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Sorry t'hear that,
[ since asking what on earth byerly means by soul is only gonna lead in a fucking circle ]
Seems you had a rough day.
[ since asking what on earth byerly means by soul is only gonna lead in a fucking circle ]
Seems you had a rough day.
Hardly know what you meant,
[ cedric admits. sets about unscrewing the ink, caught between the fingers of his off hand. it is shortly apparent that he doesn't have an off hand. ]
And if y'want to explain, I'm here. Otherwise, reckon we both got work to do.
[ cedric admits. sets about unscrewing the ink, caught between the fingers of his off hand. it is shortly apparent that he doesn't have an off hand. ]
And if y'want to explain, I'm here. Otherwise, reckon we both got work to do.
[ a puff of breath, a little more amused than any of this mess warrants, because — ]
Almost told you th'same. Figured you knew her better.
Almost told you th'same. Figured you knew her better.
(Gela nods, still stretched out. Slowly, she rocks back into place while Cedric picks at his gauntlet, her eyes going to the plate armour's dull shine — isn't it heavy to wear all of that and stand around in the heat? At least during his drills he was moving and not thinking about it — or so Gela presumes. She has only ever set foot in the yard at night, when nobody else is around to see her doing it.)
Most of it, (she admits. She has calmed down considerably from having initially said it but it has made more room for doubt.) I wasn't happy about what was being implied about Clarisse, but I—
Was it terrible? What I said to Byerly? Do you think he's angry with me?
Most of it, (she admits. She has calmed down considerably from having initially said it but it has made more room for doubt.) I wasn't happy about what was being implied about Clarisse, but I—
Was it terrible? What I said to Byerly? Do you think he's angry with me?
[ the flick of an image: someone's grandmother shouts, and his ears ring; and herian rots from the head, cool as day.
another: bone fractures under fist, drawn back again. again. it felt good to break gautier's jaw. his nose. felt good to force his teeth in the dirt. for a moment, it even felt good when they pulled him off swinging —
it was a short moment. still tastes like shame. he's doing fine with the lyrium, and men who beat the shit out of their colleagues, they don't get to stay on it. ]
I doubt you met many Templars.
[ he smears a hand of sweat onto the back of his sleeve. better it not stain the page. ]
another: bone fractures under fist, drawn back again. again. it felt good to break gautier's jaw. his nose. felt good to force his teeth in the dirt. for a moment, it even felt good when they pulled him off swinging —
it was a short moment. still tastes like shame. he's doing fine with the lyrium, and men who beat the shit out of their colleagues, they don't get to stay on it. ]
I doubt you met many Templars.
[ he smears a hand of sweat onto the back of his sleeve. better it not stain the page. ]
Edited (realized masks imply...the face) 2024-07-18 01:44 (UTC)
We're inventing a Rifter,
[ so apparently there are limits. he dips the pen to begin. ]
Was it disagreeing with you what pissed you off, or caring why you were upset?
[ so apparently there are limits. he dips the pen to begin. ]
Was it disagreeing with you what pissed you off, or caring why you were upset?
Oh, I cannot possibly imagine that you cared whether or not I was upset. I do imagine that you cared about whether or not I perceived you as caring.
[ The cigarette having been rolled, he now offers it to Cedric. ]
Tevinter, that name, isn't it? Carsus?
[ The cigarette having been rolled, he now offers it to Cedric. ]
Tevinter, that name, isn't it? Carsus?
[ chalk that one down for caring. a tip of the pen: no thank you, he doesn't smoke. ]
'S Tevene. We left back in Blessed, no one's got dates.
'S Tevene. We left back in Blessed, no one's got dates.
Yeah, I know.
[ she's twenty, and sad, and stuck with them all the same. doesn't need to worry for folks talking 'round her back. that maybe gwen didn't, either — ]
How you doing today? Try those fancy cigarettes?
[ she's twenty, and sad, and stuck with them all the same. doesn't need to worry for folks talking 'round her back. that maybe gwen didn't, either — ]
How you doing today? Try those fancy cigarettes?
( there are ways she's been protected, and ways she hasn't; that she can offer what it haunts her not to have had, that's not nothing. )
Offered to share mine, though not in office hours, considering.
( it's rare for her to smoke tobacco and not, you know, elfroot. truly, a different vibe. )
I'd other— well, Loxley told me to get a second opinion on the morality of having every piece of paper in the fortress with 'Thranduil Baudin' written on it burned.
Offered to share mine, though not in office hours, considering.
( it's rare for her to smoke tobacco and not, you know, elfroot. truly, a different vibe. )
I'd other— well, Loxley told me to get a second opinion on the morality of having every piece of paper in the fortress with 'Thranduil Baudin' written on it burned.
[ a puff of breath. not amused, really, some greyer cousin. did he get shit? ]
'S not a secret, [ chantry's built on paperwork. ] But I prefer Cedric. Since the March.
'S not a secret, [ chantry's built on paperwork. ] But I prefer Cedric. Since the March.
It wasn't terrible,
[ A separate question from the rest. Yeah, he thinks, Byerly's probably angry; and that could spell trouble. Only here and now — he's pretty sure it won't. Man doesn't seem big on action. ]
And I'm glad you said it. Reckon Clarisse'd be, too. You came in with some good ideas, and you stood up for them. That's all.
[ hesitation. he's talked enough blind shit today, already hurt one friend for it. better to know what he's saying: ]
What's Byerly mean t'you? You two close?
[ A separate question from the rest. Yeah, he thinks, Byerly's probably angry; and that could spell trouble. Only here and now — he's pretty sure it won't. Man doesn't seem big on action. ]
And I'm glad you said it. Reckon Clarisse'd be, too. You came in with some good ideas, and you stood up for them. That's all.
[ hesitation. he's talked enough blind shit today, already hurt one friend for it. better to know what he's saying: ]
What's Byerly mean t'you? You two close?
What's it for fighting Tevinter sees me drop a Vint name?
[ slow, steady, in the faint tones of: you're not a fucking idiot. he's writing now. (this copy elides the doodles at slate-edge) ]
[ slow, steady, in the faint tones of: you're not a fucking idiot. he's writing now. (this copy elides the doodles at slate-edge) ]
[ An arched eyebrow. ]
Mm. The war didn’t start with the March, after all. And even if it had - I truly can’t imagine why it is that the act of setting Tevinter’s fields aflame led you to disavow your name. It would be akin to beating the shit out of a dwarf and then throwing away your fine dwarven sword as a result. No logic.
Mm. The war didn’t start with the March, after all. And even if it had - I truly can’t imagine why it is that the act of setting Tevinter’s fields aflame led you to disavow your name. It would be akin to beating the shit out of a dwarf and then throwing away your fine dwarven sword as a result. No logic.
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