Open RP: Mel with the worry-stick in the library

[totallyluminous]

The fact they have saved the world really ought to be a cause for celebration. A party in the Great Hall or something. None of them got injured, since there was no big brawl between the forces of good and evil, nothing that would look especially awesome in an action movie, just an angel in hand-painted basketball boots entreating a Navajo girl to

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[fiercefluffy]

Octavian definitely does not want to know about the intimacies of angels. That would be gross too. He'd prefer to keep all that in a safely allegorical and metaphorical context. Even Zeus giving Danae a golden shower is less objectionable than the amorous grapplings of teen angels, surely

[fiercefluffy]

"Oh, we could discuss that for hours," says Octavian, more brightly. He finds that question much more interesting than the not-hypothetical peccadilloes of angels.

[totallyluminous]

Mel snerks a bit. 'Yeah, I have to do that for school.' Is this what Maia sees in him? The philosophical Octavian? She looks at the clock, and decides it's now or never. She changes the subject once more.

'So. You and Maia?'

[fiercefluffy]

"We have to. For school," he said with a perfectly straight face.

[totallyluminous]

Mel raises an eyebrow, and gets up. She leans in, almost over him, and says. 'Yeah. If you hurt her, I'm going to kill you. By the way.'

Matter-of-fact tone, but she means it. Don't hurt Maia more than she's already been hurt.

[fiercefluffy]

Pfft. "It's rare anyone overestimates me. I should mark this on the calendar."

Octavian? Hurt Maia? That's like ... like ... asking him not to hurt a river of molten lava, or a typhoon. It's a physical and philosophical impossibility.

"If you can induce Brice to talk to her, I might be able to suggest she talk to him."

[totallyluminous]

Read your Othello, Octavian. Act 4, scene. 'Had it pleased heaven...' Mental torment can outweigh physical. And Maia's fragile in trust. Don't fuck it up.

She nods, and her expression makes it clear that she thinks he can. 'I'll see you, then.'

[fiercefluffy]

He nods. "Owling isn't the best idea in this instance. I can generally be found in the Little Green Apple."

Moping.