towerofanimus | I got so brave

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I got so brave

Characters: Summoner and Handmaid
Setting: Stairs and then… elsewhere?????
Format: Action????
Summary: The Summoner looks at his life and his choices. The Handmaid gets an earful about it
Warnings: Romantic incompetence. Everywhere

[He should really get more in the habit of thinking before he does anything]

[This is, of course, not the first time he’s come up with this truly revolutionary new plan for his life, and indeed it will not be the last. He is nothing if not stubbornly incapable of weighing the pros and cons of a decision before slamming into it face first. Kiss first? This is really not a situation he ever thought he’d find himself in, and he is uh… quite distracted this evening, rolling back and forth between whether he is still 0kay with what all happened with the Highblood or not]

[And well… being distracted, while climbing stairs, with dat rack? Only bad things can come of this. Watch out…]

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[...LJSDLFJ OH SHIT. Kinda... tilts his head back which is the best he can do for getting them away from her at the moment]

Sorry, uh... [..wait, hey that's really rude. And also weird coming from a redblood. Confused stare for a second. She doesn't look that much older then him. Ehhhhh]

[Smirks faintly] Well, that's not very, nice. I thought we were, allies.

[She crosses her arms, eyeing him.]

That doesn't mean I need to be nice to you.

[Heh! Handmaid, no don't you eye him like that. You're such a tsun, jesus]

[...although. Suddenly looking her over, curiously... She seems like a no nonsense kind of person. And she's a lowblood so she'll have a good perspective on this. Right? No, Summoner, just... no. But he'll try anyway]

Good. Then uh... could I possibly ask your, opinion about something...?

[She has no idea what that look means!]

What?

[IT MEANS HE'S MAKING BAD DECISIONS AGAIN. FUCK. Okay, he grins at that because thank goodness, and then... glances up and down the stairway. Shakes his head ever so slightly. Not enough that his horns get near her again at least. Small blessings]

We should, find someplace to talk, I think. [...almost reaches out to grab her wrist and pull her after him, thinks better of it, and gestures up the stairs instead. Shall we go up, Handmaid my dear?]

[Now she looks a little unsure, but she follows anyway, god help her. She shouldn't even care about his stupid problems.]

[He... doesn't catch the unsure look. If he did, he'd probably ask what's up, or at least give her an out. But... distracted and all that. And I guess they're pretty low in the tower, because he is going to stop for a second at the fourth floor, look around it and finally wander in]

[There is a kind of odd moment where he... looks completely lost. Pile-ing instincts are not usually his, and it's sort of weird to get them all of a sudden like this, even if they are surrounded by cushy looking chairs and stuff. He supposes this is probably the closest he's gotten to a feelings jam in quite awhile, but... hhhh nope nope nope. Keeping this as professional as possible. Only glances at her out of the corner of his eye as he wanders around and tries to find someplace to sit]

You know the Grand Highblood, right? [...] Or... hm. Know of him, at least...?

[Pile-ing instincts are something she's never dealt with before, so she doesn't think too much of it when she picks the biggest, squishiest couch.]

What about him?

[This is going to be stupid. She can feel it.]

[...Handmaid no. Stands kind of... awkwardly off to one side for a second... before deciding fuck it he will do what he wants, which has become an inexplicably recurring mantra for him lately. Sigh. SIGH. Sits next to her, a respectable distance away even if it is a squishy fucking couch so they end up kind of... dipping towards the center anyway lsdjf]

[.................okay just. Say it. Yes. Okay]

What would you say to, a hypothetical lowblooded person who, had maybe kissed him. And was perhaps, thinking about uh... doing it again. Later.

[Staring.

Staring.

Staring can you feel her judgement Summoner????]

I would say you're an idiot who is going to get himself culled.

[lakjsldkflkjsdf YES HE FEELS IT. PLS STOP. Glances at her. Holds her gaze for like... less then a second. Decides his twiddly thumbs are more interesting instead]

He uh... had a chance to cull me, though. And he didn't. Uh. [welp] A couple, chances... actually.

[MORE JUDGMENT.]

Then he's toying with you.

[Wait hold up why does she even care? She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes and does her best to look apathetic.]

[GOD STOP JUDGING HIM. And really you're lucky Handmaid, cause he doesn't even think about why she'd care or not lkjsdf He asked for her advice and figures that is all that is happening here]

[...well. At least until he looks over again and sees her looking all... weirdly defensive. Confused stare... What are you even...]

That uh... thought had occurred to me. Yes. [sobs he doesn't want it to be true though??? FEELINGS??????]

[YUP STILL WEIRDLY DEFENSIVE she doesn't care if you die nope nope nope!]

Why are you asking me?

[Even more confusion!!! Wow stop you don't need to be confusing on him too gosh Handmaid he has enough to deal with already]

[Little sigh...] I guess uh... I thought you would give the best advice, about this. Since you seem like a, straight forward sort of person. And also have a uh... hemopectrum experience similar to, mine. [Lowbloods sticking together through adversity YEEEEEAAAAAAH]

[She blinks at him. Everything about what he's saying is confusing.]

Do I?

[What... What a weird... question to ask, not least because he's not sure which one of those things she's asking about... Assumes the hemospectrum stuff cause that's easier, and involves fewer Emotions]

Uh. I would, think so... Unless, I guess, you are from really far in the past, or the future...? [...wow, hopefully not the future since she said that whole thing about how he's gonna die and accomplish nothing........]

[She meant both, actually. She hesitates, biting her bottom lip for a moment before shrugging.]

I'm from your future.

[................OH. OKAY]

U-uhm... [Looks... like he's been slapped in the face. I mean, it's one thing for the Condesce to say he fails, cause... well she's a bitch so who even cares. But for this lady to say it when she has been generally okay to be around despite the occasional bit of tsun? When he trusted(?) her enough to ask her advice... Well, this is a little... Hm]

[Sort of recovers, enough to get his voice back a little anyway: ]

You're sure...

[She doesn't know why his expression has such an effect on her, or why she immediately regrets her answer. She shifts uncomfortably, debating with herself for a moment before adding:]

Sort of. It's... Complicated.

[...well what the fuck does that even mean. Fuck. LKSJDFLKJ okay so it's not like he really thought he'd get anywhere, but he spent so long convincing himself that that was just his own lack of cONFIDENCE. Having it pulled out from under him is a little... messy. He can't really decide whether he's angry or... depressed, and her vague as fuck answer isn't really helping. There's a sharp snap in his voice that wasn't there before]

There's nothing complicated, about it, Coleta. Either you, are or you aren't. [Frustrated sigh. He's just... kind of... staring at her now, trying to ignore the way his insides are twisting themselves up]

[Oh god oh god oh god.

She feels her own insides twisting with panic, partially because she hates that tone in his voice and partially because she doesn't get why she cares. He's just another rebel leader who got his predictable ending. It doesn't matter.

Except for some reason it does to her.

She shifts in place, scooting away and tucking her legs underneath her.]

I'm... I can... Time-travel.

[Why is she telling him this why is she telling him this??? She regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth and looks away from him, focusing intensely on a loose thread on the pillow beside her.]

[Oh. hhhhh, the way she retreats like that makes him swallow the anger a little at least. He doesn't want to hurt her. He wants to hurt something. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he just wants to go to sleep, pretend like this whole conversation didn't happen...]

[Normally he'd scoff at that answer, call her crazy, maybe leave. Time travel isn't possible. Shouldn't be. But he's seen things in the tower that make him question whether maybe he understands the rules of the world as well as he thought]

[He doesn't know what to say, doesn't even know if she's telling the truth, so he... keeps watching her, even if his eyes have gone sort of dull. Waiting for her to look at him again so he can... look in her eyes. See if she's lying. Wow okay...]

[She stares down at the cushion resolutely for a moment, but she can feel him watching her, and so finally glances over, just for a second. She's not lying, obviously, though suddenly she wishes she were. She wishes she didn't know how horribly his rebellion failed. But she shouldn't. She shouldn't care. And now she's internally panicking.]

[Oh god... Oh man oh god oh... kay... uh. Kind of... grips his knee, sticking his claws into it unconsciously. Probably he will draw blood fairly shortly here]

So. You knew... When you said, I would-- [die and fail and--] you knew.

[Okay... wow. Alright... He is kind of panicking too, don't even worry!!!]

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