seventeen ☼ spam {backdated}

[deshabille]

spam } barge, day 1

[Mal is memorable. Once, she was a creeping shadow of an aberration, her warden content to torment her into violence by depriving her of her blood substitute. She was quiet, passive, identifiable by her red-tinged eyes and the way she twitched at sudden noises.]

[The difference is stark. In the past week, she's gone through the door and changed entirely, her eyes bright and clear, back straight, outlook positively cheery. There is nothing about her reminiscent of the creature she used to be.]

[Frankly, even she doesn't know what to make of the change. So she investigates. All of her time is spent at the door on deck. She doesn't sleep - then again, she doesn't exactly feel like she needs to - and anyone who gets near it is as carefully investigated as the structure itself. She remembers nothing from going through, and yet something must have happened, or she wouldn't be . . . whatever it is she is now.]


( ooc; mal is affected for the desperate to deliver plot! her mirror barge backstory is here. )

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[youwill]

[There is nothing on the network to tip him off as to their arrangement. It's the cup in his room that smells of her: that tells him everything. He makes a cup of coffee, and there is a several second hesitation in which he considers pricking his thumb to add a drop of blood.

In the end, he doesn't. Hannibal carries the cup and saucer with the ease of someone who has steady hands and long practice. The coffee is cooling by the time he finds her, and that is a shame; still, he comes to stand beside her, offering the up with his eyes on the door.]

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