Judith spits out the murky liquid in her flask, coughing wildly. “What?” She asks, in-between breaths. “What did you say? Sorry I–”
“Rēd is… whatever you want her to be.” Rēd trails off, not nervous, but quivering. In the entire time that Judith has known Rēd, she's never been anxious. Ever. Rēd was never good at having emotions in the first place, thanks to all the shit Rajendra had put her through, but even then; never nervous. The things she knew nothing about, the situations she'd be forced in, she wouldn't smile, or frown, or really do anything but accept it.
It's been four months since they've left Rajendra in the dust, Jael and Ram included. Judith didn't know what to do after becoming Ris (fully this time) and mutilating her own brother, and planned to run away just as she always had when things got tough. But Rēd found her, just before leaving.
Didn't say anything other than grip her wrist with her spindly fingers and look Judith in her venomously briar eyes. She didn't really have to say anything, Judith got the idea.
‘Take me with you.’
Judith spits on the ground and clears her throat. “I know that bitch did fucked up shit to you, okay?” Bad start, Rēd’s already shaking her head, red hair flying because of how adamant she is. It would be cute, if the effort wasn't wasted on an asshole.
“Commander is…”
“Rajendra is nothing. She has nothing to do with you anymore, I do!” She yells, just to immediately regret it. Christ, only Judith could get stuck with the most emotionlessly sensitive person she's ever met.
“...I don't want you to be a sword, or a dog, or something along those lines. I want you to be a person, whoever that is.” Judith grumbles. Rēd doesn't tremble anymore, but she's obviously trying to stop herself from cocking her head to the side like a mutt.
“But, Rēd’s life is yours.”
Judith idly swishes her flask, and takes a quick sip before offering it to Rēd. “Take a drink.”
She does.
“Take another.”
Rēd complies, but cringes as she does.
“If you don't like it, stop drinking it. If you wanna be my sword, just do it. If you think your life belongs to me,” Judith grabs the flask from Rēd and stuffs it in her hakama, “Then mine belongs to you, too. And I'd want you to take good care of me, got it?”
“Got it.”
“You wanna go find us a ride or should I do it?”
Rēd smiles, it's barely visible outside of a tooth sticking out. “Judith goes…?”
“Judith goes.” She affirms, and stands up. “If I was a carriage, where would I be?”
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Judith spits out the murky liquid in her flask, coughing wildly. “What?” She asks, in-between breaths. “What did you say? Sorry I–”
“Rēd is… whatever you want her to be.” Rēd trails off, not nervous, but quivering. In the entire time that Judith has known Rēd, she's never been anxious. Ever. Rēd was never good at having emotions in the first place, thanks to all the shit Rajendra had put her through, but even then; never nervous. The things she knew nothing about, the situations she'd be forced in, she wouldn't smile, or frown, or really do anything but accept it.
It's been four months since they've left Rajendra in the dust, Jael and Ram included. Judith didn't know what to do after becoming Ris (fully this time) and mutilating her own brother, and planned to run away just as she always had when things got tough. But Rēd found her, just before leaving.
Didn't say anything other than grip her wrist with her spindly fingers and look Judith in her venomously briar eyes. She didn't really have to say anything, Judith got the idea.
‘Take me with you.’
Judith spits on the ground and clears her throat. “I know that bitch did fucked up shit to you, okay?” Bad start, Rēd’s already shaking her head, red hair flying because of how adamant she is. It would be cute, if the effort wasn't wasted on an asshole.
“Commander is…”
“Rajendra is nothing. She has nothing to do with you anymore, I do!” She yells, just to immediately regret it. Christ, only Judith could get stuck with the most emotionlessly sensitive person she's ever met.
“...I don't want you to be a sword, or a dog, or something along those lines. I want you to be a person, whoever that is.” Judith grumbles. Rēd doesn't tremble anymore, but she's obviously trying to stop herself from cocking her head to the side like a mutt.
“But, Rēd’s life is yours.”
Judith idly swishes her flask, and takes a quick sip before offering it to Rēd. “Take a drink.”
She does.
“Take another.”
Rēd complies, but cringes as she does.
“If you don't like it, stop drinking it. If you wanna be my sword, just do it. If you think your life belongs to me,” Judith grabs the flask from Rēd and stuffs it in her hakama, “Then mine belongs to you, too. And I'd want you to take good care of me, got it?”
“Got it.”
“You wanna go find us a ride or should I do it?”
Rēd smiles, it's barely visible outside of a tooth sticking out. “Judith goes…?”
“Judith goes.” She affirms, and stands up. “If I was a carriage, where would I be?”