[ There's another long pause there, because Sylvie is thinking again. Not about what Abby has said, not really, but how to address this with someone she likes. Because she does like you Abby, but her perspective might not be one she was hoping for. ]
Tell me. If the roles were reversed and someone you cared about deeply got in a blood letting fight with someone else, would you really leave well enough alone? Cheers, friend, no trouble if you don't want to tell me why you were fighting- I'll just let you along your way?
[ Because honestly, sounds a bit of a soft touch for something she imagines was quite heated. ]
(... Maybe not, and her indignance is palpable when she immediately replies,) She attacked me in the fucking street with no warning, was I supposed to let her stab me to death??
(Yes, she understands the point, but here lies the rub.)
[ Gods, she really is so young isnt she? Not even just in comparison to herself, but in general. Patience really isnt Sylvie's strong point, but she leans into a more serious and careful tone as she speaks now. Lets help logic this out why don't we? ]
No warning, but a reason I imagine. Generally street stabbings have a purpose. Did she want your wallet?
(An abrupt, uncomfortable pause– she can see exactly where this is going.)
We came here from the same place, (she ventures, suddenly just as careful. Testing the ice,) We have– history, but that's nothing to do with anybody else. It's our business, and he can't abide by that once he thinks he should be involved.
[ There’s a little pause again, that tongue on teeth sound that says she’s not really at a loss for words as she shifts audibly closer to the crystal. ]
I like you Abby, and not just because you were the first face I saw when I arrived here. I actually enjoy your company. I’m not sure I would call us friends, not just yet maybe. I’ve not had many to really quantify where that line is- but if you think I wouldn’t threaten some casual acquaintance for your benefit already- well maybe one of us has the wrong idea of what actually caring about someone means.
[ She sits back then, voice a little lighter in tone. ]
It could very well be me, after all I’ve only lived edging on twelve hundred years.
(The first little bit startles Abby into attentive silence. She'd been expecting more chastising, which this is in a way, albeit curbed. Because Sylvie likes her? Something she didn't expect to hear. She listens, and picks at a bit of loose skin on her thumb, and the little crease doesn't quite iron out from between her eyes but eventually...
She exhales, and resolves to let it go.)
... No, I think– you probably know better. (A tiny flash of a sheepish smile, only there at all because it can't be seen over crystal,) You have a little more experience than me, so.
I would prefer if you two were at least amiable, as I do intend to fuck him eventually. And that would make things particularly awkward if you hated his guts.
(For not coming down too hard about it, when really, through all the layers of resentment she can see what Sylvie is getting at... and admit (though only to herself) that she's being somewhat hypocritical about the whole thing. But that's something to come back to later.
Because now she has to deal with this shit.
A sound of dismay, before:) Yeah, okay– do whatever, just don't tell me about it. (C'mon...)
[ There's a laugh from her side, her voice now loaded with amusement because if that was not the most audible cringe she's ever listened to. ]
And here I thought we were edging on friends. Isn't that what we're supposed to talk about. Who's having sex with who, and how much? Because I've had a bit of a dry spell, admittedly. Well dry for me.
I guess?? (She's had a dry spell of talking about sex okay, let her ease in.) I'm– in one too, I don't think I'm the right person to talk about it with.
(Great, now she's thinking about what happened with Owen on the boat literally a day before she came to Thedas and wondering if that even counts when everything about it was so shit– can you hear her thoughts buzzing from here, or)
Oh. (Now hold on. This is so much information. Abby feels positively tongue-tied, something which isn't like her at all; too used to having a smart answer for just about anything (not used to being propositioned out of what feels like nowhere)–)
[ It's almost singsong, and there's a little pause as she laughs quietly to herself, tongue touching a canine as she debates on pressing her further. But no, probably enough for now. ]
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Date: 2022-02-22 12:43 am (UTC)Tell me. If the roles were reversed and someone you cared about deeply got in a blood letting fight with someone else, would you really leave well enough alone? Cheers, friend, no trouble if you don't want to tell me why you were fighting- I'll just let you along your way?
[ Because honestly, sounds a bit of a soft touch for something she imagines was quite heated. ]
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Date: 2022-02-22 12:47 am (UTC)(Yes, she understands the point, but here lies the rub.)
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Date: 2022-02-22 12:52 am (UTC)No warning, but a reason I imagine. Generally street stabbings have a purpose. Did she want your wallet?
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:01 am (UTC)We came here from the same place, (she ventures, suddenly just as careful. Testing the ice,) We have– history, but that's nothing to do with anybody else. It's our business, and he can't abide by that once he thinks he should be involved.
That's all I wanted to say. (grumble grumble)
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:10 am (UTC)[ There’s a little pause again, that tongue on teeth sound that says she’s not really at a loss for words as she shifts audibly closer to the crystal. ]
I like you Abby, and not just because you were the first face I saw when I arrived here. I actually enjoy your company. I’m not sure I would call us friends, not just yet maybe. I’ve not had many to really quantify where that line is- but if you think I wouldn’t threaten some casual acquaintance for your benefit already- well maybe one of us has the wrong idea of what actually caring about someone means.
[ She sits back then, voice a little lighter in tone. ]
It could very well be me, after all I’ve only lived edging on twelve hundred years.
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:31 am (UTC)She exhales, and resolves to let it go.)
... No, I think– you probably know better. (A tiny flash of a sheepish smile, only there at all because it can't be seen over crystal,) You have a little more experience than me, so.
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:41 am (UTC)[ Is she a little pleased with herself? Yes. ]
I would prefer if you two were at least amiable, as I do intend to fuck him eventually. And that would make things particularly awkward if you hated his guts.
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:51 am (UTC)(For not coming down too hard about it, when really, through all the layers of resentment she can see what Sylvie is getting at... and admit (though only to herself) that she's being somewhat hypocritical about the whole thing. But that's something to come back to later.
Because now she has to deal with this shit.
A sound of dismay, before:) Yeah, okay– do whatever, just don't tell me about it. (C'mon...)
That icon. Amazing.
Date: 2022-02-22 01:54 am (UTC)And here I thought we were edging on friends. Isn't that what we're supposed to talk about. Who's having sex with who, and how much? Because I've had a bit of a dry spell, admittedly. Well dry for me.
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:06 am (UTC)I guess?? (She's had a dry spell of talking about sex okay, let her ease in.) I'm– in one too, I don't think I'm the right person to talk about it with.
(Great, now she's thinking about what happened with Owen on the boat literally a day before she came to Thedas and wondering if that even counts when everything about it was so shit– can you hear her thoughts buzzing from here, or)
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)Or [ Can you hear her eyebrows bobbing? ] actually together. What's casual sex between friends?
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:39 am (UTC)Besides, I thought you said we weren't friends yet. (Yeah, because that's the point of this discussion)
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:41 am (UTC)It's not a joke. You're a bit young for me but I wouldn't say no. If we were friends.
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:51 am (UTC)Okay.
(fuck) I, uh– can I think about it?
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:56 am (UTC)[ It's almost singsong, and there's a little pause as she laughs quietly to herself, tongue touching a canine as she debates on pressing her further. But no, probably enough for now. ]
This was a good talk.
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Date: 2022-02-22 03:05 am (UTC)(None of it went the way she thought it would go... how about that.)
Can you– this stays between us, right. (all of it thanks)
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Date: 2022-02-22 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-02-22 03:18 am (UTC)Cool. (She has to go vent to her dog bye)