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Because drunk porcupine.
[Isn't that enough of a reasoning?]
Happy Valentines.
[Isn't that enough of a reasoning?]
Happy Valentines.
I promise to only steal from other people today and I won't share you with Calendar Man.
[Rincewind absolutely throws it away. One look at the return address and he's tossed it over his shoulder, fully content to go the rest of his afternoon while cheerfully avoiding whatever surely terrible news is inside that envelope.
The trouble is, sometimes instead of a rubbish bin over a person's shoulder, there's a bloody-minded box on legs. Said box eats the letter, seems to mull its contents over, and eventually, hours later, spews it back up into its master's face.
There's some hemming and hawing from the wizard at this (and a threat of termites which the Luggage nips at his robe for), but this time he sits down to read the damn thing. For the first time. And then a second. ...And then a third, eyebrows up so high they've nearly been lost to the unkempt thatch of his hair.
Baelish wants donations from him? No, no - Baelish wants him to work at his library.
Baelish has a library.
...Right. Bugger letters.]
The trouble is, sometimes instead of a rubbish bin over a person's shoulder, there's a bloody-minded box on legs. Said box eats the letter, seems to mull its contents over, and eventually, hours later, spews it back up into its master's face.
There's some hemming and hawing from the wizard at this (and a threat of termites which the Luggage nips at his robe for), but this time he sits down to read the damn thing. For the first time. And then a second. ...And then a third, eyebrows up so high they've nearly been lost to the unkempt thatch of his hair.
Baelish wants donations from him? No, no - Baelish wants him to work at his library.
Baelish has a library.
...Right. Bugger letters.]
Drinks on me. Money's not an issue.
[Never for long with him, anyway. With that he stops texting, instead making his way over here.]
[Never for long with him, anyway. With that he stops texting, instead making his way over here.]
[Harley presses against him, leaning into the kiss but also, embarrassingly, because her knees have gone a little weak. She can't believe she's weak in the knees for a man who wears more sequins than she does and may have done this before but not recently by any means. But it's not as if she keeps high standards anyway, and if it's bad they can keep practicing. She pulls away with a slow drag of teeth over his bottom lip.]
I like you too. And doing this, with you.
[She finishes with the buttons on his shirt and slips her hands over bare skin. A palm pressed over the hard flutter of his heartbeat.]
But this, right now-- This is just sex, okay? If you want it to... To like, be more or mean something, then we should. Probably stop? Are you okay with that?
[Please don't want to stop.]
I like you too. And doing this, with you.
[She finishes with the buttons on his shirt and slips her hands over bare skin. A palm pressed over the hard flutter of his heartbeat.]
But this, right now-- This is just sex, okay? If you want it to... To like, be more or mean something, then we should. Probably stop? Are you okay with that?
[Please don't want to stop.]
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glue stick
brush
patience
you're going to do it right???
brush
patience
you're going to do it right???
You and I, we need to talk.
It is about the dreaming, Rincewind. [Unrelenting, sliced right to the marrow of the matter.] About what you had done.
[oh no, it's even worse than the vending machine.]
Don't - don't say it like that, like it's something I actually did.
[which was dissolving the protection keeping Chilton and the Resistance safe, and being the key to let Stark and the other Soldats through to do what they did best.]
I was stuck in that bloody dreamworld, the same as you were!
Don't - don't say it like that, like it's something I actually did.
[which was dissolving the protection keeping Chilton and the Resistance safe, and being the key to let Stark and the other Soldats through to do what they did best.]
I was stuck in that bloody dreamworld, the same as you were!
I was no soldat. I was not Stark's toy soldier.
[There in his voice lurks a pang -- deep and throaty and fracturing by the passing moment.]
It was as if I no longer knew you.
[There in his voice lurks a pang -- deep and throaty and fracturing by the passing moment.]
It was as if I no longer knew you.
There is always a choice, Rincewind. There was an organized resistance -- one that I sought out specifically.
But you needed a partner to lean on, didn't you? An idiotic one, at that.
But you needed a partner to lean on, didn't you? An idiotic one, at that.
Edited (double burn) 2017-04-26 07:01 (UTC)
it washes out
& itll make your beard look bigger
probably
& itll make your beard look bigger
probably
- He's not an idiot. Just because he doesn't talk as much as other people, don't call him that.
And they'd have killed me the moment I was somewhere they hadn't put me. [Rincewind's tone sharpens, defensive.] I've got - I've got the memories of months of torture that never really happened. Do you have that? Being tied to chairs for those damn videos of theirs, and testing that bloody stupid power of mine, and pain, and them threatening to hobble my legs.
...And d'you really think I was going to risk running from the Soldats just to end up part of the Resistance? [he scoffs bitterly.] They'd have just used me as well. Sent me right back into it, no matter my opinion. Probably under the same sort of guard.
And they'd have killed me the moment I was somewhere they hadn't put me. [Rincewind's tone sharpens, defensive.] I've got - I've got the memories of months of torture that never really happened. Do you have that? Being tied to chairs for those damn videos of theirs, and testing that bloody stupid power of mine, and pain, and them threatening to hobble my legs.
...And d'you really think I was going to risk running from the Soldats just to end up part of the Resistance? [he scoffs bitterly.] They'd have just used me as well. Sent me right back into it, no matter my opinion. Probably under the same sort of guard.
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