk about?" She asks, unfolding her legs from the chair but remaining sitting. "We have a GPS tracking device that can be used so we know where you are, just like we talked about for your phone, but you likely won't be allowed to use it. I know how these things work."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia's expression turns soft and sympathetic. Without untucking her legs, her chair scoots across the floor until she's right up next to Raven. She reaches out and takes one of her hands into both of her own.

"It's not just that," she says gently. "I know you love me, and want to protect me, and I find joy and comfort in that. But there's a limit on how much you can do. You have to be able to let me go out and do some things on my own, especially if things in Egypt turns out the way I want them to."

"If I do this," she says, patting the hand, "and I'm not entirely convinced I do, I'll be joining a coven, which means that I'll have, essentially, another family who can be there to protect me, and in ways that you cannot."

"I know it hurts to let me go, and that you're fearful of losing me, but every day I get stronger, more capable, and as you've seen I've been able to keep up with you." She squeezes the hand and brings it up to her cheek. "I know you'll worry no matter what. But you'll also have to trust me to take care of myself."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique watches Lydia roll her chair over, let's her hand be taken, even accepts the caress to her cheek, all the while thinking life had been so much easier when she locked everything away.

"Have I ever once says you aren't capable of taking care of yourself?" she asks plainly, canting her head very slightly. "I know in most situations you can handle yourself without a problem. Did I not say go, do, find out if this is the path for you? You're right, I'll worry, that won't change and nothing you say will change it. I would never stop you," she then states more firmly. "And I never have. So I don't see the point of this."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"I don't know," Lydia says, dropping the hand. "I just..." she struggles a bit to express how she feels, "It just seems that your in pain over this, and I don't want you to be. You're upset, and I don't want that either."

She lets out a sigh, "I think I may want you to be a little happy for me for finding my place in the world. I thought when I was in college that I wanted to be a teacher, but then I found out I had a knack for magic and that's a /whole/ Pandora's Box right there. But I like it. It excites me, and it may be a bit unreasonable for me to expect you to share in that enjoyment of it."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Reaching over Mystique picks up Lydia's hand this time, lifting it up to kiss the back off.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little happy for you," she admits with a shrug. "I am. I know you've been searching for something that was your own, that you could use to help others, and this may be it. I just... I loath that it has to be so secretive. You know she's testing you, right? That every thing she says and does is a test for how worthy you are, for how far you will go, for what you will sacrifice?"

She rests the hand she is holding back on her leg. "I fear she'll push you to leaving entirely Lydia, because without a doubt, she has the ability do to it. I've analyzed all the information from the meeting at the bistro. She was using magic the whole time she was there, but none of us at the table even noticed. How do we know she isn't using magic when she sees you? That she isn't going to use it to control you?"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia's jaws set at Mystique's worry. "It will be a cold day in hell for them to tear me away from you. I /do/ have my limits and this meeting... it's a way for me to test them as well. I'm still on the fence about this, Raven, and they have to prove that what I get back is worth more than what I give up, and there is /nothing/ they could offer me that would make me give up you."

Her brows furrow into a scowl. "I didn't know that," she says. "I wonder what kind of magics she was working on the bistro that day." She purses her lips as she thinks. "Do you know if she was using them while on the Asteroid?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Enough with the separate chairs. Mystique gives Lydia a pull, in hopes she will get the hint to come sit in the cobalt mutant's lap.

"She did nothing like that on the Asteroid, at least nothing that was observed," she answers with a sigh. "I think the magic she was using at the bistro was defensive actually, though I hate admitting that. I'd like to find out what she's up to and have concrete evidence to stop you from going, but I don't have that. What I have is observation. At the door, when people entered while we were sitting there talking, they would notice us immediately, we stand out. Yet after sitting down, it was as if they no longer saw us, just... stopped staring, or caring that we were there. You and I both know, that never happens. Once they start staring, they don't stop."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia dutifully climbs up into Mystique's lap and laces her arms around her neck. "That's what I was thinking, too." she says. "I noticed that as well, but I didn't think much about it at the time, to be honest. You have a better eye for these things than I do, which is why I'm glad to have you around."

She lets out a sigh, "I wish I could offer you concrete evidence. Really, I do. But so much with magic is ethereal in nature that it's hard to do. A lot of it is just /knowing/, and that's hard to quantify."

She leans up and gives Mystique a peck on the cheek. "That reminds me. The rings for Clarice and Cynthia have been cast. Cynthia even convinced me to make one for myself. Somebody might be able to locate me through my blood because of my heritage too and it just seems like a good idea to cover our bases. I'm going to need some blood from you to be the mask. We'll just need some random schmuck from off the street. The more schmuck the better."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique wraps her arms around Lydia, pulling her close and tight against her. She's trying very hard not to be possessive, to not scream out that Lydia was hers the rest of the world could go take a flying leap, so instead she will just hold the woman she loves very close.

"I trust you," she finally says. "If you think this is the route to go, then go. If you want to do it without the GPS device, I'll panic, worry and fret the whole time you're gone, but again, won't make you do it."

She rests her head against Lydia's arm, closing her eyes, thinking, calming her inner voices. "It's not a bad idea to make you a ring as well, it was after all, the blood that got Isabella's attention."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia can still feel tension in Mystique, so she runs her fingers through the back of her red hair. "I'll always be yours, you know that?" she tells her lover sweetly. "Whatever may come, I'll always be there for you, come hell or high water. If you call I'll come running."

"I'll take the GPS device," she says after a long silence of just being there, together. "There's no reason to throw /all/ caution to the wind, though they may have me remove it or have magics that will interfere."

She chuckles, still running her hand through Mystique's hair. "Cynthia wants me to be a big sister to her and Clarice, which is why we're all getting matching rings now. I like the idea, though, I've never been a big sister before."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique smiles and her body relaxes a little, whether it was the words or the fingers through her hair however is unknown.

"You shouldn't make promises you don't know if you can keep," she says first, then leans up to press a kiss to Lydia's lips, letting it linger for a moment before sitting back. "There may come a time that you decide you won't come, that you don't want to come, that someone else out there is better for you, offers you something you are missing in your life. One person, no matter how many forms I may have, may not be enough."

Reaching up she runs the tips of her fingers over Lydia's cheek, then down over her neck. "They can't remove this device," she adds. "They may block it, but it can't be removed without surgery, unless of course you know a mutant who can take things out of a person without surgery." She wiggles her brows at this.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia closes her eyes as they kiss, her hand clutching at red hair, and looks a little sad as they part. "Maybe," she allows. "But let me have the fantasy of always being together for right now. Remember, I'm a romantic at heart." She grins and gives Mystique a little peck on the nose.

"I didn't realize you were chipping me," she says with an amused smile. "Should I wear a collar, too? 'If lost, call Mystique at 212-240-4553.'" She leans close and nibbles on an earlobe. "You never know," she growls. "I just might like it."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Okay, gears just changed rather quickly, and Mystique goes with the flow. Leaning in she bites Lydia's neck lightly a few times, then whispers across her skin, "If I collar you my love, you'd never be allowed to leave, or wear clothing, again."

Leaing back she looks up into Lydia's eyes, "You are allowed to hold any dream you wish my love, but yes... you're getting chipped."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
A shiver runs down Lydia's spine. "That is a tempting offer," she says before leaning back to look back at Mystique's eyes.

"Okay," she says, breathing out the word. "I'm okay with this. Where are you going to be putting it?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Running her hand down Lydia's back, nice and slow, Mystique then swats the woman on the butt.

"Right there," she swats another spot on her butt. "Or there."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia giggles and wiggles her butt. She slides off of Mystique's lap to stand, taking her hand to pull her up with her. "I don't think I'm sure I know the region you're talking about," she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're going to have to show me again." She keeps pulling Mystique towards the bedroom. "And again. And again."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique let's her hand be taken and stands to accept being guided toward the bedroom.

"Oh I have a few good lessons in mind," she offers coyly, licking her lips. "To repeat over and over and..." another swat given to Lydia's rump. "over again."