[okay we are only allowed to talk to war about these things sometimes, this is decreed
but she shifts so she can hug him a little - it's a little uncomfortable, but she's starting to cool down. bit by bit. having someone real, who isn't laughing at her, is helping.]
Helps if you've got a strong swimmer on your side. I'll help you. [she says, quietly.] I'm glad - I'm glad you don't want to die.
[but you do. or - you don't, do you? all of this cheer is fake, isn't it, karlach? you haven't accepted a single bit of it.
[ his hair is very clean, he smells like soap and lavender. someone at least has been pretty meticulous about bathing okay. leaning against her in turn, putting his forehead against her shoulder. ]
You ... know that we very much would like you to live as well, yes?
[ and then, knowing this is going to make her mad. but so many things she's said to him have made him mad, and perhaps they needed to be said as well. ]
... We have your heart. And there are great wells of magic at play here. If I am not allowed to treat my own fate as inevitability, I expect you to hold to the same.
[it doesn't make her mad so much as it just makes her tired. she has a lot of hope, always, but it's so difficult to let this particular one back in after she'd come to terms with it.]
Does it feel bad, to you? [she asks quietly, eyes closed.] To hope that'll happen?
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but she shifts so she can hug him a little - it's a little uncomfortable, but she's starting to cool down. bit by bit. having someone real, who isn't laughing at her, is helping.]
Helps if you've got a strong swimmer on your side. I'll help you. [she says, quietly.] I'm glad - I'm glad you don't want to die.
[but you do. or - you don't, do you? all of this cheer is fake, isn't it, karlach? you haven't accepted a single bit of it.
she closes her eyes.]
S'not fake. [she mutters, tail lashing.]
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anyway this is fine, he is happy to hug her for as long as she wants at least during affection week when it isn't overstimulating as all hell. ]
No, it's not fake.
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Yeah. Yeah, I'm not pretending. [she says, huffily, burying her face into his hair. does not elaborate]
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You ... know that we very much would like you to live as well, yes?
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I know. I know you do. [she swallows hard.] You'll remember me when I'm not though, right? This.
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[ and then, knowing this is going to make her mad. but so many things she's said to him have made him mad, and perhaps they needed to be said as well. ]
... We have your heart. And there are great wells of magic at play here. If I am not allowed to treat my own fate as inevitability, I expect you to hold to the same.
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Does it feel bad, to you? [she asks quietly, eyes closed.] To hope that'll happen?