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"softly moaning in a ditch" aka ardbert ([personal profile] soulshard) wrote2021-08-13 12:37 pm

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[personal profile] recitations 2021-08-17 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't a debate; it's more a gathering of minds, an attempt to puzzle out whatever in the Fury's name is going on here. And yet he concedes, and the satisfaction is immeasurable. His smile is returned with one of her own, though this one is decidedly less fond and more smug. Vindicated. Good thing Ardbert's too kind to call her out on her pettiness ( hopefully ).

At least she manages to keep herself quiet through all of this, waiting for him to take the strawberry off of her. It's not supposed to be anything momentous, in the grand scheme of things, and yet the same time he reaches for it she finds herself holding her breath. Like it's her living through the experience for the first time in centuries, and not him. The realisation should annoy her more than it actually does, and instead her eyes are watching him carefully as he takes the first bite.

There's no quip here; just absolute silence as he chews, and swallows. She turns back around to reach for another one, popping it in her mouth. It's good. That's about all she can say, and yet her heart's hammering in her chest.

Eventually, once 10 seconds and an eternity have passed— ]
Not bad, hm?
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[personal profile] recitations 2021-08-17 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ She should continue to be nice. Let him have the moment. Clearly, the continued silence means that he is enjoying it; she shouldn't ruin it. Their silences have been amicable more often times than not, and this is no exception. She's happy to let the peace continue for as long as he needs it, because it's clear he does, and—

He makes a sound, and she follows right after. Except instead of a moan, it's a snort. Their peace has officially shattered, rest in pieces. ]


I didn't think it was that good, darling. [ Implications of a two hundred year purgatory or otherwise. ] It's also a good thing no one heard that. And that you weren't eating a sausage. [ Aria. ]
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[personal profile] recitations 2021-08-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Can he blame her for teasing? Surely not, after all of their conversations at the First. She laughs instead, eyes dancing as she watches him give up on eating for now. And yet just like how his exasperation is fond, her amusement is too. Like meeting an old friend, a brother, a—

She shrugs, instead. Nonchalance feels better here, instead of going down the rabbit hole ( it could be— it can't be. She won't allow it. Her jaw tenses ). ]


You're really not going to let me have a moment of peace here, are you? [ There's the exasperation, like the other side of a mirror. ] Alright, fine. Why bring you back, then? Emet-Selch was unorthodox, but he wasn't helpful. This is— [ a gesture to the table, the train car, ] this doesn't exactly seem like they want to stop us from doing anything, except leave.
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[personal profile] recitations 2021-08-23 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ While he speaks, she looks around ( but not before making a point to roll her eyes ). There's definitely a crowd gathered here now; a solid battalion's worth, if she had to guess. Many she's never seen before, large number of them hyurs. But — not all of them. But not all of them are things she'd ever have seen before, either. ]

Who knows? Someone bored, maybe. [ Aria please try to take this conversation at least a little seriously. The nonchalance slips away when she looks back at him, offering another strawberry as a peace offering. ]

... Look around you. This isn't — this isn't the Source. Or the First. Or any of the others, I— you're here, as am I. The laws of space and time may bend a bit more flexibly here than we think.
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[personal profile] recitations 2021-09-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ He turns, and she follows; her gaze ends up where his is, on the far door of the train, and her head turns back to him the same time his does.

When their eyes meet, she grins. ]
How forward, darling. [ Except she doesn't mean a word of it, surely. She picks up another small bite of food ( a small deviled-egg type thing ), and pops it in her mouth. ]

I suppose it's within our duty. As an adventurer, and all. [ Perhaps, at the end of the train, there's a way home. She's used to looking for that, now ( implications of what happens after aside ). ]

After you.