Now slow down there, I was hardly going to let you test them out alone. Though I suppose it does make sense for one of us to still have her wits about her, just in case...
Well where was my mind supposed to go, considering where we are?
[ of all the Adults to wind up here, it's the one whose mind is far more likely to wind up (and perhaps even begin) in the gutter. ]
Derdriu... Yes, I remember.
[ less so the details, and moreso that the empire's course of action had been to attempt to cripple the alliance first. quite selfishly, manuela had made it a point to know as little of the names of those involved as possible — particularly those of the deceased. ]
I'd been in Arianrhod for the better part of two years now. It'd been around five since the war began for me, too.
[ perhaps she shouldn't share such information so freely with someone of the opposing side... but the war is far away from them now, isn't it? or, she rather hoped it can be. ]
[ Listen, it's fine. Of all the Adults to wind up here it's probably for the best that Manuela is here because she's more likely to last here longer than the other two. And not just in a stamina sort of way.
As for selfish reasons...Hilda wouldn't have blamed her. As she had quickly come to learn there was no point arguing how people chose to cope with the horrors of war. But privately, any former classmates Hilda had felled by her own axe were people she'd never forget. ]
I guess that means we've all come from after the war began.
Well. I'm still here so I suppose in that sense I'm faring as well as anyone can. How are you faring after they uhm...took some liberties with your profile? And your arrival? You weren't chased by weird half seagull, half men or stuffed into a trunk were you?
Oh, you mean this silly game. I could care less about that.
[ she is not in any rush to return to the war left behind. at least not right now — so far, the guilt hasn't yet outweighed the relief for a reprieve. ]
Besides, I would much rather be with people who want me for me, and not because of any assignment I hold. Chasing after titles, creating connections based on the benefits to be gained... I'd done enough of that when I was still fighting to become famous.
[What else was there to care about? Clara finds herself thinking briefly. She hadn't taken a moment to think of this place as anything but an obstacle to be overcome. There wasn't even a pressing need to return but this place only struck her as worse.]
Oh, I see.
[There's a twinge of something- while she hadn't sent this message with that intent she is also someone who thinks deeply about the benefits of every relationship. Could she be doing something harmful with her idle interest?]
I think you deserve that.
[The self deprecation is strong as she considers abandoning the whole idea. Abort mission? Abort mission?]
[ they meet at the entrance of the broken wing — wei wuxian about to walk in, manuela in the process of stepping out.
there is rueful camaraderie in her tone, certainly sympathetic to his plight. indeed, though she might look a little more put-together upon first glance, closer inspection will reveal evidence of her own plight in the slight disheveled state of her hair, the weary lines on her face, the way a shoulder strap seems perpetually at risk of slipping off.
she waves a hand in the air as she steps out of the entryway, the gesture slow enough as if caught buffering. ]
I wouldn't bother. Unless you happen to know what "Tylenol" is, they're as useless as the rest of the staff I've come across.
[ What the hell is a Tylenol? Wei Wuxian pauses in his approach and takes in Manuela, noticing the spots where it's clear she's just as run ragged as he is. He feels like a mess, kind of wonders why he's not in bed, and also kind of wants another drink? Lowkey.
But he nods blearily at her comment and lifts a hand to rub at his face. Okay, right. ]
I... don't know what a "Tylenol" is. Damn.
[ He might be dressed in more modern clothes now that he's here but it doesn't mean squat. He's still an oldie. He misses his robes. ]
Well, now what am I supposed to do? [ A pause and — ] What are we supposed to do?
[ manuela is used to being underestimated. such is the nature of the world (her world, at least), when one is both a woman and possessing of a personality as big and as bold as hers. and, the older she's gotten, the more she suffers such disregard. so it's always refreshing when someone — particularly of chobe's caliber — gives her her dues.
though she certainly has to laugh at his words. whether or not he means to imply what she infers, it's still amusing given the context of this place. ]
Perhaps it would surprise you how many men I've known who delighted in being able to call me "nurse" during our more intimate moments. I'm sure there are enough of those proclivities here.
[That goes, whoosh, right over his head. He's lived for decades, and is no stranger kinks, but specific roleplay is not one of them. Sure, at brothels some girls may giggle and pretend to indulge clients on taboo matters such as mother or daughter play, but that's about where his grasp of it ends.
So instead, he just looks confused, writing that off as a degradation thing.]
Haah? Most of you medical folks get yer coats twisted in a knot if you ain't addressed as "doctor" proper, right? You gotta have more pride than that.
[ and just like that, manuela's steps roll to a stop. she had been quite determined, since barret's offer, to find some place of solace. preferably with a good drink, but she would have been just as happy to simply be away from those ludicrous games.
now, though, she wishes she had paid a little better attention. she wishes she had taken much better note of his tone, the look on his face when he spoke of having important people to get home to.
she turns to him, reaching out to place a gentle hand along his arm. ]
I'm sorry, Barret. You must miss her terribly.
[ to be away from a spouse, a lover, that is an awful thing. she imagines it would be like missing a limb. but to be ripped away from your own child... even an actress as talented as she couldn't hope to have an imagination vast enough to know what that must be like.
what comfort is there to offer for someone who must feel so adrift like that? ]
I do hope you drink, [ she says after a moment. she resumes her walking, only this time she has slipped her arm through his, as if touch alone can help transfer some of her energy through to him. ] Our toast to your escape will have to be a grand one.
[Not for the first time, Barret wishes he had his shades here, if only to hide the pained flash of emotion that crosses his features at Manuela's sympathies. He missed his baby girl so much. It had been months since they'd ventured out of Midgar, and though he's certain she's safe with Elmyra, he can't always be sure he'll be able to come back to her in one piece. Now, at this place...
He glances up to the sky until the mistiness in his eyes abates and he can speak up again. He couldn't cry in front of a stranger, no matter how kind that stranger was! Had a reputation to maintain. But he does gently pat Manuela's hand on his arm in thanks.]
I sure do, every day. [...] Thanks, Manuela. You know, you're a real stand-up lady! Sorry again, for the way I talked to you earlier.
[He cheers up a little after that.] And yeah, I drink! Friend of mine's a bartender in fact — let's go and have that toast!
( so, it seems he decided to be someone's champion. it isn't something sylus would normally do, but he was feeling in the mood for some sort of entertainment; his own matches were severely lacking. not to say that all of them were terrible fighters, but he's used to this sort of thing. he can tell who is and who isn't. so, sure, he'll fight for someone else who doesn't seem at all interested.
the match goes well, if sylus says so himself. he still wins, but they make it a few rounds before sylus takes his victory. the crowd chants in excitement for him to claim the loser, but he's really not interested in that kind of thing. he doesn't fuck for sport or show. he does, however, take their money before he hops out of the ring and makes his way through the crowd.
it takes him a bit, but he finds the woman who asked for a stand-in, and makes his way over to her. sylus doesn't look too worse for wear — his self-healing still passively working, but he notices it's slower ( because i said so ) due to the bracelet — but there are some open cuts on his knuckles, a bite mark on his forearm, and some mottled bruising on his chin and likely on his sides. he sidles up to her and drops a bit of money on the table in front of her. it's not half of what he took, but enough to make a point. )
Your share, ( sarcastically, but in a fun, teasing way, ) milady.
[ manuela, the moment the crowd's attention had turned from her onto the silver-haired man she randomly pointed out, could have probably made her escape without much difficulty. as soon as the fists started flying, no one bothered to pay her any mind, and she certainly could have found an exit by the time first blood was drawn.
she didn't, though. she couldn't, really. her conscience simply wouldn't let her, and so she had resolved to stay the fight, if only to make sure the unwitting soul she'd thrown in her place would walk away from it without much harm. ]
That was, [ she pauses briefly, clearly looking for the right word here, ] impressive.
[ it was, in some ways, utterly terrifying to witness the man who smiled so easily turn into someone else entirely in the midst of a fight. terrifying, but also strangely mesmerizing; the man was clearly in his element, no matter how many hits he himself might have taken. but all that wasn't really the sort of thing one brought up in casual conversation. least of all with someone one had just met. ]
I'd clearly chosen well.
[ she glances down at the money on the table; it was mostly for show, and almost entirely vouchers. the players here didn't care for actual monetary rewards, even chips. it was all about the win. ]
You can keep your winnings. I'd rather take a look at your wounds, instead.
[ who needs counseling when the golden peacock takes it upon itself to let its troubled guests fuck it out, am i right?
oh don't look at me like that — obviously sex isn't a one stop shop solution to misunderstandings and miscommunication, but it certainly does provide the more stubborn guests an avenue to open up....... sometimes one simply has to do it literally first, that's all.
all this to say: the next time manuela and blade find themselves meeting again in one of the hotel's many movie sets, it is on far better terms than the last. indeed, manuela can only just barely hide her amusement as she settles on the twin-sized bed of her "step son" — a man who is far, far older than the teen the film isn't even trying all that hard to sell — its sheets adorned with footballs and hockey sticks and a number of other modern sports paraphernalia that go completely over manuela's head.
the setting is far less important than the premise, anyway. indeed, upon realizing who her scene partner was, manuela was suddenly far, far more invested in the storyline of an impassioned young man wholly determined to seduce his beautiful, mature stepmom.
because honestly. blade? an "impassioned teen"? seducing??? who wouldn't want to be front row for that? the true audience for this film is manuela herself. she is, as the kids say, sat. ]
[ while the previous setting had been oddly apropros for the two of them, given the way their relationship had been stretched taut by their meeting in the punishment room—this setting? is absolutely absurd. to begin with, while blade certainly looks younger than his nearly 800 years, he doubts that he could ever convince anyone that he's a teenager, even an older one. furthermore, just like manuela, the idea of him seducing someone is... well. fairly ridiculous, if he's being honest.
in comparison to the previous film blade had done more to study the script of this one, at least to ensure that he's not missing any major beats, but it's almost certainly for the best that there's not a whole lot of dialogue in compared to the, er, "action." ]
Oh... hey. [ dialogue that feels as awkward in blade's mouth as it sounds spoken aloud, but he's committed at least. ] Nothing much... I was just thinking about yesterday.
[ it's a silly premise. glimpsing his stepmother changing through an open bedroom door and running away with it? blade would never. yet here they are. ]
You know, how you left your door open for me... I like those panties on you.
[ Nobody has really taught Ferdinand how to send a text message, so he's still a bit formal with them. Especially since being formal is how he copes with nerves.
And oh, is he nervous. He can still scarcely believe how quickly things escalated when he'd discovered that Manuela was to be his co-star, and that largely is because of him. He was downright eager with her, learning his way around her body, and he hasn't been able to get the image of her writhing in pleasure out of his mind. He doesn't want to, and he feels a little guilty about that. ]
Hello, Manuela. I hope you are doing well and that I am not being too much of a bother.
I wanted to thank you for your understanding. Sharing a stage with you, even one like that, was a dream come true, and I hope you do not think me too crass if I say that I enjoyed the experience for other reasons as well. But I thought we might speak about it so that I can set my mind at ease, as well as apologize if I came off as too eager.
My room in the basement is rather shabby and I have precious little to wear, but I have made both the room and myself as presentable as I can. May I invite you when you have a moment?
[ At least he only sends it as one message, so there isn't a flurry of notifications. ]
[ why, yes, manuela has been expecting this. truthfully, she'd been dreading it, but just as sure as she is that the sun will always rise (fake as it is, here) so had she known that ferdinand, were he to remain in this space, would consider it his due diligence to address what is — in her opinion — better left untouched.
oh, don't get her wrong — it's not as if she abhorred what had transpired between them. quite the opposite, and rather obviously at that. but that is where the shame of it rests, isn't it? she can think of no less than five people who would not rest until they lectured themselves blue in the face over how disgraceful she'd acted, and with a former student at that! oh yes, she had had more than enough time to mull over such thoughts. and time some more to drink herself silly in her futile attempts to forget. ]
It's not a bother at all. I'm glad you reached out.
[ because, frankly, she would have been too much of a coward to do it herself. but as much as she might already be withering at the thought of it, they need to discuss what happened. ]
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Now slow down there, I was hardly going to let you test them out alone. Though I suppose it does make sense for one of us to still have her wits about her, just in case...
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🎀 wrap up here for now?
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Well where was my mind supposed to go, considering where we are?
[ of all the Adults to wind up here, it's the one whose mind is far more likely to wind up (and perhaps even begin) in the gutter. ]
Derdriu... Yes, I remember.
[ less so the details, and moreso that the empire's course of action had been to attempt to cripple the alliance first. quite selfishly, manuela had made it a point to know as little of the names of those involved as possible — particularly those of the deceased. ]
I'd been in Arianrhod for the better part of two years now. It'd been around five since the war began for me, too.
[ perhaps she shouldn't share such information so freely with someone of the opposing side... but the war is far away from them now, isn't it? or, she rather hoped it can be. ]
Ten months is no joke... Are you faring alright?
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[ Listen, it's fine. Of all the Adults to wind up here it's probably for the best that Manuela is here because she's more likely to last here longer than the other two. And not just in a stamina sort of way.
As for selfish reasons...Hilda wouldn't have blamed her. As she had quickly come to learn there was no point arguing how people chose to cope with the horrors of war. But privately, any former classmates Hilda had felled by her own axe were people she'd never forget. ]
I guess that means we've all come from after the war began.
Well. I'm still here so I suppose in that sense I'm faring as well as anyone can. How are you faring after they uhm...took some liberties with your profile? And your arrival? You weren't chased by weird half seagull, half men or stuffed into a trunk were you?
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🎀 puts a pretty little bow on this one
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I'm afraid that falls under doctor-patient confidentiality.
[ manuela that's not at all how that works— ]
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Cards?
Oh, you mean this silly game. I could care less about that.
[ she is not in any rush to return to the war left behind. at least not right now — so far, the guilt hasn't yet outweighed the relief for a reprieve. ]
Besides, I would much rather be with people who want me for me, and not because of any assignment I hold. Chasing after titles, creating connections based on the benefits to be gained... I'd done enough of that when I was still fighting to become famous.
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Oh, I see.
[There's a twinge of something- while she hadn't sent this message with that intent she is also someone who thinks deeply about the benefits of every relationship. Could she be doing something harmful with her idle interest?]
I think you deserve that.
[The self deprecation is strong as she considers abandoning the whole idea. Abort mission? Abort mission?]
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astra.
[ well then. extra points for enthusiasm, for sure. ]
Far be it for me to turn down any sort of flattery, but I should warn you those phrases don't actually turn me on.
[ just in case astra took her profile at face value... ]
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Besides, I'm curious about you now.
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narumi.
Resorting to such ridiculous tactics, one would think they were the "desperate" ones. Whatever happened to a good old fashioned mixer?
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wei wuxian.
Well don't you look as awful as I feel.
[ they meet at the entrance of the broken wing — wei wuxian about to walk in, manuela in the process of stepping out.
there is rueful camaraderie in her tone, certainly sympathetic to his plight. indeed, though she might look a little more put-together upon first glance, closer inspection will reveal evidence of her own plight in the slight disheveled state of her hair, the weary lines on her face, the way a shoulder strap seems perpetually at risk of slipping off.
she waves a hand in the air as she steps out of the entryway, the gesture slow enough as if caught buffering. ]
I wouldn't bother. Unless you happen to know what "Tylenol" is, they're as useless as the rest of the staff I've come across.
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But he nods blearily at her comment and lifts a hand to rub at his face. Okay, right. ]
I... don't know what a "Tylenol" is. Damn.
[ He might be dressed in more modern clothes now that he's here but it doesn't mean squat. He's still an oldie. He misses his robes. ]
Well, now what am I supposed to do? [ A pause and — ] What are we supposed to do?
[ You're now in this peril with him, Manuela. ]
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chobe.
[ manuela is used to being underestimated. such is the nature of the world (her world, at least), when one is both a woman and possessing of a personality as big and as bold as hers. and, the older she's gotten, the more she suffers such disregard. so it's always refreshing when someone — particularly of chobe's caliber — gives her her dues.
though she certainly has to laugh at his words. whether or not he means to imply what she infers, it's still amusing given the context of this place. ]
Perhaps it would surprise you how many men I've known who delighted in being able to call me "nurse" during our more intimate moments. I'm sure there are enough of those proclivities here.
Re: chobe.
[That goes, whoosh, right over his head. He's lived for decades, and is no stranger kinks, but specific roleplay is not one of them. Sure, at brothels some girls may giggle and pretend to indulge clients on taboo matters such as mother or daughter play, but that's about where his grasp of it ends.
So instead, he just looks confused, writing that off as a degradation thing.]
Haah? Most of you medical folks get yer coats twisted in a knot if you ain't addressed as "doctor" proper, right? You gotta have more pride than that.
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barret.
[ and just like that, manuela's steps roll to a stop. she had been quite determined, since barret's offer, to find some place of solace. preferably with a good drink, but she would have been just as happy to simply be away from those ludicrous games.
now, though, she wishes she had paid a little better attention. she wishes she had taken much better note of his tone, the look on his face when he spoke of having important people to get home to.
she turns to him, reaching out to place a gentle hand along his arm. ]
I'm sorry, Barret. You must miss her terribly.
[ to be away from a spouse, a lover, that is an awful thing. she imagines it would be like missing a limb. but to be ripped away from your own child... even an actress as talented as she couldn't hope to have an imagination vast enough to know what that must be like.
what comfort is there to offer for someone who must feel so adrift like that? ]
I do hope you drink, [ she says after a moment. she resumes her walking, only this time she has slipped her arm through his, as if touch alone can help transfer some of her energy through to him. ] Our toast to your escape will have to be a grand one.
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He glances up to the sky until the mistiness in his eyes abates and he can speak up again. He couldn't cry in front of a stranger, no matter how kind that stranger was! Had a reputation to maintain. But he does gently pat Manuela's hand on his arm in thanks.]
I sure do, every day. [...] Thanks, Manuela. You know, you're a real stand-up lady! Sorry again, for the way I talked to you earlier.
[He cheers up a little after that.] And yeah, I drink! Friend of mine's a bartender in fact — let's go and have that toast!
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shanks.
What a coincidence. I also enjoy a good drink, and good company. Though I sure you're already well aware of that.
[ considering their first meeting, where the seasoned songstress effortlessly kept pace with the pirate, glass for glass. ]
Have you discovered any new places since we saw each other last?
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[ Considering their first meeting. It had been eventful. ]
Unfortunately, no. Have you?
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just go with it from ur ♠️prompt
the match goes well, if sylus says so himself. he still wins, but they make it a few rounds before sylus takes his victory. the crowd chants in excitement for him to claim the loser, but he's really not interested in that kind of thing. he doesn't fuck for sport or show. he does, however, take their money before he hops out of the ring and makes his way through the crowd.
it takes him a bit, but he finds the woman who asked for a stand-in, and makes his way over to her. sylus doesn't look too worse for wear — his self-healing still passively working, but he notices it's slower ( because i said so ) due to the bracelet — but there are some open cuts on his knuckles, a bite mark on his forearm, and some mottled bruising on his chin and likely on his sides. he sidles up to her and drops a bit of money on the table in front of her. it's not half of what he took, but enough to make a point. )
Your share, ( sarcastically, but in a fun, teasing way, ) milady.
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she didn't, though. she couldn't, really. her conscience simply wouldn't let her, and so she had resolved to stay the fight, if only to make sure the unwitting soul she'd thrown in her place would walk away from it without much harm. ]
That was, [ she pauses briefly, clearly looking for the right word here, ] impressive.
[ it was, in some ways, utterly terrifying to witness the man who smiled so easily turn into someone else entirely in the midst of a fight. terrifying, but also strangely mesmerizing; the man was clearly in his element, no matter how many hits he himself might have taken. but all that wasn't really the sort of thing one brought up in casual conversation. least of all with someone one had just met. ]
I'd clearly chosen well.
[ she glances down at the money on the table; it was mostly for show, and almost entirely vouchers. the players here didn't care for actual monetary rewards, even chips. it was all about the win. ]
You can keep your winnings. I'd rather take a look at your wounds, instead.
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blade.
[ who needs counseling when the golden peacock takes it upon itself to let its troubled guests fuck it out, am i right?
oh don't look at me like that — obviously sex isn't a one stop shop solution to misunderstandings and miscommunication, but it certainly does provide the more stubborn guests an avenue to open up....... sometimes one simply has to do it literally first, that's all.
all this to say: the next time manuela and blade find themselves meeting again in one of the hotel's many movie sets, it is on far better terms than the last. indeed, manuela can only just barely hide her amusement as she settles on the twin-sized bed of her "step son" — a man who is far, far older than the teen the film isn't even trying all that hard to sell — its sheets adorned with footballs and hockey sticks and a number of other modern sports paraphernalia that go completely over manuela's head.
the setting is far less important than the premise, anyway. indeed, upon realizing who her scene partner was, manuela was suddenly far, far more invested in the storyline of an impassioned young man wholly determined to seduce his beautiful, mature stepmom.
because honestly. blade? an "impassioned teen"? seducing??? who wouldn't want to be front row for that? the true audience for this film is manuela herself. she is, as the kids say, sat. ]
What was it you wanted to speak with me about?
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in comparison to the previous film blade had done more to study the script of this one, at least to ensure that he's not missing any major beats, but it's almost certainly for the best that there's not a whole lot of dialogue in compared to the, er, "action." ]
Oh... hey. [ dialogue that feels as awkward in blade's mouth as it sounds spoken aloud, but he's committed at least. ] Nothing much... I was just thinking about yesterday.
[ it's a silly premise. glimpsing his stepmother changing through an open bedroom door and running away with it? blade would never. yet here they are. ]
You know, how you left your door open for me... I like those panties on you.
[ kill him. —oh wait. ]
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And oh, is he nervous. He can still scarcely believe how quickly things escalated when he'd discovered that Manuela was to be his co-star, and that largely is because of him. He was downright eager with her, learning his way around her body, and he hasn't been able to get the image of her writhing in pleasure out of his mind. He doesn't want to, and he feels a little guilty about that. ]
Hello, Manuela. I hope you are doing well and that I am not being too much of a bother.
I wanted to thank you for your understanding. Sharing a stage with you, even one like that, was a dream come true, and I hope you do not think me too crass if I say that I enjoyed the experience for other reasons as well. But I thought we might speak about it so that I can set my mind at ease, as well as apologize if I came off as too eager.
My room in the basement is rather shabby and I have precious little to wear, but I have made both the room and myself as presentable as I can. May I invite you when you have a moment?
[ At least he only sends it as one message, so there isn't a flurry of notifications. ]
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[ why, yes, manuela has been expecting this. truthfully, she'd been dreading it, but just as sure as she is that the sun will always rise (fake as it is, here) so had she known that ferdinand, were he to remain in this space, would consider it his due diligence to address what is — in her opinion — better left untouched.
oh, don't get her wrong — it's not as if she abhorred what had transpired between them. quite the opposite, and rather obviously at that. but that is where the shame of it rests, isn't it? she can think of no less than five people who would not rest until they lectured themselves blue in the face over how disgraceful she'd acted, and with a former student at that! oh yes, she had had more than enough time to mull over such thoughts. and time some more to drink herself silly in her futile attempts to forget. ]
It's not a bother at all. I'm glad you reached out.
[ because, frankly, she would have been too much of a coward to do it herself. but as much as she might already be withering at the thought of it, they need to discuss what happened. ]
I can meet you now, if that would be alright.
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sylus.
If you must know, I haven't had many here to begin with. So speaking ill of them now seems especially cruel.
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irene.
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cw: mentions of alcoholism
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clara.
sylus.
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chobe.
Re: chobe.
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