Post by Amika on Sept 25, 2018 16:54:57 GMT -8
Monet Vargo:
was resting in a private spot very few knew about, sitting on a rock with her legs dipped into the water because it was allowing her knee to heal slowly. The way her form wavered it looked like she was a mirage. ~Amika, you owe me a conversation...~ she sent out to the demoness. Unfortunately she'd grown used to the woman's presence and aura, so reaching out to her mind would be possible though keeping up the conversation wouldn't be.
Amika:
was resting in the room she was staying in when Monet's words brushed upon her subconscious and made her open her eyes. ~Give me a minute.....I was resting.....~She took a moment to dress herself before finding Monet's location from where she sent that and shimmered into view. Her arms crossed just under her chest. Her tail moving softly. She still wasn't happy that she went behind her and told Baracus everything that happened when she got drunk with Mordred. It wasn't really her place to warn him of things. "Yes? You rang?" she tilted her head up softly to her, looking to the woman through her lashes.
Monet Vargo:
opened her eyes when the demoness appeared and frowned at her, the mask pulling at her face when she did. "Get comfortable, this might take a while," she began. "You clearly know what I did to you. I do hope you have an understanding of why as well. If normal methods of vengeance worked against you, perhaps I may have spared you by doing those instead. In all the time I've known you though, I know better that any threats or physical harm mean nothing to you. So I attacked you where it might hurt. You brought it on yourself, for breaking your word after I offered you my trust again."
Amika:
blinked "Breaking my word? You said not to harm him. I did nothing of the sort." she moved to sit down. "You know, you could have just come to me in the first place about your issues with what I do or not do. We're too old for this petty childish nonsense, dont you think?" she looked to her for a moment.(edited)
Monet Vargo:
shook her head softly, trailing her fingers in the water now. "That was half, of what you agreed to, or do you have selective hearing as well? I also said do not come between us. You know as well as I do our history, and you know exactly what you were doing, so do not play dumb. Some might think you're stupid, but to your credit I actually think you're quite clever. Besides, it wasn't your place to touch him anyway... first off, he doesn't belong to you, he belongs to me. Our relationship has been made clear. So don't touch what isn't yours to touch... it shouldn't have to be spelled out for you. If I offered you my trust again, why in any way shape or form did that make you think it was okay to flirt with him? And do not think you can hide behind alcohol either... again, I watched many a day where you two drank together, and even partook with you myself."
Amika:
laughed "I didn't come inbetween you. I told him that I wouldn't do that. Touching or kissing isn't going to put me inbetween you and him. You will ALWAYS come first with him. I know that.." She huffed softly. Her tail moving. "He's a grown man, if he touches he touches. But I wont sleep with him. Not unless we ALL sleep together.." she looked to Monet. "You know well that I always flirt. Its just who I am. I am sorry if I made you jealous but he's my friend too." She took a breath trying to calm herself. Yelling and getting pissy isn't going to help anybody. "Here....." she dug into a pocket, producing a blue vial. "This is an unsolvant of my own creation. This will help remove the rest of the mask adhered to your face. Just....try not to get it in your eyes...I'm not sure of what would happen but I can guess it wont be good. Maybe irritating..." she tried to offer it. "I spent nearly all night working on this."
Monet Vargo:
formed a bubble around the vial and allowed it to float across the water to her, examining it and nodding, slipping it down into her leather pouch. "Thanks for the effort," she offered. "As for your excuses... they don't suffice. There are plenty of meat creatures in this world for you to touch. And yes, he touched you too... he can do as he pleases. Your the one that should be utilizing the boundries; he wont touch you unless you invite him to. If you're truly his friend, stop putting him in positions that make him have to fight with me. I might come first to him, but I also know his ambition and nature. Hell, if I asked him to... he'd kill you with his own hands. Do you know why I don't just have him do that though? Because it would please you, and it would hurt him. There's no benefit to me in that." She sighed. "If your word means nothing, how am I supposed to trust you or work with you?"(edited)
Amika:
sighed "I know they dont suffice." she looked to the water. "Perhaps talking about boundries would have happened before the liquor...these past few days have been hell." her eyes grew distant then. Growing back to the hollowness that Monet saw earlier at the Temple. "No more...But...next time...if there is a next time..Come to me first if you have issues. Now because of you, I wont be seeing my daughter anytime soon."
Monet Vargo:
refrained from the smirk that tempted her hearing that. "You can blame me but... he would have found out one way or another. I simply helped it along quicker. And talking to you doesn't do much good, does it? You proved that to me that night. You don't listen, and you do as you please. Roark doesn't wish to see you anymore either." She waited for Amika's reaction to that before she would continue. "You dug your own grave in these things, but you can blame me if you wish. I wont speak on the status of your daughter, but you might still have a chance with Roark... if I help. Will I? That depends on you." she watched the demoness. "A final warning, whether you listen or not. I always know what Mordred says or does, if I wish it. He and I cannot hide things from one another, if the other chooses otherwise."
Amika:
looked to her with a hollow look. "Yes, he would have known eventually but I assumed it would be from my own lips, not on the mouths of others. Gossip isn't your strong suite, Monet." she looked away.(edited)
Monet Vargo:
tilted her head with a dark smile then, "Isn't it?"
Amika:
looked to her and chuckled darkly "Perhaps...."
Monet Vargo:
nodded. "I don't reveal my hand often. I work more subtly than my brother, and I rarely lie. You have seen a taste of what I'm capable of now. You have enough enemies; maybe you should start working harder on keeping potential allies instead. Hm?"
Amika:
swayed her tail lightly to her left "I am trying." her emerald hues looked to her. "I still say you're beautiful. That wasn't a lie." she curled her legs up to rest her arms around them.
Monet Vargo:
felt her stomach turn, but she was trying to play nice so she held back the grimace. "Insulting considering my condition," she said instead of thanking her for an attempted compliment. "In your own way though, I know that is your attempt at... truce. Anything else you'd like to get off your mind, while we are talking civilly?"
Amika:
chuckled softly at her words about her complement. "Not that I'm aware of..." her voice had gone blank again. Like she was distancing herself. She rested her head upon her legs as she looked to the water.
Monet Vargo:
shrugged. "Thank you for being a friend to Mordred. He needs it. Few of us know that part of him. Even if I hate you for what you've done to me, and to him, you at least gave him good moments too. He could have any woman he wants. That doesn't act the same as friendship though; loyalty is important and in short supply. You aren't known for being loyal, so... be a friend instead. One day, I'll become a Queen in hell, and I'll remember who stayed loyal to us."
Amika:
swayed her tail "I'm a demon, Monet. Demon's aren't really known for it.....Besides, he wanted to got to Hell. So I took him there. But....thats all done...in the past.
Monet Vargo:
stood and walked across the water, not feeling the pressure on her injured knee that way as the mist supported her. "I've known some very loyal demons; its personal choice. And yes, I'm aware. I doubt either of us will be alive on this plain much longer though, hm? So lets leave the backstabbing for Hell from now on," and with that, Monet vanished, the water coming to a peaceful glassy rest.
Amika:
nodded softly as she just lingered there. She did have to admit, this place was nice.
