Who: Envy, Greed, Lust, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Alphonse Elric, Scar, Rin Okumura, Yukio Okumura Where: Olivine Beach When: July 31st Summary: By day, a fun vacation at the ocean. By night, BEACH EPISODE 2: TOTAL DRAMA BEACH. Rating: PG-13 Log:
[Heather's never seen Lust absolutely down and out MISERABLE before. Frustrated, sure. Bemoaning human bodily functions, yes. But not this. Never this.]
[Ignoring the self-blame, Heather leans around in front of her, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders.]
[Lust shakes her head, her breathing ragged. She isn't even angry at Scar. In hindsight, what else could she possibly expect?]
I lied. Omission. I didn't mean... I hurt him. I hurt him in his deepest soul and he's done with me. We managed one thing right, I suppose. That's how it's supposed to go.
[She snorts, but it quickly dissolves into an ugly, hitching sob.]
[She'd argue that she was sure whatever happened couldn't be totally Lust's fault, but god, she's ALREADY CRYING. Heather has never seen Lust cry.]
[Caught somewhere between panicking and feeling like someone stabbed her in the chest, Heather acts without much thought. The hands on Lust's shoulders turn into a tight hug.]
[Lust just sinks into the hug. Between the emotional trauma and the alcohol, she doesn't have it in her to try and put up any sort of front. She doesn't care. What does it even matter? And she wants to be held. She wants him to hold her, but he's never going to hold her again.]
But I was! I kept something from him, something important. I thought it would just go away and he'd never have to know...
[And she'd been stupid to think they could find happiness with each other. That he could actually love her. She'd tried to kill him, manipulated him, lied to him... that didn't even touch the uncomfortable truths of her existence. He'd been right. She didn't deserve that.]
Everything was always against us. But I thought...I just thought...
Envy wasn't secretly manipulating France and using...using him to slaughter his people!
[He can most certainly blame her. Who wouldn't? Is it really such a surprise she chooses not to think about it? She buries her face in Heather's shoulder and shakes, wishing with a feverish desperation that she could go back and do things differently.]
[She'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't a little shocked, but... well. She'd already known that her friends the reformed monster-people had been villains back in their homeworld.]
[So what if she was only finding out some of the nitty-gritty now? It didn't... change anything.]
[She holds Lust a little tighter, rocking slightly as she tries to choose what to say.]s
... That was there. This is here. You'd never do it again, right? Now that you're here? Now that-- [Oh. Oh. That's right. That bitch was Lust's master too.]
You weren't the one who chose to do that... right?
I never wanted to hurt him! It wasn't even...god, it's too much. There's too much to explain. But you see? You understand? He has every right...
[For some reason, it's desperately important that Heather understand Scar's not at fault in this. He'd hurt her, yes, but...he'd only spoken truth, and it was the losing of him and the knowledge she'd caused him such pain that is tearing her apart.]
[Oh man, Lust. You are way too drunk and Heather is way too sober.]
... I don't-- I can't tell you whether what you did was right or not, but he-- even if he was mad, even if he HAD every right, he left you hanging for WEEKS! And he-- look, I don't know what he SAID to you back there, but-- but you didn't deserve it!
He was angry and hurt. God, he must have been miserable this whole time, trying to...to...to terms with it.
[Words are growing difficult at this point. No, it makes perfect sense he wouldn't have answered. And how awful it had to feel for him every time her name showed on his 'gear.]
I deserved all of it. I'm not good. I can try but I'm not good. I just am.
[She's running out of counterarguments. She doesn't have enough information, and Lust is rapidly losing coherence. So she scoots her stool a little closer so that she can hug without being in danger of falling OFF.]
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[Heather's never seen Lust absolutely down and out MISERABLE before. Frustrated, sure. Bemoaning human bodily functions, yes. But not this. Never this.]
[Ignoring the self-blame, Heather leans around in front of her, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders.]
Was it Scar? It WAS, wasn't it?
What did he do?!
[>8( SHE KNEW THAT GUY WAS A BAD NEWS BOYFRIEND.]
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[Lust shakes her head, her breathing ragged. She isn't even angry at Scar. In hindsight, what else could she possibly expect?]
I lied. Omission. I didn't mean... I hurt him. I hurt him in his deepest soul and he's done with me. We managed one thing right, I suppose. That's how it's supposed to go.
[She snorts, but it quickly dissolves into an ugly, hitching sob.]
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[She'd argue that she was sure whatever happened couldn't be totally Lust's fault, but god, she's ALREADY CRYING. Heather has never seen Lust cry.]
[Caught somewhere between panicking and feeling like someone stabbed her in the chest, Heather acts without much thought. The hands on Lust's shoulders turn into a tight hug.]
Oh, no, hey, hey, hey...
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[The thought sends a fresh shudder through her.]
God, I was so stupid!
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[She says this as sternly as she can manage while still TENDERLY HUGGING someone while perched on a barstool.]
[Of course, she has no idea what kind of mistake Lust actually MADE, but god, Scar skipped out on her for weeks! How was that her fault?!]
What happened? What did you do that was so bad?
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[And she'd been stupid to think they could find happiness with each other. That he could actually love her. She'd tried to kill him, manipulated him, lied to him... that didn't even touch the uncomfortable truths of her existence. He'd been right. She didn't deserve that.]
Everything was always against us. But I thought...I just thought...
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So?! Everyone does that! You guys-- look, I'm sure there's LOADS of shit Envy never told France! It's not good but I mean, who can BLAME you guys?!
[If it's something important, she can only assume that it's Homunculus stuff. She won't pry.]
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[He can most certainly blame her. Who wouldn't? Is it really such a surprise she chooses not to think about it? She buries her face in Heather's shoulder and shakes, wishing with a feverish desperation that she could go back and do things differently.]
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[She'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't a little shocked, but... well. She'd already known that her friends the reformed monster-people had been villains back in their homeworld.]
[So what if she was only finding out some of the nitty-gritty now? It didn't... change anything.]
[She holds Lust a little tighter, rocking slightly as she tries to choose what to say.]s
... That was there. This is here. You'd never do it again, right? Now that you're here? Now that-- [Oh. Oh. That's right. That bitch was Lust's master too.]
You weren't the one who chose to do that... right?
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I never wanted to hurt him! It wasn't even...god, it's too much. There's too much to explain. But you see? You understand? He has every right...
[For some reason, it's desperately important that Heather understand Scar's not at fault in this. He'd hurt her, yes, but...he'd only spoken truth, and it was the losing of him and the knowledge she'd caused him such pain that is tearing her apart.]
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... I don't-- I can't tell you whether what you did was right or not, but he-- even if he was mad, even if he HAD every right, he left you hanging for WEEKS! And he-- look, I don't know what he SAID to you back there, but-- but you didn't deserve it!
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[Words are growing difficult at this point. No, it makes perfect sense he wouldn't have answered. And how awful it had to feel for him every time her name showed on his 'gear.]
I deserved all of it. I'm not good. I can try but I'm not good. I just am.
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Don't say that.
[She's running out of counterarguments. She doesn't have enough information, and Lust is rapidly losing coherence. So she scoots her stool a little closer so that she can hug without being in danger of falling OFF.]
You CARE.
... That's good enough for ME.
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[Losing coherence is right. But she can't seem to stop talking, even if she's dimly aware she isn't making the sense she wants to.]
I can say what I want! My life was just ruined. M'misery's all I've ever had, let me have it. S'mine. I own what's mine.
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[There is... pretty clearly no point in arguing further. As stubborn as she is, Heather knows a losing battle when she sees one.]
Okay.
Oh-kay.
You can say what you want.
[... SHE'LL KEEP HUGGING, THOUGH.]