[ They were at a crossroads on ideals. Jason, wished not to use his resurrection as a wasteful endeavor, chooses to live and exact a revenge that was beyond him. C.C., hers was a curse of immortal life where each second that passes she loses memories – faces of people she once loved, names of those who harmed her. It grew tiring. Where he wished not to die, C.C. deep down wanted to. Yet, her 'curse' was certainly complicated. He knows little about the intricacies of her powers, so of course he would be foolish to believe she could fall like those Gods and Supermen.
Call her egotistical, but it just doesn't sink the way he wants it.
Part of her wants him to leave such serious topics away from her, where she doesn't have to be reminded of doubt for her actions. Until now, until she found someone worthy – truly, she had only doubt and regret. ]
The worst case scenario is me not helping you play doppelganger. Yet... I am here. Keep it that way.
[ And before long, she'll settle in the tub and relax – while he busies himself picking up and ensuring that whatever tensions or highs of the night's events would fade with each bite of C.C.'s favorite food. By the time he returns, she's sitting up enough to peer up – the smell intoxicating and tempting all at once. She snakes a hand up past the surface of the water to let her hand dangle over, her cheek presses into the rim of the tub. Such an otherworldly view, of someone so tired and old, but her eyes look up to him like a damn child when he begins to offer her reward for the evening. ]
It should be your favorite too. It's the best kind I've had. You should need no others!
[ But, she allows him preference. She'll take a bite casually, sighing in approval as if there was something simple about enjoying the food. Something that was truly like the simplicity of a meal that she'll remember for years to come. A taste she can't quite escape. When he asks her a question buried in centuries of wanting... of a life long lost... the least she can give is honesty. ]
... When I was a child, I was caught stealing from a home. Cheese, bread and tomatoes were among the items stolen. And... when I was caught, I didn't have a single bite, no matter how my bones stick towards my skin or my belly cried. They threw it to the pigs in front of me, letting them eat while I starved.
[ Until she stumbled across a certain someone or pit that allowed her the power she needed to never grow hungry on the verge of death, only lonely. C.C. takes another bite without letting too much impact her. That girl was dead. Long buried, burnt, or beheaded. ]
When I discovered this... something that combined all three some time later... I swore I would eat my fill every time. I'd never let it go to waste.
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Call her egotistical, but it just doesn't sink the way he wants it.
Part of her wants him to leave such serious topics away from her, where she doesn't have to be reminded of doubt for her actions. Until now, until she found someone worthy – truly, she had only doubt and regret. ]
The worst case scenario is me not helping you play doppelganger. Yet... I am here. Keep it that way.
[ And before long, she'll settle in the tub and relax – while he busies himself picking up and ensuring that whatever tensions or highs of the night's events would fade with each bite of C.C.'s favorite food. By the time he returns, she's sitting up enough to peer up – the smell intoxicating and tempting all at once. She snakes a hand up past the surface of the water to let her hand dangle over, her cheek presses into the rim of the tub. Such an otherworldly view, of someone so tired and old, but her eyes look up to him like a damn child when he begins to offer her reward for the evening. ]
It should be your favorite too. It's the best kind I've had. You should need no others!
[ But, she allows him preference. She'll take a bite casually, sighing in approval as if there was something simple about enjoying the food. Something that was truly like the simplicity of a meal that she'll remember for years to come. A taste she can't quite escape. When he asks her a question buried in centuries of wanting... of a life long lost... the least she can give is honesty. ]
... When I was a child, I was caught stealing from a home. Cheese, bread and tomatoes were among the items stolen. And... when I was caught, I didn't have a single bite, no matter how my bones stick towards my skin or my belly cried. They threw it to the pigs in front of me, letting them eat while I starved.
[ Until she stumbled across a certain someone or pit that allowed her the power she needed to never grow hungry on the verge of death, only lonely. C.C. takes another bite without letting too much impact her. That girl was dead. Long buried, burnt, or beheaded. ]
When I discovered this... something that combined all three some time later... I swore I would eat my fill every time. I'd never let it go to waste.