The last way Seraphina thought she would be spending her thirty-fourth birthday was with her very much living dead of a wife. She sat with her hands folded neatly upon her lap, her face bruised and her lip split open, a bit of blood dried upon it. Her injured right leg was propped up beside her, upon a stool. She did ask for a pillow, but no dice, she would simply have to accept the stool as it was.
Hecate sat across from her, a smirk upon her features. She was relishing in watching Sera squirm, truly she was. The deathling picked up her glass and took a sip of the wine that had been poured in both of their glasses. The nelfin sniffed a tad, unfolding her hands and reaching over to grasp her own glass, taking a sip from it as well, almost mirroring her companion's movements.
"Please don't tell me ya actually… Have feelin's for that brute? Sure I understand that ya like the big, strong, and buff type, but him? Really now Hecate, I thought ya had better taste than that." The nelfin spoke first, finally breaking the rather tense and awkward silence, her tone curious and maybe even a tad jealous. She placed her glass down, going to tap her fingers upon the table, watching the other woman and waiting for her response. Hecate seemed to be mulling over Sera's question or perhaps she was simply not answering to frustrate the nelfin even further.
"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't. Who would know? He is the sweetest thing, wouldn't you agree?" The deathling woman smirked and took another sip of her wine. The two fell back into the uncomfortable silence as they began to partake of the food that was set upon the table. For such times, there seemed to be a bit of a selection for that evening's meal, though Sera merely placed a few foodstuffs upon her plate and picked at them, having lost her appetite after having been kicked around quite a bit.
Hecate narrowed her eyes as she watched the nelfin do so, before she placed her knife and fork down.
"You know it's not polite to pick at your food."
"And ya know it's not polite to stand by idly and watch as someone ya claimed to have love get the living shit beaten out of 'em. Don't talk to me about being polite, Hecate. I'm simply not hungry." Seraphina snapped from across the table, shifting her leg upon the stool. Hecate sneered at her, but this expression did not hold as much bravado as it once did. The two merely stared at each other then, waiting for the other to speak again, preparing their weaponized words.
"Do ya really wish for me to eat? Order me to do so then." The nelfin spoke, a daring look in her eyes. The words were a jab as well as a reference to a previous conversation. The deathling woman narrowed her eyes at her living ex-wife. She simply shook her head a tad.
"If you wish to eat, eat. I won't order you to do that." She replied, going back to her own food and drink. For the third time that evening, a tense silence fell over the two past lovers. Sera started up the tapping again, her fingers moving steadily, as her eyes flicked about, never settling upon anything for more than a few moments. Her eyes would finally settle upon Hecate who seemed to be wrapped up in her own twisted thoughts. Sera narrowed her eyes, halting her tapping and placing her hand flat down upon the table and going to lift herself up. Her chair scraped against the floor, causing the other occupant of the table to look toward her.
"Going somewhere, Seraphina dearest?" Hecate lifted her napkin from her lap and placed it upon the table, going to rise and follow after the nelfin. Sera had merely moved over to the window, peering out into the night. The deathling woman stood just behind her, eyeing Sera and then the window. The nelfin was silent, holding onto the window ledge, peering out into the night. Hecate cocked her head to the side before turning and strolling back over to the table, taking a seat and retrieving a bundle of papers, which she flicked through. The woman by the window turned and made her way back over to the table, slowly but surely she did.
"Done with your thinking?"
"For now, aye."
"Good, then we can finish up here and you can go." She looked up from her reading, and she retrieved something from the floor and tossed it toward the nelfin, who promptly caught the object. It was a collar with two tags upon it, which jingled as Sera moved it about in her hands. Her eyes flicked up to Hecate who was smirking at her knowingly.
@Nesstro
