[ much as she tries to give him a wide berth, and as easy a task as that typically is given the floors of separation between their rooms, it's inevitable that there are times Rudbeckia and Felix cross paths within the Han Sooyoung Corporation apartment complex. she always greets him, and never lingers to chat—not running from him, but operating under the assumption that he'll only be irritated by any attempt at small talk from her. it is, overall, an uneventful acquaintanceship.
that doesn't mean she wanted to run into him tonight, of all people it could have been. a familiar sense of unease had crept up on her a few hours earlier, and she's glad that she had decided at the time to alert Yoo Joonghyuk that she wouldn't be at dinner, because sure enough—soon after, she was curled up in bed and biting through her sheets from the pain. it doesn't make any sense that she's still sick, even here. aren't they supposed to be dead? what, didn't she suffer enough when she was alive?
all she wants is to slip down to the kitchens while everyone else is eating, grab whatever food she thinks she might be able to swallow, and hide in her room until she has to endure it like normal tomorrow. it just so happens that Felix is here. at least, she thinks, in a light-headed daze: at least this is maybe the one person in the building who won't want to spend any time talking. if all goes well, she'll be able to walk right out without any unnecessary complications. ]
Buona serata, Don Fraldarius. [ it's important to stay in character even now, and she's done this enough times that she's certain there shouldn't be anything noticeably off. maybe she's a little pale, her smile more wan. nothing Felix would care about, surely. ] It's good to see you as always.
[ why does it hurts so fucking badly this time. she's gripping the edge of the counter white-knuckled, and it feels like she should be clawing gouges in it with how much pain she's in. her temperature seems to spike, then plummet; every inch of her skin is being stabbed with sharp-tipped needles; her vision swims, her head throbs, her stomach turns.
「 DECEMBER 」STYGIA, SERENE • FELIX
that doesn't mean she wanted to run into him tonight, of all people it could have been. a familiar sense of unease had crept up on her a few hours earlier, and she's glad that she had decided at the time to alert Yoo Joonghyuk that she wouldn't be at dinner, because sure enough—soon after, she was curled up in bed and biting through her sheets from the pain. it doesn't make any sense that she's still sick, even here. aren't they supposed to be dead? what, didn't she suffer enough when she was alive?
all she wants is to slip down to the kitchens while everyone else is eating, grab whatever food she thinks she might be able to swallow, and hide in her room until she has to endure it like normal tomorrow. it just so happens that Felix is here. at least, she thinks, in a light-headed daze: at least this is maybe the one person in the building who won't want to spend any time talking. if all goes well, she'll be able to walk right out without any unnecessary complications. ]
Buona serata, Don Fraldarius. [ it's important to stay in character even now, and she's done this enough times that she's certain there shouldn't be anything noticeably off. maybe she's a little pale, her smile more wan. nothing Felix would care about, surely. ] It's good to see you as always.
[ why does it hurts so fucking badly this time. she's gripping the edge of the counter white-knuckled, and it feels like she should be clawing gouges in it with how much pain she's in. her temperature seems to spike, then plummet; every inch of her skin is being stabbed with sharp-tipped needles; her vision swims, her head throbs, her stomach turns.
Ruby's smile does not falter. ]