South Attic - LOCKED BETWEEN BEKA, ILLYANA AND CALLISTO

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka knocks softly, at the same time speaking into her cell. "It's me, Illyana. Unlock the bolt."

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[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana opens the door to let them in. There are scorch marks on the wall and on the floor and she appears to have a head wound as the side of her head as the blonde hair is turning red.

"Beka..." She notices Callisto, too. "Callisto..."

OMG, thank you both for coming.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks from Illyana to the wall to Callisto and back to Illyana again.

"Right. You sit. Callisto, I'm gonna try to deal with this head wound. But we might need Alanna."

Her voice is clipped. But it's concern. Not anger.

Callisto dials the clinic to see if Alanna's in, while Beka gently inspects Illyana's head. "You do this the same way I got mine? Trying to get the pain out?"


How could we not? We love you.

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana looks at Beka and then nods slowly, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"I thought that if I went into Limbo and fought demons and all of that that I could make the hurt stop. I thought one pain would make the other pain."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka gathers Illyana in her arms and holds her. "Sometimes it helps. Not for something like losing people you love."

Callisto sits down on the other side of Illyana, providing comfort.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want. And I'm not going to tell you it's OK. Because it's not." It's not OK that someone or something has taken away these people my Illyana loves. It's just not.


[OOC: you OK, hon? Worried about Magik-mun, too. *hugs*]

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana is happy to havae both Callisto and Beka there with her. Having them there eases some of the pain and confusing things that are flowing through her.

"I saw Katya and Piotr die, Beka. I watched what was done to them. But here I have seen another Katya walking around and she's dating another Piotr." Illyana lowers her head. "They died..." she runs a hand through her hair. "And men confuse the frelling hell out of me! One minute James is acting like I'm his dream come true. The next minute he's acting like he could care less if we see each other again or not! I'm so going to swear off of men and just stay involved with the two of you."


{{OOC: *hugs* I'm okay, just dealing with a hellacious load of shit here. Thansk. ;) }}

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((OOC: suddenly swamped with immediate deadline. Back in an hour and half. *hugs you*))

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"I understand how confusing the whole dying but not being dead thing is. While I was away, I saw had sex with a guy who looks so much like Camulus it was confusing. It's a weird universe. Perhaps there is some joy in Kitty and Piotr being alive in this universe, love?"

She hugs Illyana tightly. "Men are the weaker sex. They don't know how to claim what they want, nor hold it. Instead, they rely on us to cling. When we do not...they are lost. They fear pain. Women embrace it. We don't need them anyhow. In this room is everything we could ever need."



(OOC: Glad of the OKness. Was worried! With everyone getting sick and everything, I feared for you. BTW, Beka has Illyana's homework. *g*)

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana hugs back. "It's just so strange and confusing.

Makes me just want to stay right here. Dead and then not...like me and then not..."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka kisses her forehead. "I know. Time travel stuff always is."

I won't leave you. "No one is like you, Illyana."