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kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
byanyname) wrote in kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
tfln open post
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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.
to Lydia
I’d like a moment of your time, Lydia.
Your choice: face-to-face - alone - or we can do this over text.
Sooner than not would be ideal.
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There aren't that many people here who would want a word with her. By process of elimination - those whose numbers she does and does not have - and with a little common sense, she decides it's Darius.
A question: why does he (still?) have her number.
A question: why is he asking for her time. (Asking, not demanding.)
To run interference between himself and the twins? No, he wouldn't be that stupid. He can't believe she'd ever help him, choose him over her own.
But there was the incident today. What occurred: Darius spoke out of turn, to Enri's bystanding detriment. Why this should matter to him, that he did so in front of her, that he should message her, is a mystery.
Some deliberative thought.
(Enri told him.) (Something occurred. Enri told.) (This could be a problem.) (...Maybe.)
She has conclusions. It wouldn't do to speak them to this creature. ]
What ever for.
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Promises made in the wake of miscalculation.
[ ... ]
I've spoken with him.
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Promised Enri? Or Enri promised -
No. That's the wrong shape of this.
Another thought occurs: the vibratory (and almost familiar - kin to a known rage) shouting an hour ago. ]
'Spoken'.
It requires some manner of speech when they howl. Perhaps you did speak with him.
What you mean here is that you listened in the quiet aftermath.
No, I won't help you learn their moods.
Miscalculation.
He gave you a number you were missing in the mathematics.
It was not an oversight, that two and two fail to equate to four. It's a calculated subtraction, not a unit created through the common processes of addition.
[...]
What do you want?
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Or, no, not incomprehensible. She speaks with logic of her own; just delivers it like some kind of jacked-up oracle. ]
To apologize.
More accurately: Enri would like this apology, and I am
not unwilling topleased to oblige.The boy is owedI owe the boy amends.I have been led to understand that I owe you, as well.
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She doesn't say that. To him. She muses it out loud, to Morgan and herself. (Alerting him to the nature of the texts.) (That Enri told Darius to apologize, and so Darius is apologizing. For something he said.) (Darius. Is apologizing.)
What is not worthless: that the apology is not to her, specifically. It's a gesture for the boy.
For the words spoken in front of his people? She hums doubtful.
Curious. But not her business.
Another point of curiosity: Enri told her this was only for a week. This...encounter.
(Fling.)
That is very interesting. (Darius has, she thinks, bitten off more than he can chew.) ]
Enri set you to offer apology to
his[...] me. And you are obliging.[...]
Presumably, I am expected to forgive. (Or is that beside the point, I wonder. My own participation is necessary, but not focal? I am an incidentally wounded party?)
Very well. We'll speak our lines. As he wishes.
First you.
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ARE you wounded, Lydia?Nor to believe any pardon is required.I am obliging, yes.
I might say I appreciate your tolerance.Your tolerance is appreciated.[ ... ]
Owing that I did not know you were hisMy cause for regret: that I spoke flippantly of Enri before you. That you were party to my flaunting, and to the boy's discomfort. It is an unfortunate position to witness one's [ ... ] family cornered into. It was my error, to place you, and to place him in this position.
I amBelieve me what I say I amI regret thatIt is to be admitted thatI'm sorry, Lydia. For whatever agitation I might have caused you, and for what must have seemed and may have constituted ill-using the boy in your presence.
[ ... ]
Your son is not unimportant to[ ...N o p e. Delete delete delete that last line. Forget its prior existence. Then send. ]
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Darius does what he pleases, unapologetic, without care for the mores of the world he inhabits. (She respects it in him. Even if she doesn't necessarily appreciate his actions.)
This.
It's an. Actual. Apology. Not rote words, but consideration of what occurred, and what fault there was, and what amends might be made with communication.
She is (somewhat) astonished.
Darius has not bitten off more than he can chew. Darius is enmeshed. ]
A fine apology, indeed. Genuine. Or as genuine as a directed apology may be. I assume Enri will be party to this exchange, else what is it good for. So: believable, and heartfelt.
A reason for wondering.
And while my forgiveness is not relevant to your situation, you have it. I am not agitated. I do not believe Enri to be ill-used in any way he does not wish.
He can not be coerced to behave beyond his own will.
What's more, he is an adult.[...]
You and Enri.
It is only for a week?
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He'd had an inkling. After what Enri had said about Lydia being on his side (whatever the meant, precisely) (Darius doesn't need anybody anywhere near his side, doesn't require any fucking defenders) (still, it's worth noting, and recalling). And given Lydia's subtle keenness. But it's strange to think of anybody knowing the terms of their agreement. (How much does she know, precisely?) Darius doesn't quite like it. Darius grits his teeth. But ultimately, there can be no harm in her having heard, or in Enri having told.
(If any other Puppies had spoken the details of their contracts, there would have been some minor hell to pay.) ]
No; that boy won't bend beyond his wishes.Enri possesses [ ... ] an uncommon strength of conviction.
[ ... ]
Our agreement is for the week, yes.
You may breathe easy after.
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And then - ]
I will breathe as I breathe.
[...]
Our initial reservations were built upon unsteady foundations; that Enri might not know the mire of this world into which he has forayed; that your intentions to the sum, and not the subtracted one, were malicious; what destruction you might most unwisely attempt to level upon the one, which might leave some lesser quantity.
And. That he might not know what he was getting in to with you.
[...]
I and we now see the situation is other. With this apology. With your amends.
You don't know what you might getting in to with him, do you?
Have gotten in to.
You please him. Had you kept company as you liked, for whatever length of time you wished, there would have been no objection. So long as he continued in his pleasure.
But as you say. Your agreement is for the week.
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I won't pretend your misgivings were without precedent.
You people know too fucking much.
Whether or not he knew from the start, he quickly learned the scope.
He's clever, Enri. And knows his worth.
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
The information is appreciated, if moot.
You have been [ ... ] not disagreeable in conversation. Thank you, Lydia.
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[...]
And, also.
There is little point in abrasion. Or threats.
If Enri is ill-used, you know by now what will happen, and who will level that damage.
He is sitting in the room with you.
[...]
You're welcome, Darius.