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@meforsaken

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How wonderfully encouraging x

Is trying to be unbothered not twice as exhausting?

@pilfeline

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Oh, go on. Allow yourself to be a bit exceptional xx

@timeanalyst

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It's easier when the truth's already nice.

You'd have to forgive me for being incredulous.

@counterstep

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I wouldn't mind a turn at being the favorite either.

Surely you've better things to do.

@steely

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[there's no wince at the deliberate touch. there's also no fight to keep her away. a mixed bag.]

Oh, not wine. Much sterner stuff. Bread in a glass, if they have it.

[which will, tragically, probably actually help quite a bit to bring the color back into his cheeks and urge resilience back into his bones. it wasn't overly refined or remotely clever, but it had worked before and would almost certainly work again.

if, of course, he could convince his body to make it the rest of the way to the nearest pint of ale.

do his legs even lift? usually. his own body weight, at least. now, one hand reaches with a certain insistence for one of jude's, not to be pulled up but certainly to stabilize against the slight sway that had sent him to sitting in the first place.]

But I'll buy you something civilized to sip on.

@bridgertons

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This was a subject of some debate for hours last night.

But I suspect you're right.

my savior from captcha

[steely]

You had best. I take the matter of payment seriously.

( bland and unserious — no creature would call jude civilized when faerie considers her the worst of beasts among the worst beasts, treacherous and treasonous both. still, it carries some inherent note of something ominous, with her (horrible, beloved) natural talent for making any word out of her mouth resemble a threat. (and it's not entirely without basis, beside; one's sworn word is more valued as currency than regular gold, in elfhame. she has no choice but to hold a promise, no matter how small or flippantly given, in high regard.)

no drink touched by magic, either, she might add, if she were keen to engage her paranoia today. as it stands, she holds her tongue (a miracle in its own right), and focuses on the twitch of her hand beneath his. it steadies a moment later, turning over to grasp his with a tight sword-grip, bracing, clearly more equipped to hold a weapon than a hand. the tip of her ring finger is, as ever, missing. )

Should I needle a guess? ( not one to ask for permission so much as take it for herself, there's no wait for an explanation. simply, ) Overzealous sparring today?

[meforsaken]

it is harder in some ways, yes, but less exhausting in the end i would argue

have i shown you what i looked like when i was younger? SO many stress lines, greying hair, rotting teeth, the works

❤️❤️❤️

[counterstep]

well

fwiw
I much prefer your company

which is also why I'd rather spend my evening with you, if I have the choice to

[annarr]

Any chance there's a clever way of avoiding all that?

[please don't be a lack of dramatics he won't survive]

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[


give him a few moments with that, honestly]

Where are you, then?

[counterstep]

( always. )

my apartment
just wrapping up some work

( via laptop. he really should get a better surface to use his computer with, but there's the whole lack of furniture thing he seems to constantly dismiss. )

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For much longer?

[knocking is respectful. not interrupting work probably is as well.]

Have you eaten?

[fussing probably isn't as overtly respectful, but whatever's tense in his chest needs to be let out somehow.]

[counterstep]

20 min tops

( then, more hesitantly: )

I had coffee

( which is to say, no, he hasn't eaten. but he's definitely trying to pretend coffee counts for something.

the fussing isn't entirely unwarranted, here. )

[annarr]

And was it more than your body weight in coffee, then?

[counterstep]

is that a challenge?

( he knows it's not. he's just trying to change the subject.

no one wants to pee that much. geeze. )

[annarr]

[ ok but]

Yes.

If you can manage in the next twenty minutes, I won't make you eat anything I bring.

[counterstep]

I can't even make that much coffee in 20 minutes

( what a way to cry foul over a hole you dug yourself, barnes. )

[annarr]

[honestly, being clamped down on indelicately is for the best. it gives a good point of leverage for loki to heft himself upright, almost as naturally as if he were doing it entirely under his own power.

there is, of course, the question of what to do with their hands once he's up. shaking free is the natural consideration, but then again, flailing after her later if his legs give up the ghost seems a touch more undignified.]

Thor's got his eye on someone new, it seems. [who cared to keep up with the other prince's attention? not this one.] He always gets a bit puffy when he's trying to impress.

[doubling down has its own risks. they are, apparently, the ones loki is more willing to take. with a bit of wary tension, he shifts in her grip toward linking their arms, in the casual way asgardians sometimes chose to walk side by side (if, admittedly, with far more weight on jude than was necessarily normal for able-bodied walking).]

I have to assume that throwing someone slower, weaker, and smaller through a few walls is quite the in thing with his current crowd.

[annarr]

Not with that attitude, certainly.

[but, you know, in the end, this is a more cheerful place for loki to be sitting for the next 20 minutes, so. result(?).]

I'll bring lihapiirakka if you can't manage xx

[pilfeline]

Depends. Do you like it better if I'm the only one who knows?

[annarr]

Who doesn't like having a little secret?

[meforsaken]

stop being bothered by everything. be more honest with yourself.

[pilfeline]

Alright, in that case I'll claim superior noticing skills and being the exceptional target of your rare adorableness.

[annarr]

I'm honest with myself.



I feel that I'm honest with myself.




I'm not sure if some of it's lies and some of it's just desparate hoping.