The ball of hatred squirming in her gut were like red hot tentacles that writhed and squirmed like a bitch in heat on an Ul'dah summer day. It was such a strange feeling for Lili to have to deal with. All of her life she had little to fear or to hate save for the Garleans, whom she believed took Ghislan from her. But even then...there was no comparison.
None.
"Mama, take a deep breath."
The blonde had forgotten for a moment that she was talking with Khavan via her linkpearl. Hells, she even had forgotten that she was curled up in a little ball in her comfy little red chair in the meeting room. Blanket around her legs and a mug of hot tea cradled between her thighs. At her son's behest, she took a deep breath in. Held. Slooowwwlllyyyy exhaled...
Spoke. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"I know," responded her eldest calmly. "I want to kill him too."
"I want to hold Locke to his word to hold Zaiaku Kurai down like a rabid animal. I don't think I would be satisfied with just slicing his throat. I want to take a little tiny baby spoon like what I use to feed Mikh'a with and little by little dig into the nail bed, using his blood as lubrication as I spoon out all twenty of his nails before I-"
"By fucking Menphina, ma, calm your tits."
"No! I will not calm my tits. I'm not going to be satisfied until I'm spreading him around Ul'dah in pieces. See if that will teach the denizens of that mangy fucking city to mess with a five year old child." By the end of it, Lili was breathing heavily. Leaning as far back into her chair as possible as if to hide from herself and the aggression that was making her feel liberated as well as sick to her stomach. On the other end, Khavan sat in silence. He didn't know what to tell her, so he tried to be soothing.
"We're going to find him. And if nothing else if you go through the motions-"
"Of what? This fake wedding? Have you ever heard of a kidnapper using MARRIAGE as part of hostage negotiations? 'You can have your son back, but first I want your hand in marriage for your body and that rather large house you got there!' " She mimicked the male's voice but with much squeakier undertones. Then shuddered, though flinched as some of her hot tea splashed against her thigh. She cupped it between her hands and blew on the contents as Khavan's voice flickered through the connection again.
"The Society is looking for him and keeping an eye out. It's likely it won't even need to come to that, ma. Besides, dad is around, yeah? He won't let anything happen to you." Of this he sounded most sure.
Lili's shoulders sagged. "He's just a baby..." Her animosity trailed off into a rather pathetic whimper.
On his end, the eldest Altair child let out a deep breath. Good. At least she wasn't getting crazily graphic with the torture scenarios going through her mind.
"Just sit tight and wait for word from Ado or Zaiaku on the linkpearl again. You're one of the only leads anyone has right now. I have to go look myself out in Gridania. Maybe they're closer then we think. Sit tight, and I love you."
As the connection died, Lili was left sitting there expressionless. An angry mother staring fixedly at her mug with no where to place her anger.
Except at herself.
None.
"Mama, take a deep breath."
The blonde had forgotten for a moment that she was talking with Khavan via her linkpearl. Hells, she even had forgotten that she was curled up in a little ball in her comfy little red chair in the meeting room. Blanket around her legs and a mug of hot tea cradled between her thighs. At her son's behest, she took a deep breath in. Held. Slooowwwlllyyyy exhaled...
Spoke. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"I know," responded her eldest calmly. "I want to kill him too."
"I want to hold Locke to his word to hold Zaiaku Kurai down like a rabid animal. I don't think I would be satisfied with just slicing his throat. I want to take a little tiny baby spoon like what I use to feed Mikh'a with and little by little dig into the nail bed, using his blood as lubrication as I spoon out all twenty of his nails before I-"
"By fucking Menphina, ma, calm your tits."
"No! I will not calm my tits. I'm not going to be satisfied until I'm spreading him around Ul'dah in pieces. See if that will teach the denizens of that mangy fucking city to mess with a five year old child." By the end of it, Lili was breathing heavily. Leaning as far back into her chair as possible as if to hide from herself and the aggression that was making her feel liberated as well as sick to her stomach. On the other end, Khavan sat in silence. He didn't know what to tell her, so he tried to be soothing.
"We're going to find him. And if nothing else if you go through the motions-"
"Of what? This fake wedding? Have you ever heard of a kidnapper using MARRIAGE as part of hostage negotiations? 'You can have your son back, but first I want your hand in marriage for your body and that rather large house you got there!' " She mimicked the male's voice but with much squeakier undertones. Then shuddered, though flinched as some of her hot tea splashed against her thigh. She cupped it between her hands and blew on the contents as Khavan's voice flickered through the connection again.
"The Society is looking for him and keeping an eye out. It's likely it won't even need to come to that, ma. Besides, dad is around, yeah? He won't let anything happen to you." Of this he sounded most sure.
Lili's shoulders sagged. "He's just a baby..." Her animosity trailed off into a rather pathetic whimper.
On his end, the eldest Altair child let out a deep breath. Good. At least she wasn't getting crazily graphic with the torture scenarios going through her mind.
"Just sit tight and wait for word from Ado or Zaiaku on the linkpearl again. You're one of the only leads anyone has right now. I have to go look myself out in Gridania. Maybe they're closer then we think. Sit tight, and I love you."
As the connection died, Lili was left sitting there expressionless. An angry mother staring fixedly at her mug with no where to place her anger.
Except at herself.
