Once in a lifetime

*Resin* · 11-25-2021, 01:40 PM

"Is that so?" Rough tones filled the hall from behind the pair of living wolves. Resin knew that she was still dead. She felt it because, in actuality, she felt so little. There was a solidness to her now, but she was far from being whole. Sometimes she blinked in and out of existence just like she had during her last meeting with Tamsyn, but she was feeling much more solid now than then. The scarred fae had shuddered back into reality in the main hall, as always. It seemed like this would forever be her place of origin within the real world. Her singular eye had scanned the stone hall, falling upon her lover... or former lover... communing with an earthen colored man. There was... jealousy there as he touched the obsidian woman so brazenly. Jealous, however, was for the living, and Resin was anything but that. She had told Tamsyn to find happiness, and now that she had done so, Resin couldn't be upset about it. Still... she didn't have to like seeing it.

The thickly muscled fae moved down the stone length beside the long table, coming up beside Tamsyn, whom she wasted no time in touching. Noting her solid form at present, she didn't know how much time she had to touch the woman that she loved one more time. It was far from disrespectful, mind you. In Resin's familiar gesture of love and respect, onyx ears slid backwards and she pressed her forehead against Tamsyn's own forehead. There was a big of give as the women touched, but Resin could feel the woman before her. It was something that she had missed, surprisingly. The Carpathian woman was generally an unfeeling thing, but she had truly missed Tamsyn.

Breaking the contact between herself and her former lover, Resin turned her gaze to the feathered man, eyeing him with the golden orb that similarly dripped metallic ooze onto the flagstone. "Resin Carpathius," she introduced herself simply, and wasted no time in continuing. "I don't know how much time I have here, but there are things to be said." Turning to face the brute fully, she fixed him with her piercing gaze. "Take care of her as I can not. Whoever you are, if you love her as I love her, take care of her." Resin feared little in life, and in death feared less. She was just as to-the-point and brusque as always. Her words were a mixture of hard command and deepest wish. "She has suffered enough." Then, as a sort of afterthought, she added, "Please..."

"Resin"

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Once in a lifetime

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