towerofanimus | issues and birthday wishes!

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issues and birthday wishes!

Characters: Ishtar (AU1), Darres (OU), Sephiroth (OU) (Lift to Floor 1) &

towerofanimus
Setting: Lift to Floor 1 (closed), Floor 1: Kitchen, Floor 78: Mailroom, Floor 25: Meadow
Format: Either is fine with me
Summary: Ishtar learns how to make cake with people who offered to help her and then on the day of Darres' birthday same thing. Ishtar finds Sephiroth with Darres, and then Darres' birthday with friends.
Warnings: Fluff & cute mostly

[ LIFT TO FLOOR 1 (CLOSED SEPHIROTH & DARRES) ]

OCTOBER 01, 2013

Before Ishtar actually went to find her friends in the kitchen, she went to search for a specific person. It was already tiring and rude that he didn't respond to her mail, but she wasn't really surprised that he didn't, They didn't end well when they passed each other during the event. The event caused a lot of things to happen, and Ishtar acted for the better good for the group. She also violated his personal space by injecting a damn needle into his body. She was probably fucked for that too. She didn't want to see how pissed he was with her, but she knew she had to face him eventually. She knew she was already in trouble.

She also knew that he might be throwing her against the wall, so she decided to grab Darres and see what they could do about together...maybe. She didn't even give him the details. She wanted to find Sephiroth and that's what she told Darres.

[ KITCHEN; FLOOR 1 ]

(a) OCTOBER 01, 2013

Ishtar pretty much found herself some ingredients with the help of some friends and eagerly waited for one of them to actually help her make the cake since she wanted to make it so badly. She wanted to at least do something nice for her husband. Calling him her husband was still a bit awkward on Ishtar's part, but needless to say, she was happy as anyone right now. From all the crap she went through, she was fairly eager to actually do something about Darres' birthday. She didn't want to forget it and just do nothing.

(b) OCTOBER 08, 2013 A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE PARTY

Finally, it was the big day and somehow the cake came together well after all that hard work. She just needed to see if she could find anything to decorate it a little with. She eager to make it seem like it was the best cake ever or at least the best she could make it in a condition like this. Ishtar was humming to herself as she was stirring the chocolate syrup in the pot. She had to go through some sort of hell to get this thing and on top of the cake she was making chocolates today.

[ MAILROOM ]

OCTOBER 01, 2013

For this day, she decided to actually slip a few notes into a few mailboxes. There's a note attached with their names on it. She quietly slipped in the information into the designated mailboxes. People are free to catch her in the act, or interrogate her for why she's sneaking around so carefully.

[ MEADOW ]

OCTOBER 08, 2013

Cake check, food check, and chocolate check. Now she had to make sure people actually got the memo and not tell Darres. She sent Darres a brief message through his mailbox and on the network as she ventured down the hallways, happy and cheerful. She was quietly humming to herself as she had a few bundle of things in her arms, the cake and the chocolates. she could not admit how grateful to her friends for being able to help her out. Even the stranger she met days before were also very nice to her. They also were a huge help to her when she asked them to be.

She finally made it to the floor, with her arm full of cake and chocolate. On top of that, there was some sort of blanket draped over her arms as she carried quietly. She grinned happily as she searched for a good spot in the meadow to actually set up. She hoped that people would come and help her out somehow.

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Ishtar spotted him almost instantly, with his silver hair passing by on the stairwell. She quickly dropped a few of her things onto the floor and walked over there, in hopes that Darres was okay with it. She knew that taking a detour right now wasn't ideal, but she was worried about Sephiroth and they hadn't seen each other in a week or so if she even counted that correctly.

Either way, she knew he was pretty ticked off at her and was pretty much prepared for something. She wasn't sure what as long she at least survived it. She hoped so anyway.

"Sephiroth," she mused softly, giving him a brief wave as she approached him. She's not sure how he'd react, so keeping it rather calm would probably be a better idea. She wasn't even sure how their relationship ended up this way.

Just don't even acknowledge her. He thought to himself as Sephiroth heard what could only be Ishtar approaching him from behind. After what had happened when they had all been locked in the Dormitory room - Sephiroth most certainly didn't want to talk to her. He'd taken much the same attitude towards Nesir after their week together as well.

All the arguments, all those deadly glares across the room. The hallucinations, and his ultimate weakening in front of them both; Sephiroth was much too short of patience for either of them as a result.

She called his name just as he made it half way towards the elevator but still he kept walking. Only when having pressed the button to call the lift did he have to stop and wait, and glanced over his shoulder at her.

"You just can't leave alone, can you?" His voice was cool, too cool in contrast to the bitterness that already pulsed beneath his surface.

That's rude that he already ignored her letter and now he's trying to ignore her too. Sh knew he's not happy but it wasn't fun to be ignored. She would rather he just yell at her something. It was better than the stupid silent treatment. She looked at him apologetically, as he said that.

"I'm afraid not. I left you a letter and everything you know?" she mused softly. She was trying to keep things as calm as she could with him right now. Ishtar trailed on after quietly, keeping her distance. She could feel his mood from the minute he talked to her. He really was pissed.

"I saw."

He'd burned it a moment later and sprinkled the ashes on the floor of the mail room for the workers to clear up, and it had been satisfying as well - but Ishtar would probably expect for him to have done so and so he didn't even mention it.

Sephiroth turned his attention back towards the closed doors of the elevator, determined to brush her off with a cold shoulder before he'd be pushed to violence in such a public place - but by Ifrit's Hellfire how she irritated him!

She figured yeah. If he didn't burn it, he would have done something else with it. God, this was such a messed up relationship she had with him. She honestly didn't even know how it turned out this way. This was weird and Darres was here too. She couldn't afford to alarm her husband with anything that would potentially put her in danger.

She was trying her best to get along with him and she knew she walked over a plank she shouldn't have but what choice did she have? She was the kind of person that did things, knowing the consequences.

"So, are you okay? I know apologies don't mean much to you, but I am sorry."

She didn't approach him anymore than that.

Ishtar shouldn't have pushed, she shouldn't have even stopped in the corridor that time when she first met him. Sephiroth much preferred to be left alone without all the extra 'caring-baggage' that Ishtar was all about. Passing the physical boundary and administering an injection against his will and without his consent was certainly the last straw.

And he let Ishtar know that. Sephiroth did nothing to conceal from his expression the very real possibility that this could turn lethal. The tightrope that she balanced on was being whittled away from underneath her.

"You're sorry..." Sephiroth took a breath and straightened up, used it to put a cap on that anger of his which was rising eagerly to the surface. That which had been so denied and controlled recently pounded behind his temples. But he had to control it, he was better than his emotions.

"That's not good enough."

She wasn't letting him die, so there was no way she'd just watch him wither away without that stupid injection. She was in the same position as him, but she wasn't so prideful and arrogant to let that get to her. Yeah, she knew that and she was trying, choosing words carefully, but it didn't seem like it was working in her favour. She still looked at him, with a serious expression plastered on her face.

"Yeah...I know it's not good enough," she looked down, "but if it makes you feel any better, I'm willing to make up for it."

The fact that Sephiroth would have rather stayed unconscious and eventually died in that room was exactly the sort of release he wanted at that point. Unsettling as it is how he's starting to view death in the Tower very much as an escape rope in more ways than one. The moral line in the sand gets blown away a bit more every cycle that he's been resident here.

He didn't ever pay much mind to losing his own life even before he came to the Tower. In fact, the chains of physicality are very limiting for him.

Ishtar's words did nothing but coil up his anger more. She's always for 'making up for it' and all this pointless over-caring of hers had already well passed his tolerance level before. Their whole relationship was starting to suffocate his own coveted sense of self-sufficiency and this was a line Ishtar didn't want to cross. She had gone too far this time, indeed.

Sephiroth moved and in the next second Ishtar was pulled roughly by her forearm and smacked up into the wall right next to the elevator shaft. Similar to how he had manhandled another certain annoyance of a resident months before he held her instantly by the throat and glared down into eyes.

"I don't want you following me around anymore, are we clear?"

Not on Ishtar's watch obviously. She sported some hate from him, after being on a rather thin line with him to begin with. She didn't object to what he had to say, because she already picked up most of what he was as a being. She couldn't call him human because he was definitely above that. He didn't like being lumped in with humans and she knew that.

It was unfortunate that she was the type of person that didn't stop for anything, even if it got her killed in the end. There's a brief surprised look from her when Sephiroth moved towards her and then the wind being knocked out of her when she was slammed into the wall next to the elevator shaft. She gave a surprise cough from having the wind knocked out of her. She stared at him, with a bit of pain reflecting from her eyes, but nothing more than that as he held her by the throat now.

"..." It took her a moment to actually regain her ground, and pick up what was being said. She was a bit dizzy from the sudden slam into the wall, but she shook her head, "Do you really...hate it that much, to be cared for?" she mused softly, with almost a whisper. She testing his patience, yes, but did he really hate that kind of contact? Did he really hate having people who cared about him? She couldn't fathom what kind of past he had that would have altered him this much but then again she didn't even know him at all, so it didn't really help.

Darres was far more lenient than he use to be when it came to letting Ishtar pull dangerous stunts. Of course when he was absent for most of her containment he had to learn to give her space where it was necessary. This didn't discourage him from spending majority of his time in the tower with her, she was still a kindred in the tower and a very important person to him.

The dispute between her and Sephiroth didn't go unnoticed. Not by a long shot. However, he was use to not interfering in her business as he still had most of his habits from home after all. He did draw the line of staying in Ishtar's shadows when she was being physically assaulted. Like second nature, Darres' hand shot out to grab Sephiroth's arm. His grip firm, and there was strength behind it, tempting Sephiroth to cease his hold.

"Violence isn't necessary."

For once, in a long time, Darres held a stern expression from his default calm exterior. This alone would never make Darres hate Sephiroth, but he would never stand for letting this happen whether Ishtar warranted such behavior or not.

Do you really...hate it that much, to be cared for?

Just who does she think she is? Sephiroth's grip tightened on Ishtar's throat as she spoke, squeezing that last word out of her just as another hand shot out of somewhere behind him to grip around his arm. Powerful muscle flexed underneath Darres' grip, as green eyes lit up with further aggravation, and then narrowed once turned to the owner of the offending hand; Sephiroth did not like being touched uninvited and so this served as a warning.

He would give Darres a chance to step back and stay out of his business, without reacting right away. His face contorted into a similarly stern expression, to match Darres' own.

"You do not want to test me. Back off."

She wasn't the one taking it up the butt, so Ishtar's expression didn't change much. There was pain but there was also that look in her eyes that she always gave, defiant, and stubborn.

She reached up to grab his arm that was pinning her to the wall, trying to at least loosen the damn grip on her neck. She needed air and things were starting to spin really quickly. It was stupid question. Why did he have to get all angry about it? It was true right? She didn't understand him at all but she was trying to.

When Darres' arm came up to stop Sephiroth, Ishtar gave him a shocked look, "D-Darres."

Edited 2013-10-28 23:31 (UTC)

Darres was taken back at the other's retort. He truly did not want to provoke the already challenged individual Ishtar kept harassing, however, he was incapable of letting this continue. The conflict between these options bothered him. Despite how much he was against this, Darres stood his ground.

"Let go."

It was a simple request, and he didn't even sound angry about it. His grip didn't tighten, nor did it loosen either. Unsure of whether that would earn a retaliation, he's just looking out for the princess.

Sephiroth's eyes remained on Darres. Though his grip intently still was around Ishtar's throat it did not get any tighter, it was already clear that he could snap her neck like a twig with half a second of a thought if she struggled- the arm underneath her grasping hand powerfully illustrated that fact. Willed her to stay still.

"You should both-"

His voice was held back, controlled and almost too calm-sounding as a result. Sephiroth turned his head back to Ishtar and quickly he then moved again. He pulled his arm out of Darres' grip and proceeded to throw his 'princess' directly at man with the other hand, Sephiroth put enough of a surge of power behind it to knock them over with.

He was left stood there, glaring into Darres' face, clearly unimpressed and ignoring Ishtar completely.

"Keep her away from me."

She's struggling trying to relieve that tense grip on her neck, somewhat thankful that he wasn't going any further than this. It was very clear, but she didn't know what else to do but faintly attempt to loosen his grip. Eventually, she knew that she didn't really have a choice in the matter, but stayed pinned there, trying to breathe after being slammed into the wall.

She didn't seem any determined than she was earlier when he stared back at her. When he threw her right at Darres, Ishtar was again watching herself be tossed roughly toward her husband and the coughing fits ensued.

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issues and birthday wishes!

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Floor 1 - tag Darres so he's someone to throw her at?

Floor 1 - I'll tag this and wait for Darres then :D

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