CLOSED ♔ this mirror holds my eyes too bright

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ lovers eyes - mumford and son

WHO || Myri, "Finnick" [Closed]
WHAT || En route to the castle, Myri is stopped by a familiar face...
WHERE || The Chicago-O'Hare Airport
WHEN || Immediately after this
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.


[ The Chicago O'Hare Airport is bustling as usual when Myri arrives. They haven't often had to use completely public transportation but since she's going on her own, it'd be silly to fly privately. However, that means Amaranth is going to have to fly cooped up... ]

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[behindcloseddoors]

[ his eyes drop, as he exhales a breath ] I do. But I guess it was easier just to push you away than to deal with really looking at what I've been doing.

[witchwoman]

And... now? Did you just want to say that before I..? [She glances behind her, back in the direction of her gate.]

[behindcloseddoors]

I-- [ he does step forward now, and there's more life in his eyes than myri has seen there in months. ] I want you to stay, Myri. For me. Even if it's probably the last thing I deserve, after what I've put you through. But it wasn't until I saw just how far I'd pushed you that it really sank in.

You were right. I don't have to let this just... be the way things always are, for the rest of my life. I can try to make it better, but I can't do it without you.

You've always been the thing that makes me better. At some point, I just... decided not to let you, anymore.

[witchwoman]

[Blinded by how badly she has hoped that this day would come, she believes him with her whole heart (sense motive crit fail). Tears shine in her eyes and she edges forward a step to close the distance between them.]

I'm sorry if I made it more difficult. I love you so much, Finnick. I never meant to... [She trails off and looks down, afraid of not being able to hold onto her emotions any longer.] It's been so painful, but maybe... [She pulls her gaze back up to him.] Maybe I could find the strength to go back if we did it... together.

[behindcloseddoors]

If it's too much for you, being around all of them, we'll go someplace else. Together. But I think it's worth trying to make this work here first.

I love you too much to just let this slip away.

[witchwoman]

No, I... [But she stops and can't keep pretending like she doesn't need a break from the mission.] Could we maybe? Just for a few days. Someplace warm, maybe near the ocean? I know how much you love the water. Oh... we'll need to get Amaranth. They made me put him in a crate to travel with the luggage. [She's a little flustered, caught up in the whirlwind of this amazing turn of events.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ his answering smile is so relieved as to look almost pained as if he's trying not to cry himself. he moves forward finally, reaching up to brush her cheek with his palm ]

That sounds perfect.

In fact, you know what? I say we go right now.

[witchwoman]

[She can't help but lean into her touch, eyes closing briefly. Looking up at him, she just gives the slightest nod.]

I'd like that.

[behindcloseddoors]

Me too. I've got just the place in mind, too. [ he lowers his hand to hers, knotting his fingers there ] Come on. Let's get out of here.

[witchwoman]

[She takes his hand without question and nods, but glances back towards where the bags were sent to be checked.]

My bag. And Amaranth. We need to get them before we go. [Just the two of them and her familiar? It would be perfect.]

[behindcloseddoors]

Right. Well, uh. Confession? [ he looks down, sheepish ] I sort of... parked right on the curb outside and ran past some security guards telling me to move. There's plenty of time before your flight [ he glances up at the board ], so why don't we go move it, and then I'll come right back here and get him?

[witchwoman]

[She still cannot help but believe him, cannot imagine that anything is out of the ordinary. Finnick doesn't exactly make the most well thought out plans of action (sense motive 11).]

Oh, well... Yes, we should probably take care of that. The last thing we need is some explosion in the newspaper about all this. [It's said with a smile. This almost feels normal. This feels like all she was hoping for. Before she turns to head out with him, she steps closer to press a kiss to his cheek.]

I love you. [Her hand squeezes his.] Let's go.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a hopeful smile tugs at his lips ] I love you too. [ and with that he takes her hand and leads her out of the terminal, out a side exit. ] It'll be faster this way.

[witchwoman]

[She nods and follows his lead because even when she's more used to the modern world, she just assumes that other people know more than she would. And it's Finnick. She trusts him so completely.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ ♬ break your plans - the fray

he pauses on the sidewalk outside abruptly, saying: ] Wait. [ and digging in his jacket pocket, turning her so that she's facing him, back to the road. ] I almost forgot. [ he takes out a solid gold bracelet and unlatches it, looking at her hopefully ] I got it for you before... everything happened, and I've just been carrying it around. Will you wear it?

[witchwoman]

[She turns to face him, a little confused, since he was so insistent on leaving before.]

Oh... you didn't have to... [But she holds out her right wrist all the same. It's very nice- simple, which is more of what she likes. She can't help the blush that creeps into her cheeks.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he smiles and hooks it around her wrist, giving her exactly this look... and then he snaps it closed.

and her entire body goes numb, effectively under a hold person spell. a wicked gleam comes into "finnick"s eyes as he looks her over, hands still on the clasp. ]

Oh, but I did.

[witchwoman]

[She freezes- actually freezes in place when the bracelet snaps closed. Panic sets in immediately, because not being able to move is an incredibly terrifying experience.]

I don't... understand... [Her lips move with extreme difficulty, voice forced out with the most her strength has to offer.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the white van rolls up right on cue, back doors thrown open. ] Well, then, let me spell it out for you. [ he leans way in, accentuating his words. ] Your lover boy isn't coming for you. But even if he does...

[ right before her eyes he morphs... and it's as if he's looking in a mirror. ]



He'll never realize you're gone. [ men come up behind her, grabbing her arms ]

[witchwoman]

No... [The word is so quiet and the only one that she can manage as she watches the shift. She can't stop them when they grab her, can't move at all. Finnick hadn't come for her. And now she'd possibly never see him again, never see any of them again.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ mirrorlandel watches with a villainous smirk as myri is dragged into the back of the van, the doors slammed shut on her. moments later, the vehicle starts up and she's left with one guard, a gun trained on her. ]

[witchwoman]

[Wow how is that gun even necessary. She is frozen and just a tiny cleric. It's so difficult to speak and she assumes they won't tell her anything anyway.]

[bonquas]

[ the ride lasts some time in bumpy silence, before finally it slows to a halt. after a few moments, the back doors are opened, and a familiar woman steps up to the back of the truck, leaning her elbows on it as she looks up as myri with a smirk ]

Excellent work. We're really going to have to tip Kyp for this one.

Hello, Myrilandel. Do you know who I am?

[witchwoman]

[She would nod if she... could. But she can't so she just stares ahead, frozen. After a few seconds of internal struggling, she manages to get a word out.]

NOVA...

[bonquas]

[ she gives a tight smile ] Yes, NOVA. Although I think you know fully well by now that NOVA has little to do with anything. But it's convenient.

Unlike you. You've been very, very inconvenient indeed.