[open] I ignored the raging currents, right against the tide I swam

[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia is currently in the common room, reading a history book. She yawns and turns the page, making a face. She's getting a little bored of it--surprise, surprise--and would enjoy any sort of company. Perhaps she might like a certain Earl (or a certain ~kitchen rat~; might as well include him, considering >.>) to come by, but she's not

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[not_snake_bite]

Of course Steerpike (oblivious to Iphigenia's infidelities, thankfully) will be happy to entertain her.

He comes by and bows, then looks at her interestedly, head tilted. "My lady - it has been a while, has it not?"

He's been busy making himself a scholar. So that he could be ~worthy~. (That's his excuse, anyway.)

[ohmaiden]

She immediately looks up, closing her book. "It has, yes," she says, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "How have you been?"

[not_snake_bite]

He stands straight, the picture of academic seriousness.

"I have been held by my master's demands, alas. Pray forgive me, if I've neglected our -- time together."

[ohmaiden]

She nods very seriously. "Yes, I understand. I've missed you, but sometimes things are important."

[not_snake_bite]

"I want to be worthy of you," he replies emphatically. "To be a simple kitchen aid would not do."

[ohmaiden]

Ddjsfhjds.

"--That's very noble of you."

[not_snake_bite]

"I can only wish the best for you, my lady," he replies, still obsequiously. "My master has given me leave, this afternoon. Might we walk to the lake?"

[ohmaiden]

She grins, nodding. "Of course! I'd love to." She stands and might take his hand in hers.

[not_snake_bite]

He takes it, of course. "I am glad. There are important matters of which I would entertain you, if you please."

[ohmaiden]

"Important? Like what?"

[not_snake_bite]

"I've come across a madman, dangerous in the extreme," he tells her. "He seems to have taken an interest in destroying my honor."

[ohmaiden]

"--A madman?" She's immediately worried.

[not_snake_bite]

"Though he may not look it," Steerpike adds. "But he has assumed the identity of a lordling who is, as I know, but a babe at the crib."

[ohmaiden]

"--Really? That's..." She bites her lip. "Frightening." She might squeeze his hand a little tighter.

[not_snake_bite]

"So it is, and he claims that he killed me, though he never did."

He squeezes her hand back, trying to be reassuring.

Things are working perfectly. Just. As. Planned.

[ohmaiden]

"Thank the gods for that," she murmurs, looking at him.