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Who: Isley (swordofthenorth) and Priscilla (oneforthewar)
When: November 13th, nighttime
Where: The ever popular ruins.
Format: Action with a tl;dr setup, IDEK.
What: ...well Priscilla's been spazzing out for a while now, due to an affectionate moment or two on the roof after this thread. After a training session, this shall be addressed! What follows is awkward and revelations and flailing no doubt.
Warnings: ...derpness and probably cannibalism references? No actual cannibalism though! If there is one thing I can say about logs with Priscilla in them, its that no active cannibalism will be taking place.
[There are a couple of turning points in any given day, she figures - like when you decide whether to sit in the house and play with the cat (not that she wanted to do that any time recently...) vs. going into the cold and performing various duties of a supply gathering or monster-battling nature. That sort of thing - little but momentous decisions that determine what you're doing and whether you're inside a house when the hurricane hits!]
[...not that there is a hurricane. It's just an example.]
[What Priscilla has come to determine over the past few months of dealing with Isley is that everything she does is a big decision. Saying hello the first time he showed his face on the Network? Huge. Going to the ruins instead of telling him to find his own cloak? Massive. Every time she steps outside to meet him for training, every favor she asks, every time she answers his messages, his comments on... whatever rambling she's doing at the time, every time she answers his "how about a walk" or "what about a nice spar?" with yes instead of oh my gosh, no, I think I'm supposed to wash my hair, and every time she speaks to anyone she knows and doesn't mention that she's seen him, or talked to him, usually within the past day or so?]
[Immeasurable.]
[Pulling her hand back that night, when he tried to touch her, that could have been a big decision. Some kind of turning point, or a point in the favor of sanity. And for about a half a second, it was. She can remember it very clearly, the way her fingers curled toward her palm, and the surge of panic in her stomach, in her chest. That was big.]
[...but reversing it... reaching back to the same hand she'd drawn away from, letting him hold her - even just a part of her - without any functional or practical purpose? Leaning against him, breathing his scent, watching the stars... that was even bigger.]
[And showing up to train with him after that, despite all her uncertainty? That may be the most significant part. She's just... not sure what the significance is.]
[It would be easier if she were. If she knew her own head. Maybe then she wouldn't be awkward and distracted through their training session, awkward and distracted and quiet as it winds down, and totally at a loss once the blades have been sheathed, and it's only her and him, and moonlight and mist and silence - so much silence. She almost wants to break it, but... well. She also wants to slowly back away and let the quiet swallow the footsteps of her retreat.]
[It's almost as annoying as that strange ache inside her - something she can't quite identify.]
[...given all that, she chews on her bottom lip and, as per usual, decides to make things up.]
Did you... hear that there's some kind of creature running around out here. A... wolf? Something like that. [She frowns.]
Not that you need to worry about something like that. I just... thought I'd say it.
...because no one's mentioned it yet. I mean, to you.
[...well the silence is broken, anyway.]
When: November 13th, nighttime
Where: The ever popular ruins.
Format: Action with a tl;dr setup, IDEK.
What: ...well Priscilla's been spazzing out for a while now, due to an affectionate moment or two on the roof after this thread. After a training session, this shall be addressed! What follows is awkward and revelations and flailing no doubt.
Warnings: ...derpness and probably cannibalism references? No actual cannibalism though! If there is one thing I can say about logs with Priscilla in them, its that no active cannibalism will be taking place.
[There are a couple of turning points in any given day, she figures - like when you decide whether to sit in the house and play with the cat (not that she wanted to do that any time recently...) vs. going into the cold and performing various duties of a supply gathering or monster-battling nature. That sort of thing - little but momentous decisions that determine what you're doing and whether you're inside a house when the hurricane hits!]
[...not that there is a hurricane. It's just an example.]
[What Priscilla has come to determine over the past few months of dealing with Isley is that everything she does is a big decision. Saying hello the first time he showed his face on the Network? Huge. Going to the ruins instead of telling him to find his own cloak? Massive. Every time she steps outside to meet him for training, every favor she asks, every time she answers his messages, his comments on... whatever rambling she's doing at the time, every time she answers his "how about a walk" or "what about a nice spar?" with yes instead of oh my gosh, no, I think I'm supposed to wash my hair, and every time she speaks to anyone she knows and doesn't mention that she's seen him, or talked to him, usually within the past day or so?]
[Immeasurable.]
[Pulling her hand back that night, when he tried to touch her, that could have been a big decision. Some kind of turning point, or a point in the favor of sanity. And for about a half a second, it was. She can remember it very clearly, the way her fingers curled toward her palm, and the surge of panic in her stomach, in her chest. That was big.]
[...but reversing it... reaching back to the same hand she'd drawn away from, letting him hold her - even just a part of her - without any functional or practical purpose? Leaning against him, breathing his scent, watching the stars... that was even bigger.]
[And showing up to train with him after that, despite all her uncertainty? That may be the most significant part. She's just... not sure what the significance is.]
[It would be easier if she were. If she knew her own head. Maybe then she wouldn't be awkward and distracted through their training session, awkward and distracted and quiet as it winds down, and totally at a loss once the blades have been sheathed, and it's only her and him, and moonlight and mist and silence - so much silence. She almost wants to break it, but... well. She also wants to slowly back away and let the quiet swallow the footsteps of her retreat.]
[It's almost as annoying as that strange ache inside her - something she can't quite identify.]
[...given all that, she chews on her bottom lip and, as per usual, decides to make things up.]
Did you... hear that there's some kind of creature running around out here. A... wolf? Something like that. [She frowns.]
Not that you need to worry about something like that. I just... thought I'd say it.
...because no one's mentioned it yet. I mean, to you.
[...well the silence is broken, anyway.]