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She was dragging her paws as she passed through the mansion. She was glad for this small allowance, even though she knew realistically she shouldn't resign herself to this. If it was any living cat, perhaps she would protest to the endless limits and control, but she wasn't faced with issues that simple. At least she learned some things from her unwanted 'companions'. Like how to guard her thoughts against her constant mental intruders. When her gaze finally lifted from her paws, she muttered aloud, "Wonder what poor sap I'll have to deal with today." She wanted to flinch away from the words she herself spoke, but she knew it, along with the twisted thoughts she forced to the front of her mind, would placate Corvus. Enough for her to be free to seek the sort of cats she actually wanted to deal with. At least Raven was far more lenient as of late. That concerned her, but she was determined to make the most of it regardless. Her paws almost automatically led her to the foreign affairs' floor, mismatched eyes skimming over the cats she passed. Normally she wouldn't bother seeking out a Proxy if she could help it - not only did she want as much distance as possible between her and that role, but most of the Proxies unnerved her for one reason or another - but for now she thought she could make an exception. Eshek always seemed nice enough, short of her tendency to enjoy torturing cats, and perhaps she would be willing to humor her in shirking her duties. Not that Corvus was aware of that idea. Only that she was searching for a cat will-versed in the art of torture.
She tried to ignore the half-suspicious, half-morbidly-curious look she got when asking a passing hunter of the she-cat's whereabouts - it wasn't easy with Corvus complaining about her efforts to make her respected being wasted so much on a Resident as opposed to a Proxy - and she only gave a brief nod, ignoring the unspoken question if why she was looking for the Proxy as she walked in the vague direction she was given. Hopefully she'd find her soon. She wasn't sure how long Raven would play along with her avoiding her duties, certain it had only lasted this long due to her and Raven's shared dislike of Corvus.
Eshek was lounging on her back atop the windowsill of her suite, the skull of a poor, unfortunate cat clattering away on her paw. The world beyond the window was ghostly and unnervingly quiet, just the occasional crow of a crow and the pale, watery sunlight washing over her room in a column, leaving the edges in brownish shadow. No breeze to stir the dying leaves, no screams or shouting or cheering or laughing. Just quiet. She hummed to herself to fill the silence, some big brass jazz number she’d heard once in the city, bouncing the skull on her paw and watching the jaws clack together with a little smile. It was the skull of her first ever official victim back when she was a torturer, kept safe throughout the moons; she was getting so sentimental now that her due date was approaching.
Her door creaking made her look up. “Corax!” she purred delightedly, sitting up with the skull still on her paw and a big grin on her face. “My favourite little recluse. How’s it goin’, cutie-pie?” Truth be told, she hardly knew the other she-cat at all – not nearly as well as she would have liked. Anyone else, she might have been annoyed that they’d just marched right into her private room without asking permission, but she could never be angry with a girl. “Here, meet Fud.” She gazed lovingly at the skull, gently touching its cheekbone with her other paw. “First cat I ever killed. Well, was ever told to kill. Well…” She trailed off, still smiling. After a moment, she glanced back at Corax with a purr. “Sorry, I’m feelin’ all mushy lately. Can I help with anything? Need me to break anyone’s legs?”
At first, when she stepped through the door, she paused at the sight of the skull in Eshek's paws. Fortunately it was easy to disassociate it from a real cat, with it being so old to be reduced to only bone. She had grown skilled at that, separating the living from those already dead. She would've long ago gone mad otherwise, and that sanity was some of the precious little she still clung to as her own. Her ears turned back a little, embarrassed at the unexpectedly enthusiastic greeting she received. She only managed a couple pawsteps, assuming the greeting as license to do so, before she paused again, this time by further embarrassment. As affection-starved as she was, only close to cats that merely sought to use her, she didn't quite know how to take it at first. Eventually she just mumbled out, "Same old same old, I guess," with a small shrug.
She had kept her focus firmly on Eshek, trying to ignore the skull she seemed to be playing with? But she turned her attention as the other she-cat drew it there, trying to block out the name she gave. Names made it harder to deny it being once-living. She was glad that Eshek was quick to move on from the thing. She gave a soft laugh at Eshek's questions, only just keeping out the nervousness at how easily she offered to break someone's legs, before she replied, "No, no. Don't need any broken legs right now." She hesitated, trying to decide if she seemed likely to fulfill her relatively mundane request. Looking off to the side, she eventually added, "I was mostly just looking for someone to talk to, honestly." Another short laugh, this one with a hint of strain as it was forced out, before she said in a dead tone, almost automatically, "I don't get a lot of that between the screaming and begging."
Off to the side she could hear Corvus speak up in a voice thick with sarcasm. 'Pft, funny, kit. Let's just get this over with so we can get to your actual job.' The only sign she actually heard the dead Proxy was a quick glance in her direction before she focused back on Eshek. Fortunately, as Corvus realized, again, she had been deceived, she was far easier to keep out. Hopefully she'd never get as strong as Raven. Again her gaze wavered at the thought, towards the icy eyes hovering only a tail-length from Eshek, uncertain as always if she should be grateful or terrified of her inaction.
At Corax’s obvious embarrassment, Eshek’s heart softened; she set down the skull and watched her with a gentle gaze and a soft, understanding smile. Same old, same old, I guess. Eshek nodded in understanding, like she’d said a lot more like she really had; and, at her soft laugh at the offer of broken legs, Eshek gave a quiet little breath of laughter of her own, almost unconsciously, like she was so intent on making Corax feel comfortable that she was mimicking her, and offered another small smile.
At the harmless request — no attempt to garner favour, no bargaining, no ultimately self-serving question — Eshek drew back a little from where she’s been leaning in, tilting her head to the side. “Oh! Well!” I don’t get a lot of that between the screaming and the begging. She let out a shrill, bubbly laugh that ended in a snort. Corax was such an odd, sweet cat, so in need of someone’s protection, and she found herself adoring her even more than she already had, in a soft, genuine sort of way. “Yeah, this place’ll do that to ya, huh? Well, my love, you came to the right place.”
Each time Corax glanced away, Eshek leaned to the side, trying to retrieve her gaze while she was still speaking. Glancing again at the empty air when the other she-cat did, Eshek, never one to be thrown off by weird little habits, continued cheerfully, “so, whaddaya wanna talk about? D’you wanna just talk at me and I listen like the gorgeous and receptive audience I am; d’you wanna talk about something? Do you want me to talk? Anything you want, sweetpea. I’m the best there is at wastin’ time.” She smiled, wide and sharp, and patted the windowsill beside her. “Up, puppy. Sun’s too nice to waste.” Despite the command, her eyes were gentle and it was clear Corax could refuse if she didn’t feel comfortable.
