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I'm Sorry, Evelynn Can't Play Right Now

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene of course had not been far when Evelynn went through her little ordeal, in fact she had just been in the room next door with one of the female slaves discussing the finer points of Evelynn's care to her.

When she heard Evelynn's desperate plea for help there was only one emotion in her, pure unbridled panic, but the expression on her face as she left the room was a stark contrast to this. As the Queen of Rattatak rushed out of the room there was a smile on her face, one that quickly disappeared as she neared her sister.

Nemene came crashing into the room with an astounding urgency, the doors nearly flying off their hinges as the raven neared her sister.

She perched herself on the ground beside Evelynn, a loud tearing noise resounding through the room as a piece of of her gown was removed and quickly placed against Evelynn's nose to at least hold the blood in place, if not stop it somewhat. “What happened?”

Nemene almost screamed the lie, she knew exactly what happened.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
...can't you see?

Her telepathy was anaemic, barely a whisper that could have easily been ignored by the average mind. The weakness was not just physical, it was mental and spiritual. In these very trying times Evelynn was even struggling to perform the most basic of force powers, and telepathy was requiring more and more concentration to use with each passing day since the downturn.

...it's gotten so much worse..

Moving her own hand up to hold the fabric at her nose, those watery granite eyes looked to Nemene in fear, eyelids fell heavily, making the girl look as though she had been heavily sedated. For a moment she swayed, head drooping forward as her equilibrium left her.

Somewhere she heard the bark of a kath hound.

It didn't clock in her mind that it was unusual, given that the menagerie was far from the meditation chambers.

Dejected and pathetic, the girl regained at least a modicum of her senses and she looked to her sister once more. Selfless and patient Nemene. Evelynn at that point could not have imagined an existence without the dark-haired woman in her life, for that was how much she needed her.

...I need...I need my bed...I need rest...

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Without a moments of hesitation Nemene scooped up Evelynn. Although the blonde woman was slightly taller than she, lifting her was no Issue. Evelynn was tiny and frail, not much more than skin and bones. Nemene in comparison was all muscle. She trained thrice daily, lifted weights, and was tuning herself to become a blademaster of the highest order. That required fitness, and fit she was. Lifting Evelynn was hardly a problem, and likewise moving down the halls of the problem proved no trouble at all.

She would let no slave touch her ailing sister, no sullied hands.

“Make sure the bed is clean. Bring cold water and Clean rags.” She shouted as she passed a group of slaves, immediately they scurried ahead of her. Smoothly Nemene moved through the palace, taking careful measure not to shake or jostle her sister about. “It will be okay Evelynn, it will all be okay. I promise.”

She whispered soothing lies, hiding the smile in her eyes.

Quickly they made it to Evelynn's bedroom, she swept her sister beneath the sheets just as she began to shiver and shake. Nemene placed a folded rag into the ice water then slipped it onto Evelynn's head. Nemene soothed her sister with humming and a pet of her cheek, touching the heated skin with a slight frown. “Rest, my love. I will return soon.”

The lie slipped from her lips all too easily, Nemene would not be returning to Evelynns side for the next day, there was nothing more for her to do. Evelynn had received a rather large dose of the poison, as per Nemene's instruction and the next forty eight hours would be hell for the girl. She would hallucinate, she would bleed, her entire body would be ravaged by the poison coursing through her veins, all because her sister had ordered it.

Nemene stood from the bed and left her shivering sister, smirking as she walked out of the room. After this...there would never be thoughts of Panatha again.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
It was a humbling experience to be picked up and carried away like a child.

Thankfully it was an experience that didn't last as the consciousness of Evelynn became a rather dubious construct, fading in and out between the realms of reality and sleep. Instinctively the sickly girl nuzzled her head into her sister's chest like a creature seeking comfort.

Her sister's soothing words were almost lost on her by the time they had reached her chambers with the mute reaching a point where her basic comprehension skills had taken a solid hammering.

She would have no recollection of being put into her bed.

Time no longer existed.

Evelynn's time spent bed-ridden was a non-linear series of sweats and shakes. There was blood, there were tears, thankfully she had no voice to wail because were she equipped it would have been like a banshee. Blankets were pulled over her head and kicked away again and a series of vicious cramps came to ravage the girl's body? Had it been an hour? A day? The Silent Sister did not know.

Eve.

There was a moment of still. A kath hound whimpered. Was that a hand upon her forehead?

You'll feel better if you have a bath, dear.

Bloodshot eyes opened to find Karin Dorn standing above her bed. The woman was clad in very traditional black robes and held a very cold stare, the trademark face of Darth Asmodea. Logic was lost. It did not click to Evelynn in that moment that her mother was dead, that she had watched it happen with her own two eyes, no. The girl needed comforting. Which was too bad, since in that moment her mother then turned away beginning to leave the chambers.

Don't leave me, was what the girl tried to say, only she tried to speak, not aware in her feverish state that she couldn't do that.

The girl tried to leave her bed far too quickly than what her body would allow, instantly falling and with a vicious SNAP receiving a nasty compound fracture upon her wrist, but it barely registered for the blonde. Her brain was no longer functioning on a level of normality. Picking herself up, she staggered over to her desk, hands feverishly rummaging through her broken box of wonders. After clumsily lacerating her fingers upon her ornate blades she managed to pick one of the larger knives, it's hilt funnily enough bearing the head of a horned kath hound.

You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T!

However the Lady Dorn had long since left the room, and so Evelynn drunkenly stumbled after her, slamming her way through those double doors and outside into the hall...where there was still no sign of her deceased parent. The mute staggered a bit further, clashing with a marble plinth and knocking the bust that sat atop it off, sending fragments of the sculpture shattering and scattering across the floor.

Sinking to her knees, Evelynn began to silently weep, still clutching the extremely sharp blade to her chest.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene came crashing into the hall leading to Evelynn's room with all the grace of a raging Krayt Dragon. She did not wait to unlock the doors, she did not even wait to open them. Instead with a single swift kick she splintered the powerful wood door, only to see her sister lazily slumped onto the floor, a broken statue about her and blood falling from her hands.

The Queens eyes shifted immediately to the black obsidian blade in the girls hands, her pupils growing slightly as her heart began to race.

Through the bond she felt confusion, anger, and fear. She scowled, of course this ninnie couldn't control herself while hallucinating. If she was not careful she could wreck the whole palace, she should have had her strapped to the bed. She frowned, letting no anger or confrontational feelings enter the bond.

Instead she began to walk slowly towards Evelynn, sending feelings of calm and protection. She move closer to the girl, her words a whisper. “Evelynn, dearest love, put down the blade.”

Nemene didn't want Evelynn to harm herself or worse, her.

If Evelynn decided in this drunken hallucinating state that she no longer wanted to live all of Nemenes efforts would be for naught. She had to be calm, she had to be protective, she had to be loving and kind and caring. She had to do it, to regain control.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
Thankfully Evelynn's thoughts did not exist upon the suicidal plain.

More like the field of frenzy, as she felt the hard thuds of her heart beat in her ears. There was only confusion, she had awoken completely devoid of clarity and that statement still held true as she remained collapsed against the plinth. It was an extremely disconcerting sight to see the Silent Sister weep so uncontrollably as her lack of vocal chords caused the strangest noises to come rattling out.

Why did you leave me?!

She could only mouth the words she didn't have the ability to say.

Nemene's emotional urgings through the bond had no hope of piercing her disorientated state. However her ears still functioned, almost. Somebody was speaking, the mind didn't pick up on the words however, only the sound. The blonde creature looked up with maddened bloodshot eyes.

It was her mother, approaching ever-so-cautiously.

YOU LEFT ME!

Again, her screams were only mouthed. No telepathy. With a very surprising quickness the demented girl lunged for Karin Dorn, and with a slippery blood-soaked grip attempted to plunge the obsidian blade directly into the woman's gut.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemenes eyes popped open as her sister lunged at her, the frail sickly girl bounding at her with a blade already extended and aiming for her stomach.

Luckily Nemene had faced far faster, and far more opposing enemies who had held this exact same tactic. The issue was Disarming Evelynn without killing her, Nemene had not been taught to do so. As her sister lunged for her Nemene sidestepped, becoming a blur as a rush of the force flowed through her. Then she swung her arms upward, striking the hand which held Evelynn's blade and knocking it out of her grip in one fluid motion.

The blade flew across the room, stabbing easily to a wooden carving at the opposite end of the hall with a loud thunk.

Then Nemene aimed a powerful punch towards her sisters gut, slamming into her with a hard fist while simultaneously grappling her with her other arm so she did not fall to the floor and screaming at the top of her lungs. “Stop it Evelynn!”

The strike likely wouldn't snap her out of this little trance, but it would put her down...for now.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
Hardly the most intimidating person to come at you with a knife. I've seen scarier Jawas.

Nemene's response came so swiftly that the mute's deteriorating mind did not even register that she had been disarmed. The world became a blur, which was to be expected considering that her bond sister was no slouch in the department of physical combat.

A wrecking ball collided with her stomach.

She would have fallen to the ground in that moment had Nemene not been there to keep her semi-upright. The girl wheezed and coughed violently, the punch having clearly winded her. No wonder, on the physical spectrum Evelynn was brittle creature, she had always been delicate but given the recent and quite dramatic weight loss it was a surprise that her bond sister's fist didn't go straight through her.

Evelynn's form went limp as she desperately tried to draw in breath, the girl was still conscious but the blow to her gut had been a disabling one.

A picture of blood and tears, the frenzied girl simply remained slack in what she thought was her mother's grip mouthing the same three words on a loop:

Don't leave me.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene felt her sister go limp in her arms, and she caught the girl with her shoulder. There was no easy way to go about this. She had to be stopped before she hurt herself, before she hurt Nemene. The Queen of Rattatak frowned slightly as she picked up her sister. She felt sobs and deep gasping breaths upon her shoulder as she lifted Evelynn into the air. Nemene crossed the hallway quickly, stepping on broken marble without a second thought.

Broken stone dug into her feet like caltrops, though they did not draw blood.

Quickly she made her way over to Evelynn's bed, lowering her sister onto it. For the first time she saw Evelynn move her lips. The three words over and over again as her mouth opened and parted. Three tiny little words. Nemene mimicked the movement of her sisters lips, eventually whispering the words.

“Don't leave me.”

She smiled slightly, of course completely unaware of Evelynn's hallucinations.

The Queens ego filled the room as she layed down next to her sister on the bed. She clutched the girl to her tightly, reaching around her and pinning her arms into place, holding her tight. It was then that she felt the dislodged bone, the broken wrist. Nemene frowned, shaking her head.

“Oh Evelynn, you little fool.” She could not heal Evelynn in this state, not with her mind already so broken. Instead she felt above her, grabbing onto the headboard and breaking off two pieces of wood. She placed these on either side of the limp wrist, then tied it with a torn piece of cloth. As soon as the splint was in place Nemene wrapped her arms around Evelynn again, making a soothing tone and pinning the girl into place as she began to thrash slightly. “I won't ever leave again, I promise.”

That, was not a lie.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
Like a petulant child, she was put to bed.

Nemene's comforting words fell upon deaf ears as the hectic creature fell into a state of tremors and sweats. Her current state of mental turbulence meant that she was useless to the world, to Nemene and to herself. Restrained by her sister's embrace Evelynn continued to desperately mouth the same three words as if the demented mantra would save her.

They would not.

After a short time spent struggling the mute eventually began to tire, breaths raw and ragged and eyelids drooping. Sleep would come for her now.

Of course it was far from restful slumber, with the Silent Sister waking up repeatedly in a state of confusion asking for her mother, where she was and even, rather hurtfully, asking who Nemene was. Absolutely vile symptoms, but days would pass and her demented state would fade.

For the first time in what felt like forever Evelynn woke up with a shred of awareness.

Her hands felt tight and painful, and her wrist throbbed terribly but at least the girl knew where she was. Without opening her eyes, the sickly Sith's head lolled to the side, face sticking slightly to the sweat drenched pillow. A laboured sigh left her throat.

...Nemene?

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
As soon as Evelynn's voice broke into her mind Nemene's eyes snapped open. She heard the words with clarity and strength that she had not seen in days, and almost immediately Nemene slipped out from underneath Evelynn, dragging her arms out from beneath the girl and moving to the edge of the bed in one swift motion.

She was no longer hallucinating. No longer seeing things. Nemene could feel that much through the bond.

Quickly and without a second thought Nemene moved away from her Sister, scuttling to the edge of the bed and sitting as far away from Evelynn as she could without truly getting away. She gave her sister a hurt look, her eyes welling with tears slightly and a sad frown on her face.

Let the games begin.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
Initially her sister's reaction confused her causing the sickly girl to furrow her brows. Why would she withdraw so swiftly?

She moved to sit up, putting unwanted pressure upon her broken wrist which immediately elicited a hiss of pain from the girl. Noting the splint Evelynn tried to recall the injury. She had fallen out of bed, but had that not occurred in the fever dream? Had she not been chasing down the image of her mother? If that was not a dream then...

Slowly the girl looked down to inspect her hands, a hotbed of lacerations. It had not been a dream, rather a hallucination.

It clicked.

Karin Dorn had not been the one to subdue the hysterical girl, it had been Nemene, she had attacked Nemene. Upon realising this fact the blonde clasped a hand to her own mouth. How could she have done such a thing? Her bond sister was the only person in the galaxy that she had, that would look after her and keep her safe through the ups and downs of the vicious disease. Nemene Talith was the only person that she needed and how had the mute repaid her devotion?

Sister. I'm...I'm sorry.

She blinked, her gaze towards the other woman grovelling.

I thought you were something else. I didn't know...I didn't...

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene looked at her sister, hurt flowing through the bond and ravaging her eyes. Tears welled in them, though none streamed down her face. Evelynn had tried to kill her, to stab her and gut her! She had lunged at her and tried her damnedest to end her life. There was a certain kind of betrayal in that, betrayal that Nemene would never even think of doing to Evelynn. Ever, because their relationship was a special one.

“You tried to kill me Evelynn.” The hurt in her voice was more than evident. “You took a blade, and nearly shoved it into my stomach.”

Tears now rolled down her face, her hand unconsciously falling onto her stomach.

“If I had been a second slower...if I had not been trained like I was...” She trailed off biting her lip and looking at the floor next to the bed. She closed her eyes tightly, the feelings of hurt, anger, and pain flowing freely through the bond, surprisingly, some of them were actually true.

Manipulation was easier when it came from the heart.
 

Louise

here for your dad
Welcome to the Guilt Trip Express, our special passenger boarding this evening is Evelynn, give her a friendly Guilt Trip welcome everybody!

The Silent Sister, with her hand still over her mouth sat still for a few moments. Her mind still throbbed with the usual dull ache and a cold shiver run through her spine. The girl could scarcely believe that she had assaulted, no, attempted to slay her bond sister, vivid hallucinations or not.

Nemene...I didn't know...

The broken record struck again.

Very carefully she manoeuvred herself from out of the bed, her atrophied muscles protesting at the effort. The sheer amount of bed rest that the young woman had indulged in was starting to take their toll as Evelynn for a moment struggled to get stood up, but she needed to stand. Determination would carry her.

Limping over to where her sister sat, Evelynn's expression said it all. The girl was horrified. Even through her muddied mind those feelings of betrayal and pain shone crystal clear. How could this have happened? Please forgive me, sister. The mute dropped down onto her knees before the other woman, Nemene was all she had left, without her there was nothing, she was nothing and all the girl could do in this moment was beg forgiveness.

Please, Nemene. I need you. I love you.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
What a lovely sight, Evelynn on her knee's.

Nemene turned her head away from her sister however and let out a loud sob, tears flowing from her eyes and her pretty face contorting in despair. It seemed that Evelynns betrayal had harmed her more than she had first been willing to admit. Her entire body shook with heavy sobs, deep breaths heaved her bosom up and down as she was made to barely be able to breath in between heavy crocodile tears.

She could hardly manage to speak.

“I...I.” She heaved as she took another deep breath entered her lungs. “Evelynn, There was real murder in your eyes. The kind seen only in our playthings.”

She of course referred to their many Jedi Victims. Those that had looked at them with true hated before their end.

The Queen let out another sob, finally looking back up at Evelynn. Orange iris' were framed in red as she looked at her sister, her face contorted in sorrow and puffy from her tears. She looked at Evelynn with an almost desperate air about her. Seeking something more.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
...and the award for best actress goes to...

Evelynn looked up at the weeping woman as she described the murder in her eyes. Whether or not that was the case would never been seen, after all the mute could hardly remember the incident with any shred of clarity. She would take her sister's word on the matter, like she did with most matters these days.

Nemene...

She paused, not knowing what to say. Of course, she could say the same old things. Apology after apology, nattering on about how she wasn't in control or in the right state of mind but it didn't seem as if those things would pacify her bond sister.

I...

The mute bowed her head, in shame or submission? I'd say a little bit of both.

I'm sorry...just...just tell me how I can fix this. I didn't mean to. I...I'll do anything. I'm sorry.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene wiped tears away from her eyes with a half hearted attempt, soaking part of the silk arm of her dress. She frowned slightly at Evelynn, looking to her sister almost doubtfully, almost with...fear. She sniffled slightly, another tear rolling down her cheek, her Orange Eyes looking puffy and tired as she stared into her sisters gray orbs.

Another sniffle, and then she spoke.

“Stay by my side.” The words were almost hoarse, but they were those of a snake in the garden.

This was the cumulative effort of what Nemene had been trying to achieve. She had tied Evelynn to her, she had made sure that the girl could never leave her, not she would use the bond to make it so...permanently. She would force Evelynn to stay by her side, force her to be with her forever, and never leave. To Evelynn it would just seem Nemene did not want Evelynn to attack her in another hallucinogenic state, though that was the greatest of lies.

She paused again, sniffing and then continuing. “Do not ever leave me again. Stay by my side, so that I can stay by yours, until the very end.”

Her words implied that Evelynns end might come sooner rather than later.
[member="Evelynn"]
 

Louise

here for your dad
In that moment Nemene could have demanded anything and Evelynn would have said yes.

So deep was the dependency and the desire for her sister's forgiveness that all limits of the imagination were torn down. Without Nemene Talith, there was no Evelynn and this, this was very dangerous emotional territory. The girl looked up, her own granite eyes wide and watery, she moved her hand out, seeking to grasp her sister's.

I'll stay by your side, forever.

---

An entire year passed, and yet the sickness remained.

Through familiar ups and downs Evelynn had long since resigned herself to this fate. True to her word the girl did not leave her bond sister's side, although the very end was still yet to come. Of course, just by looking at the mute creature you would have assumed that the end was very near.

If one were to be set the challenge on finding an ounce of fat upon Evelynn's body they would have come up short. A combination of existing upon a bare minimum diet and near constant bed rest had left the young woman as a shadow of her former self. Her muscles had long since atrophied, leaving her about as physically strong as a crippled geriatric. The game plan had worked, she was completely and unequivocally dependant upon Nemene.

However her mind had flourished.

Meditation had long since become too strenuous and trips to see her creatures were few and far between but Evelynn chewed through tomes like it was her destiny. The seemingly never-ending subject of Sith Sorcery had captured her mind, and while she was in no way capable of performing such grand abilities the Silent Sister understood them completely.

So why have we resumed here? Was this to be an interesting day?

Not so far, having gotten used to the usual ups an downs Evelynn generally knew how to deal with either, at this point in time she was caught in the downwards spiral. The usual fever, sweats and shakes, bleeding and mild confusion. It was a dance the mute was very familiar with by now, and to combat her symptoms, sleep had been imposed.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
Nemene lay with her sister in her bed, her black locks slightly faded, her face a year older, but still beautiful of course. Her eyes were hidden behind thick lids, and her chest rose and fell steadily as she lay on her side with an arm snaked around her sister.

While Evelynn had become weaker and weaker, Nemene had spent the year growing stronger. She trained thrice daily, within reach of Evelynn of course, mostly in the courtyard before her sisters room. She fought a dozen seasoned gladiators at a time now, her skill with the saber-staff nearing a peak, and her powers in the force growing ever so slightly. Though she did not just improve upon the physical.

While Evelynn read on Sorcery, Nemene read on science. Both the girls expanded their knowledge, though Nemene put her's to good use.

A few months after Evelynn had initially become sick strange women began to appear in the halls, when Evelynn asked who they were during one of her more conscious moments Nemene had simply smiled at her sister and said Guardians.

For Nemene it had been a perfect year. Evelynn was hers, there had been no more talk of Panatha, no more talk of Kaine, nothing. Evelynn had at last found the truth in her devotion, and Nemene loved every moment of it.

So she slept, a happy cat embracing its favorite toy.
 

Louise

here for your dad
Evelynn would have eventually awoke to a bloody pillow, at some point in the night the floodgates of her nose had been released, sending forth brilliant red to forever stain their satin sheets.

I say would.

For when the Silent Sister roused from feverish slumber she found herself upon the ground, the ground of a savage courtyard ripe and lush with various flora. The grove of greatness. Welcomne to Halcyon Citadel, Onderon. Of course, naturally Evelynn had not suddenly mastered inter-galactic teleportation, but instead was caught in the grips of a very extreme and intense hallucination.

The poor girl's heart thudded against her chest without remorse and her nose had not actually ceased bleeding, in fact, she could taste copper in the back of her throat too. Evelynn's body was shifting into overdrive, the woman was dying and she didn't even realise it.

Are you still unworthy, child?

A voice in her head, but nobody to speak it. Drunkenly her head swayed, surveying the primal courtyard, seeking the Queen of Thorns herself, but there was no prickly telepath to be found. No Bestia in sight, merely Evelynn. It took all of the girl's diminished strength to pick herself off of the floor.

Her pallid form slick with sweat moved as though it were in a trance, there was only one place were she would go. The cliff.

No. I am worthy.

Of course, in reality there was no cliff. Only her chamber balcony.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
 

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