02 | text / action

[intelligently]

text.

Considering we're actually in a nice place we should make the most of it. I'm shopping. Since I don't have my best friend it'd be nice to have someone else to shop with.

[ She means it nicer than it sounds, it's just a Lydia thing. Shopping is definitely more fun with others ]

Anyone can come. I'll text you the shop.

[ And she actually means anyone. She won't deprive someone of shopping, she'll just deal with the 'no killing' if she has to ]

action.

[ And now that she's sent the invitation out Lydia gets back to the task at hand: black boots or brown boots?

She'd been looking at the clothes a few moments before, and judging by the handful of coat hangers she's carrying it has been going well. Obviously. But now she just needs shoes to go with it ]

Comments

[intelligently]

Minus being here, you're dead. Why not... rest or just do nothing here?

[tentacruelest]

This...this warden of mine. He has something that belongs t'me. He won't. He will not let it go.

[intelligently]

What does he have?

[tentacruelest]

My heart.

[intelligently]

How does he have your heart?

[tentacruelest]

When.

When I cut it out of me some years ago, I placed it...away. I did not. I did not think the Admiral would have had the audacity to bring it here, of all places..!