birthright_rpg | Lessons In Living

Sleep hadn’t come easy when she finally returned home at six in the morning. A lengthy patrol had seen that four of the undead returned to the earth as nothing more than ashes. Classes went by in a blur, her mind had been elsewhere, lunch had been skipped. Though she returned to her room to change, leave her books behind, then left again. Wandered, preoccupied, through shops. Picking up a few things of interest then off in search of something new to fill her mind. By the time she showed up outside Sabra’s door it was seven.

Bags sat at her feet so that she could knock while the other arm clutched several to her chest. The same routine had been needed at the desk, another month paid for. She either had to sell a few pieces of art or get a job soon. The prospect didn’t feel pleasant so she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Sabra, it’s me. Are you in?”

Valerie bent to pick the other bags up. They weren’t heavy to her, just awkward to manage all at once. A couple filled with clothes, others with books, one with toiletries, and one with food. At first it had been odd, bringing things to the woman, but over the weeks it gradually felt less peculiar. Perhaps slowly becoming a new normal, that only applied to the situation.

If she didn’t answer the blonde would have to walk back to her dorm with everything. The thought made her cringe and she sighed at the door.

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Unfortunately, the young Slayer's train of thought was derailed with a simplistic, "No." For she was not that insightful. Just happened to know when another of a high status had been sniffing around, proverbially or literally. Knew the what of it, not the who. "The stain has always been there... But some now how to wake it. Nurture it."

The proposition, however, caught Sabra's attention. Camping... If Valerie had a fraction of the idea of Sabra's true form, the mental image of sharing a campfire with it, like a school outing, would have been equal parts startling and amusing. Mostly the former, though. There was a reason she was not yet used to moving around in a human vehicle.

So, true to form, Sabra gave her answer in the most direct, forthright way: And stuffed Valerie's mouth with the uneaten remnants of what she had been passed. Telling her to shut up or just trying to make a point? Or was it more to do with experimentation? The way in which she attempted to get Valerie to chew, like a puppet, suggested it might have been.

"You already hunt. Their skulls turn to ashes... Nothing to take. Your victories are fleeting."

“The demon essence.” The very thing Sabra had picked up on when they’d first met. The stirring inside, the reaction it had obviously had around Beth had awoken it? Valerie didn’t panic even if she did realise that potentially, at the very worst, she was walking around with something positively volatile inside her. Entwined with her very being. Did that make her at war with herself, or with it? Too many questions ran through her mind. Inevitably she would need to talk to someone who hopefully knew about such things. If the Watcher really wanted to work together then this would be a great time for it.

Valerie had great patience at the best of times. She had used it with Sabra through quite a lot of awkward interactions. However none were so invasive as this and she felt her patience stretch to near breaking point when the demoness literally smothered her with a mixture of salad inside a bun and fries. Some of which weren’t so forgiving as they were forced past her lips to stick into her gums. Which, coupled with the way the brunette tried to make her chew, only served to aggravate her further.

It was with a throaty sound of anger and a slap of hands as she took a step back that Valerie managed to resist the urge to push Sabra away. Instead turning to spit and cough the mixture into the empty bag with a shout of, “What the ffrraghh!”. Wilted lettuce stuck to her cheek, she had crumbs stuck up her nostril, the taste of blood on her lips as she wiped her face with the back of her right hand. “How would you like it if I did that to you?”

Valerie asked, grabbing her own burger to unwrap. No hesitation, no thought, just quick reflexes as she smooshed the whole thing against Sabra’s face in a ridiculously childish yet ultimately satisfying moment. Valerie didn’t care if she even got any in her mouth as she threw the remains into the bag with a sigh of, “Not so great, huh?”

For something which had a capacity to stretch its jaws into some obscene portrayal of spider crab, it was a potentially dangerous move. Sabra, though, didn't seem to know what to make of it, frowning, rearing head back with an expression of distaste, like an aggressive puppy being forced to play with a toy it did not want.

Snort.

Lowly mortal guides were not meant to do this. Not... Permitted.

"Are you trying to mate with me?"

She was wiping away the food from mouth, not at all grasping the lesson which had been attempted. Head quizzically tilting, as Sabra attempted to provide her own interpretation to the mystifying return of her own gesture. What Valerie had tried to force into her mouth, being casually thrown into a small pot with soil in it.

"It would be... Difficult."

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