The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Nox]

She barely notices Lux helping her to the waste bin, busy with her misery as she is. Merikos or not, however, she can't help but notice the scent of frying meat as she finishes. Or, more importantly perhaps, the low baritone coming from the cramped excuse for a kitchen. She can't understand the words, it's not catfolk or common, but it's slow and almost ponderous. Weighty and almost imposing, saved by the feeling of patience. The singer has a clear, hauntingly beautiful voice that fills the entire apartment despite the low volume, the soft sounds of cooking fitting into the melody.

[GamesMaster]

The... music? No -- it's thinner somehow, further away. A lasting effect? Did I damage my mind? Brianne groans, wiping her mouth with the back of one paw, and bats at the air with the other. "whatha?"

[Lux]

"Here," Lux says sympathetically, though also very firmly, as he presses a pottery mug to her lips. "All of it," he adds.

[GamesMaster]

She shudders, then takes the mug, draining it as rapidly as she can.

[Lux]

Strong tea heavy on the honey and with a faintly metallic aftertaste fills her mouth. Better than vomit at least. "How're you feeling?"

[GamesMaster]

"Nn," she manages, swallowing the last of the tea and struggling to keep it down. "music?" she asks, gesturing with a paw again as her ear flicks. 

[Lux]

"Sorry, he sings while he-- I'll tell him to stop," Lux murmurs, assuming the noise is hurting her head.

[GamesMaster]

"Real?" she urges. 

[Lux]

"Rea- You're awake, yes," Lux assures her gently.

[GamesMaster]

"Th' music. Is real?" 

[Lux]

"Yesss? It's Nox, he's singing. He does that while he's cooking."

[GamesMaster]

"Sounds... really good," she manages, shivering. "'mcold."

[Lux]

"Not surprising, given how thin your walls are," Lux mutters under his breath. "Come on, let's get you washed up so you can eat."

[GamesMaster]

She winces. "Mmph. Too cold to wash."

[Lux]

"Well, be glad you've a tiefling friend, Briar my Rose, for I can heat that up a pinch with naught but a mutters and a cross look."