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And yet you spend your days entertaining a prisoner, robbing your colleagues, and wasting my time with your thoughtless antics. You're known to be a frequent visitor of a traitor who was sent back here to spy on us, you stole something that used to belong to him with a desperate level of stupidity, you concealed it, and you lied about it. That is more than enough reason for me to assume you're some sort of Venatori messenger and put you in a cell yourself. Has any part of that even once crossed your mind?
[ Her tone is hard, but controlled, never rising into actual anger. ]
You miss the point. It would take one meeting and a message concealed in a simple object to aid the enemy. But you never stopped to think about how what you were doing would look. Just as you didn't think through how to steal the box from Leander, or how to approach the drinking contest, or what you were saying afterwards, or anything you've said to me since. How do you propose to be useful to Scouting if you refuse to think about your actions?
You miss the point. It would take one meeting and a message concealed in a simple object to aid the enemy. But you never stopped to think about how what you were doing would look. Just as you didn't think through how to steal the box from Leander, or how to approach the drinking contest, or what you were saying afterwards, or anything you've said to me since. How do you propose to be useful to Scouting if you refuse to think about your actions?
I...
[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
Edited (shrugs and writes more stuff that doesn't really matter ig) 2020-01-01 06:37 (UTC)
Don't I? [ An incredulous laugh as she shifts her weight over him, sweeping her hair back out of the way and curling her arm around his head as she bends as if to kiss him again, but stops teasingly just short. ] I could hardly make it much easier.
[ The moment she takes to think about it isn't to consider whether or not she'd take it seriously, but about how wrong she was to think the District Heads might be heartless. The idea that her fuckups would be responded to with corrective training rather than expulsion is... better than she thinks she deserves. ]
Yes ma'am.
Yes ma'am.
[Half a groan, half a laugh, he accommodates the shift easily, gladly. Less glad to be denied a kiss yet again--but she's close, at least--]
You could. Or you couldn't. I'm forgetting what we're arguing about. I'm forgetting everything. Can't concentrate at all. C'mere--kiss me and I'll get the gifts and come back and kiss you again.
[And he leans up to close that distance between them, to try to kiss her one more time, just as he's threatened to do.]
You could. Or you couldn't. I'm forgetting what we're arguing about. I'm forgetting everything. Can't concentrate at all. C'mere--kiss me and I'll get the gifts and come back and kiss you again.
[And he leans up to close that distance between them, to try to kiss her one more time, just as he's threatened to do.]
[ Yseult rolls her eyes at him, but leans into the kiss for a good long moment before sitting back and giving him a little shove back away from her. She moves off his lap and straightens her skirt as she shifts back toward the picnic spread. ]
Go on, then. [ she says, before chasing a grape with a bite of cheese. ]
Go on, then. [ she says, before chasing a grape with a bite of cheese. ]
[ First impulse is to sigh, but on the other hand, being cautious enough to ask is progress, isn't it? ]
Lying to me, stealing from your comrades, creating nonsense drama that forces me to waste my time investigating nothing. The rest we'll work on.
Lying to me, stealing from your comrades, creating nonsense drama that forces me to waste my time investigating nothing. The rest we'll work on.
I'd like to speak with you, if you have a spare moment.
[ hi it's your second favorite person ]
[ hi it's your second favorite person ]
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