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Celeste--

[In the corner of her vision, she sees movement, danger, and reacts without thinking - she whirls to face Riley, ready to catch her out of the air and hold her in a tight embrace. Even if those talons sink into her, instead, she won't flinch. She's gone through worse, in a much more fragile form. She just waits for a few breaths, then gently sets Riley back down, soft yellow eyes on hers.]

...Riley, it's okay.

[The softest murmur of reassurance, before Mukuro turns back to Celeste and scoops her up. Much like a large dog scruffing an angry cat. It's time to stop. She trots back to their apartment, deposits Celeste onto her own bed, and - leans to give her a very brief nuzzle before slipping back out. She isn't trying to take sides here, she completely understands why both of them are so volatile, she just - hates the fighting. And it's not helping either of them.]

[Celeste is still screaming, even when she sees the way Riley goes still, then tense- and she knows what's coming. She doesn't lift her hands, doesn't even try to defend herself, because part of her still know she's goading this out of her and what happens to her will happen regardless. Maybe for just a little while it can finally stop-

And then Mukuro is between them, speaking lowly to Riley and Celeste isn't even fully aware of the words coming out of her mouth-]

Fine then, if you're so damn determined just fucking kill me why don't you-!

[And then Mukuro has Celeste up over her shoulder, the movement cutting off her sound in surprise. Mukuro lifts her straight off the ground and uses three of her legs to propel them both down the hallway to their apartment door.]

What are you doing?

[Once Riley is out of sight, she stops shouting. But her throat is raw, tearing at her voice and she's still so so angry. Why could Riley be normal? Why did she get everything they couldn't? She hates her so much. She hates her happiness and kindness and security-

Mukuro sets her down on her bed quickly, smoothly, with obvious care. There's an unexpected affectionate press as if to say stay here. And the door shuts behind her. In the deafening silence, the full implications of what she's done sink in. Like when she would be between games, and her keepers would just shut her away because she couldn't be useful or good enough.

Celeste... Doesn't want to be here if Mukuro comes back.

It takes only a moment to open the window and clamber out of it. She needs. She- she doesn't know. But she isn't needed here. Not when Mukuro has people like Riley and Steve and. and Naegi.]

[ With the harpy in her panicked and half-thinking state, it’s very easy for Mukuro to catch Riley, like she’s a linebacker on the football field instead of a cheerleader. Even as her one free set of claws swipes at the air furiously, her own screeches almost too distant for her ears to hear, she can’t break free of Mukuro’s grasp. Can’t not listen to those soothing words. Can’t stop gasping, choking on her own poison. Familiar, familiar, all so familiar, just breathe Riley, I got you shifting and swirling to a lower voice, different voice, you don’t have to apologize to you’re going to hate me, but that was a dream—

And suddenly, it’s gone. The support, the kindness, because suddenly Mukuro’s taking Celeste away, and she’s left alone in the silence, with just her own distant gasps to keep her company.

See what happens when they know?

Her gasps and the usual poison, directed inward now that there’s nowhere to spit it. Every positive example—Giorno, Eridanus, Atem despite the assumed betrayal, Cersei who’s gone, gone now—falls away. Her claws curl into her arm, tighter, tighter, though she doesn’t know if she can feel it. It doesn’t matter that Celeste doesn’t like her, has never liked her. It doesn’t matter that Celeste seems determined to cut and push her, every conversation they have. All Riley can think, curled on the floor of her apartment, waiting for the world to end, is that this is what she’s supposed to be, and everyone will treat her like that, when they know.

Broken little monster. Never could’ve been good enough. Shouldn't try. Just kill them, you don’t need—

She can barely breathe as she curls in on herself, just a ball of feathers in an empty room. ]

[Once Celeste is safe, Mukuro only waits long enough to take a breath before she pads right back out. Celeste can handle herself, and hates being seen when she's vulnerable. But Riley - Riley needs people with her. She's being eaten from the inside out and tearing herself apart, and if nothing else, Mukuro's had years of practice trying to help with this sort of thing.

She slips back into Riley's apartment, ears drooping when she sees the sad little pile of feathers curled up on the floor. It hurts to see her like this. She takes a few quiet steps closer, until she can crouch down across from her and lean in to nose ever so lightly at her.]

Riley...?

[ The storm of her own thoughts keeps her from hearing Mukuro's approach until she's right in front of her and it's impossible not to. Her head shoots up and her face flashes through so many different expressions. First, fear and panic—it was in this apartment, it was here— then surprise, relief—oh thank god, oh she's not alone, she's not alone— and then, starkly and suddenly—

Despair.

The freed claw drags on the floor as she scrambles backward. The other wraps into muscle and rips feathers and flesh from her arm. She shakes her head with a desperate whine. ]

No. No, no, no, n-n- no, jus- just- go. Leave, I- c-can't, can't—!

[ A moment of comfort means nothing. Not when once everything comes crumbling down she'll just be alone again, alone or forced to be the feral thing they expect of her.

You can't count on anyone. ]

Edited (cant get me smalltext) 2021-06-16 01:40 (UTC)

[God, she's still so scared - but there's a glimmer of relief, too, enough that Mukuro doesn't want to just immediately retreat and leave her be. Especially when that very familiar despair makes itself known. Seeing it on Riley's face, of all people - it hurts in a way she didn't expect, makes her stomach twist with guilt and worry.

--She's hurting herself again.

Mukuro moves forward without even thinking about it, reaching first to take Riley's taloned hand, to stop her from carving into herself any further. She doesn't care if she gets hurt, instead. She can handle it, and the Fog heals. No, in fact, she pulls Riley gently towards her and right into another embrace, with her other arm wrapped around her and her snout resting over Riley's shoulder. The better to murmur to her, very softly:]

It's okay. I promise.
I'm not leaving you alone.

[ This is always how it seems to go, isn't it? Mukuro pulls her in, holds her while she hangs limp like a ragdoll. Softly, she reassures her.

That's why the hydra thought she was an easy target.

She could snap your neck again, so easily—

Riley shuts her eyes tight to keep the tears from falling. She tries to pull away, undoubtedly getting blood from her arm on Mukuro's fur. ]

No... N-no, you- you will— [ The words come out before she can stop them. ] You- you're- gonna hate me- everyone- everyone's gonna—

[She shakes her head a little, shifting a bit so she can more easily pull Riley into her lap. She lets go of Riley's hand, but only so she can loop her arm around her for a more complete embrace. Even her tail curls up and tucks around them, as best it can. Anything to give Riley even a tiny bit more comfort.]

No, I won't.

[Mukuro's voice is as gentle as her touch, trying so hard to keep the wolfish rumble out of it - the last thing she wants is to scare her.]

Riley, I promise, it's okay. You -

[She swallows, wonders if it's better or worse to mention this, before deciding it's better not to make Riley tear her confession out of herself again. So even though she's half-convinced Riley will be angry at her for the deception, if she remembers, Mukuro continues in a near-whisper.]

...You already told me. When you were - sick.

[ And just like that, her struggling ceases. Riley goes utterly still, the only sound from her those quick, shallow gasps of breath as she tries to force down the panic attack rippling through her.

No. No, that— ]

Tha- that...was a dream- n-no, that—

[ The only movement is her trembling. ]

[Another little shake of her head. This feels a little like picking at a scab. Like she's hurting Riley all over again. But - it's a wound that needs airing out.]

I saw you fall - you needed help, so I brought you home. You thought I was someone else.

[Someone better, that hissing voice reminds her, but she shoves it aside. Her stupid feelings aren't important right now. No, she's here for Riley, she's here to help clean out this old hurt. She speaks very softly, arms still around the harpy, holding her in a nest of warm fur.]

You told me - what happened. At your sleepover.

Edited (im a mess) 2021-06-16 18:52 (UTC)

[ That was Cairo, holding her, nursing her back to health. That— was Cairo, telling her it was all okay. That—

Was someone with a lower voice. With fur. Who is here, actually here, not in one of her dreams or wild fantasies. ]

No. N- no, oh. Oh god. Oh g- god, oh—

[ Like that night, this feels so nice. So comforting and warm. But everything in her is screaming. ]

[She can feel it, Riley's rapid heartbeat fluttering in the cage of her chest. She can feel how tense she is, like a string pulled so taut it's seconds away from snapping. She's scared - she's terrified, of course she is, she's terrified that Mukuro will - hurt her, or hate her, or expose her to the world.

Of being left alone.

It's an echo of a fear Mukuro has handled many times before. Not her own, but close enough to her heart for it to feel like second nature. She doesn't think twice, doesn't hesitate - just turns her head slightly to nuzzle at the harpy, closing her eyes and holding her just a bit tighter.]

It's okay.

[When she speaks, it's with the voice she used when they were small. Soft and reassuring, even if it's a different recipient, this time. It's okay, I'm here.]

Riley, it's okay, I promise.
I'm not afraid of you. And - I'd never tell.

[ Against Celeste, she pushed back so hard. She's not like that, she doesn't have to be, she's not— a bad person, she's not—

But now? Now, here? All the fight's gone out of her.

(Someone else who would sit by her side? Someone else who would carry her, hold her, tell her it's okay? No... No, this can't—) ]

No...! No, you're g-going to— ev- everyone's— going t-t-t- to— I ju- just- just wanted t-to— [ A thousand different things she wants to say at once, but none of the wherewithal to put the words together. None of the mental endurance. She shakes against Mukuro's fur, gasping in, choking out: ] I'm sorry—!!

[Her ears droop, a little, listening to Riley's ragged breathing and desperate fragmented speech. It's so clear how badly she's hurting.]

I know. I know you are.

[There's a pause, where Mukuro tries to think of what to say. She's always been clumsy with her words, always found it so much harder to speak instead of act - Riley feels so fragile under her hands, like she could break at any second, and Mukuro doesn't trust herself to fix anything when all she's good for is destruction. But she has to try. Because she's the one who's here, even if Riley deserves better. Riley needs her to try. So she nuzzles at her again, lets her clutch at her fur, and murmurs quietly into her pointed ear.]

Riley... You're not a bad person.
Bad people don't feel so guilty.

[Not like her.]

[ And yet still, Riley shakes her head. Instead of fighting, mercifully, she's gone into freeze-mode, like the scared little girl she once was (still is)— her claws don't rake against Mukuro's fur, don't draw blood like the last time they were in this oh-so-small apartment (no— no, she says there was a time after, a time she thought was—) and she feels herself torn in a thousand different directions. ]

No! No, I— I'm a monster—!!

[ It's the only thing she can concretely say, besides her apologies. Her shoulders shake and heave, her body trembles, her wings hang limp. She's a shrill, incoherent mess, and the only way they're going to get anywhere is if she can suck it up and breathe, but she just can't. ]

[There are so many things she could say to that.

'We all are' comes to mind, but that isn't what this is really about. 'I'm much worse than you' isn't exactly comforting, and the last thing she wants is for Riley to be any more scared of her than she might already be. But - it doesn't matter. Nothing she could say matters, right now; she doesn't need stupid platitudes. Even if Mukuro wasn't awful at talking, Riley can't listen. Not when she's this strung out and panicked. So. Instead, she pulls back just far enough to look Riley in the face, bright yellow eyes steady and piercing.]

Riley.
Look at me.

[Her voice is still low and quiet, but right now, it's demanding her attention. As much as it hurts to see Riley like this, Mukuro has plenty of experience handling panic attacks - she's not about to let Riley just sit here and deteriorate.]

Everything will be okay.
Just breathe along with me for now.

[ If she looks at Mukuro, then Mukuro can see her. Her awful, wicked self, the her she can't hide anymore, the reason she's here, the reason her parents will never love her, the reason she's a failure—monster and a failure, failure of being a monster, failure failure failure—

Wolf eyes catch avian nevertheless.

They're captivating. Beautiful in their calculation, beautiful in their efficiency.

Riley hiccoughs in her sobs. ]

But— b-but I c-can't— [ Her protests are whimpers, too soft to be real. The moment reminds her of countless nights where Cairo would talk her down, or—

Or of what she thought was a dream. Reality focuses in from the fractured kaleidoscope of her fevered memories of that night. This isn't the first time they've talked about this. This isn't the first time Mukuro has reassured her.

She remembers that now. ]

[Riley looks, despite her weak protests, and Mukuro looks back unflinchingly - though she keeps her snout angled slightly downward when she speaks again, to hide her teeth.]

Good. See, you can do it.
Just focus on me.

[She breathes in, slow and deep, filling her lungs almost entirely before starting a controlled exhale. Modeling for Riley.]

[ She can't get it right away. She lets out quick gasps instead. But she doesn't look away, not even as tears escape her eyes.

Another gasp. Another. Another...until they slow to the deep breaths Mukuro's demonstrating. ]

[Mukuro waits, eyes on Riley's all the while. She can be patient for Riley; she'd wait hours if that's what it took. It's not as though she has anything else to do - and even if she did, this is important. Riley is important.]

That's it... good, you've got it.
You're okay, Riley.

[She speaks in a low murmur, soft enough that Riley needs to stay close and focused to listen, but with more warmth in her tone than usual. It's hard to stay distant and dead when you're this close with someone, and when the situation is this close to your heart. They're still so intertwined - Riley was one of the first to break past Mukuro's usual aversion to touch, and it feels almost completely natural now to keep her arms around the harpy in her lap.]

[ It's not like Riley shies away from touch. But she's used to it being superficial. Her parents stopped holding her at a very young age. Her brother never knew how to interact with her. You have to work closely with others in sports, can't exactly be averse to getting physical—but that was all to serve a purpose. Sure, she'd high-five teammates. Get or give a quick hug from a girl on the squad. But it didn't mean anything. The only person who really gave her physical love and affection before Ryslig, that's Cairo.

But that's not true anymore here. The walls she hadn't even realized she had slowly broke over the months, eroding away with every act of care and love. It left her at the perfect place to accept Mukuro. And yet still, she didn't think she'd receive this kind of affection back.

Sobs break into her deep breaths, but she keeps going, alternating between full breakdowns and slowly resetting her panicked mind. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I know. It's okay.

[Mukuro murmurs back to her without any hesitation. She knows Riley can't just turn it off - when your emotions overflow that badly, you can't stop everything leaking out the broken cracks even once you calm down a little. You're stuck at reduced capacity for a while. She's had a lifetime of experience with breakdowns like this.

One hand comes up to rub Riley's back - just like the last time she'd come here to help. Just another gentle attempt to help keep her grounded, reassure her that she isn't alone.]

You're doing good. Take all the time you need, it's okay.

[ She remembers the specific way this felt. Outside the feverous delirium—how could she ever mistake Mukuro’s touch for anyone else’s? How could she mistake them for Cairo’s? They’re so distinct.

Eventually, after minutes of this, the sharp hitches are all gone. The tension in her hasn’t left, won’t leave, but that’s normal. Her body’s fully limp now, though. She’s not half-stuck. Her forehead rests against Mukuro’s shoulder. ]

…Thank you.

[Mukuro's maintained a sense of calm through all this - she had to, if she wanted to be an anchor for Riley, adrift in her feelings. But she feels much more at ease when she feels the harpy slowly relaxing, even if only by degrees. She allows herself to touch her snout to Riley's cheek, the lightest nuzzle, before she speaks again.]

Its okay. I told you... I want to help, if you need it.
I don't mind - being here.

[The opposite, in fact. It feels good to be useful - and to be gentle, rather than fierce. It's rare, and she's not as good at it. But she's trying.]

[ The soft whimpers that escape Riley's mouth are almost...appreciative. Some of Celeste's words bounce around her head like a pinball. About how she makes herself look weak and defenseless. She's never tried to do that; in fact, she's wanted very badly to be strong. To show she can take care of herself, to never bother anyone else. ]

Not— not just for this. For...that night.

[ Mukuro brought her to safety. After everything...

It makes her hold on tighter, as little she can. ]

Edited 2021-07-09 06:34 (UTC)

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