7 ♐ I've gotten pretty good at telling myself it's fine

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Who: Expatriate Darkleer and Marquise Spinneret Mindfang
Where: On the island
When: Evening, straight into the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed

D --> I do hope you are not otherwise preoccupied.
D --> Because I have just finished putting the finishing touches on your request.
D --> Whether you make it or not.
D --> I'm going to put it on the island right now.

Comments

[o8liter8]

Tends to be what I think. Even if it changes when I'm older I'm still not really sure it's all that great.

[ She just...gets another bottle out of her sylladex...that way they can both drink! ]

But hey, you're the romantic here. Thought you'd be the one all over that shit even if you're kind of terrible at expressing feelings.

[ What a hypocrite, Mindfang! ]

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[Such hypocrisy. He's just going to turn his head to stare at you, Mindfang.]

[o8liter8]

What? You are! You have to get drunk just to talk to me, and you've known me since we were like three!

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I'm not sure if I should be taking romantic advice from you in hindsight...

The hypocrisy is nearly smothering. [More swing! Jeez he is almost done with this bottle, where does the time go.]

[o8liter8]

Hey, hey. Nothing you can say about me cancels out the fact that what I'm saying is true! Get off your high horse for once, huh?

So c'mon, what has you of all people losing faith in the quadrants? Thought that was my job.

[ Hands him a third bottle...god they're gonna be so blasted soon. ]

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I'm not on a horse, if we are being technical, I am on a giant spider I constructed because apparently I always end up doing these things for you no matter what.

[So blasted. Mindfang, you are a bad influence on all decent Empire citizens and computers.]

[But even drunk, Darkleer is more or less polite and shakily places the bottle in his sylladex before he accepts the new one.]

It hurts. Being exiled. I think I would have liked dying better.

[That's totally in connection with the conversation they were just having right?]

I didn't think anyone would want something ruined...

[o8liter8]

Stop thinkin' that way.

[ Oh boy, she is feeling it too. DRUNKTOWN. ]

You are fine. You are the same now as you were b'fore the exile thing! Anyway if we're talking about. Uh. Handlebars. Yeah. You really think he'd like you if you were still, y'know, imperial pet kinda thing? He's a rebel, right?

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[Let him knock back another bottle- or two- or three- and Darkleer will be right there with you, Mindfang.]

No I'm not. You wouldn't understand. [A miserable sip of his drink.] Have to sacrifice things when you get that far. Or at least I had to. It's different. I'm not a pirate, I can't just... do whatever I like. Couldn't. It was supposed to be for a greater good, you know.

[Misery loves company. More importantly, misery loves booze. So, don't mind him...]

He's more than that. He's not just a discardable, run-of-the-mill orangeblood. He's amazing. I love him. I think I made a mistake.

[o8liter8]

You know, it is so weird knowing that at some point I will also be in love with him and his matesprit. We are really fucked up, didja realize that?

[ Finishes off her bottle. ]

A. Anyway. Stuff y'do doesn't necessarily mean you're, uh, who you are is what you do or something. I'm a pirate 'cause I'm me, I'm not me 'cause I'm a pirate. Did that make any sense? You were an Archie 'cause you were you.

And you're still you now you're not one! It was an. Experience. Not a definement of your life. Because you have t'sacrifice whatever you do. But thaaat says what's important to you!

So he's important to you, right?

[ Her bubble's a bit more subdued now; a few flickering images of Darkleer pushing her out when the Summoner is there. ]

1/....I don't know

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[No...]

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[No, he's pretty sure that's not how it works.]

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[How could that NOT be his life defined?]

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[No wait he knows the answer to this question.]

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[Booze.]

done

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[Also why did he think this was a good idea? Cradling the bottle in his hands, Darkleer tries not to look at his thought window too much. Images of Summoner keep popping up, and the whole screen seems almost smeared somehow, hard to look into.]

Surprisingly so. But I wonder if it's the same reversed...

[Different images now. Still Summoner, but being swallowed up by crowds of people, letting them touch him.]

I think I'm selfish.

[o8liter8]

[ Don't mind MF, just peeking at your thought bubble suspiciously......... ]

What. You mean. He doesn't love you back?









I will totally beat him up for you if he doesn't.

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I think he does. He said so. He's honest. But.

[He doesn't want to admit this. He's never actually been cheated on before. ]

I think I'm too intoxicated now. Why are we talking about this?

[o8liter8]

Because you can't talk sober. So. Uh. Wait if he loves you. What's the problem?

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Oh.

[Yes, that makes sense.]

I would like to finish this bottle first, actually. Then I would like to quite possibly start on another one.

[o8liter8]

Then dooooo it.

[ Helpfully hands him another bottle as she gets started on her second. ]

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[Done. God help them, they should not try to walk back down to the bubble when this is all over. Walking cannot possibly be a thing. How is he alive?]

...I think he's cheating on me.

[o8liter8]

What.

[ Though bubble grinds to a halt. ]

What makes y'say that?

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I believe he more or less admitted it.