#8E1717
Reese stared at Eowyn in complete disbelief.
"Iddris... missing?" She repeated, the words hollow, no... nothing solid in them, nothing she could believe in. She didn't even think to complain about Eowyn calling her Euphemia. That defensive feeling, that desire to attack all but faded as she remembered being comforted by the shadow soaring over Emperia's walls. It was such a strange thing. Where most prey shied from the shadows of a winged predator, Emperians felt blessed to be in them. Iddris would never run in Emperia's moment of need. That means...
A violent image hit her. The great silver dragon being struck from the heavens against a backdrop of blood red skies. She had no way of knowing it were memory or imagination. She stepped back, horrified, a hand to her mouth and eyes shaking with fury within their sockets, ready to be launched with the fury Horus felt at humanity when he tore out his! Did everything have to...?! EVERYONE have to be taken a-!
A hand laid itself on her arm. Reese jerked to the pleading gaze of Artemisia.
"... comfort... compare pains... Banksy... family."
If there was ever a word that could break Reese into cold sweats, that was it. When Artemisia took her hand she looked downright disturbed. She snapped her hand back the moment it was released, regarding it suspiciously, as if the innocent Artemisia had laid a trap there, while Lucie blew up like she was prone to. How sad, the two of them were so destructive and yet so entirely different. Reese was fire and wanted everyone to burn with her. Lucie sought to stab through everyone's hearts and feelings with ice.
"In my defense, I didn't know I had PTSD until, like, yesterday, so, go figure," she muttered to herself with a flat expression when Lucie was through tormenting her. The other stuff she was saying - I mean, yeah, it checked out, but Reese still cared about her grades, here! Like she was gonna give up fixing her screwed up life in this world before jumping over to be a screw up in the other one! And like, that woman didn't even want to hear about heads...
Reese burned out. She leaned over to Artemisia as the others spoke and Lucie was reprimanded, catching her eye to state,
"Don't ever touch me again, you pretentious bitch."
She was about to storm out, done and dusted, but her brow twitched and she lurched back in for one final measure, "And it was Meredith Grey who said that, not Christina Yang! Or really, more like Peter Nowalk the How to Get Away with Murder Guy, he's the one who wrote the ep-... *inhale* ......nevermind." She sealed her mouth and gave Artemisia a proper dissuading mean-eyed glare before turning around and running up the stairs and out of there.
Up in the light, Reese really considered giving in to her old ways and pinching the silverware. Instead she took the pitchers of water and lemonade with her and went outside to sit on the porch.