TP - LILIA

[impacter]

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[impacter]

[Wow! It's Solomon!!!!

His pace is stuttered and breathing tense, and even as covered as he is it's hard to miss that his lip is split and that multiple parts of his face and neck are starting to blossom with bruising.

He doesn't even notice Lilia at first as he drops from the stairwells into the hall for the grand theatre, a tired attempt to try and take a look over the seats and stage. Looking, observing, and not really finding anyone of note, before turning himself around and--

--oh.]

...Lilia?

Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come up. Was something the matter?

[liliaofthevalley]

[Goodness.]

I'll say. What in the world happened to you?

[He'll pick up the pace, and because the trial did not involve all that much physical exertion on his part, he's able to come along quite quickly to examine Solomon from close up.]

[impacter]

Oh, this...? [His laugh is weak.] An unfortunate disagreement, that's all. Ah, though I guess it's... probably starting to look a little colorful right now, isn't it?

[He raises one of his hands to his left temple where the color is already the most vibrant, immediately wincing at the touch.]

[liliaofthevalley]

Did you get into a fight with Nishi?

[Just throwing that guess out there as he examines the wounds.]

You're a mess. Let's at least find you someplace to rest.

[impacter]

Danya? Ah, who's to say. [He shrugs.] I didn't have very many friendly faces cast my way after today, did I?

[He'll lean down to let them fuss, but he doesn't look like he's about to be led.]

Will you force me, if I say no?

[liliaofthevalley]

Are you in any shape to resist?

[He'll reach to grab Solomon by the collar, dragging him down further with a firm, surprisingly strong grip.]

[impacter]

[ow ow OW OW OW...

With Solomon's collar pulled into his fist, it's easier to see the long stretches of purple on his neck right at his throat.

His hands immediately go up in fake surrender.]

Wh-whoa, whoa -- ggh -- please, Lilia, do you have to be so forceful? O-ow...

[liliaofthevalley]

[He sees that indeed. With a scoff, he'll release Solomon.]

Then don't test me.

[impacter]

[im a dumbass and forgot the rest whoops

Besides the neck wounds: his lower lip is split, and there's bruising from multiple angles along his jaw, temple, nose and the underside of his face. Whatever blood there was has long since dried and been wiped off.]

Temper, please...

If you really were so insistent, you could have just asked.

[No he is not trying to divert this so he can go by himself later what are you talking about]

[liliaofthevalley]

Oh, worry not. I am nowhere near angry - for the moment. But if you do not walk with me to a place to rest, I will carry you if I must.

[But hey, maybe Solomon would find it fun to get physically dragged around by a 5'2" man.]

ok now that we have completed that other pc: hello

[impacter]

That... that really won't be necessary.

[Oddly clipped.

Maybe he can find a direction to get past him. Or to run. Would he need to run? CAN he run right now? Hm. It's tempting.]

why hello there :3c

[liliaofthevalley]

[He can certainly try! Lilia doesn't appear all that guarded at the moment.]

Then go on.

Walk.

[impacter]

[His eyes dart to the theatre. The urge to make chase rises, like prey under a predator's eyes.

But he turns, instead, back to the stairwell. Hands still up in mock surrender, though the gesture grows weaker the longer he holds it.]

Don't get any ideas.

[liliaofthevalley]

As long as you keep moving, there won't be any need to.

[Because naturally he's following closely behind all the while.]

For someone so insistent I survive, you don't seem to be interested in taking care of yourself. Should I take that to mean you have no intention of safeguarding my memory?

[impacter]

[He locks up subtly at the mention of the memory, like nails on a chalkboard.]

Don't make such assumptions.

It's not as though I intended for this to happen.

[liliaofthevalley]

Then what, exactly, happened?

[impacter]

A disagreement.

I wouldn't be able to tell you what it was about even if I tried, so do not ask.

[liliaofthevalley]

Because of the magic of this place, or because you don't want to?

[impacter]

Neither. [His tone is starting to fall cold, even as he keeps leading them down the stairs. Oh how he wants to run, he wants to run, he wants to run, he HATES that he wants to run...]

I can't tell you something I don't know.

[liliaofthevalley]

-?

What do you mean?

[impacter]

They didn't tell me why they attacked me, is what I mean.

Called me all sorts of things, yes. Insisted I was playing dumb. But they'd made up their mind on exactly what they wanted of me, so nothing I said would have mattered.

...

It's hardly the first time I've had stones thrown. I'll survive.

[liliaofthevalley]

...

That's all?

[He almost feels let down...]

[impacter]

Yes. That's all.

[Let him wallow a little, very very far away from Lilia.]

[liliaofthevalley]

Am I going to have to start personally guarding you to keep you in tact?

[impacter]

No. [Immediate.]

I'm not some fragile thing to be protected.