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Date: 2018-06-14 05:48 pm (UTC)
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
It isn't really all that- okay, okay, fine.

[Don't give him that face, geez. He gives. And clears his throat a little, for theatrics.]

Fine. I had a whole... stupid speech planned out. I'd say, Cyril, you ought to congratulate me you know and then you'd say...

[C'mon, play along, Cyril.]

Date: 2018-06-14 06:04 pm (UTC)
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
No. You'd say congratulate you for what, Sorrel?

[This is how your voice sounds, Cyril. If your voice were pitched a couple of octaves higher, for some reason. And had the accent played up. Just so you know.]

And then I'd tell you about all the sex I've been having. Come on, Cyril, I congratulate you [Faux-whining tone included] is what I'd say.

...and then you say "Congratulations".

Date: 2018-06-14 08:30 pm (UTC)
writteninblood: (Rhamnus frangula)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
Yeah, for a while now, actually. It's been-- I don't even know.

[He laughs at the congratulations, and shoves another load into another box, to emphasize his own joy.]

You know I... I think maybe it'll be alright, with him. When I went back with the clan, when I left, we talked about what might happen and I tried to tell him that... That I got it, that if he wanted to see someone else, while I was gone... [Sorrel laughs, and shakes his head, then looks up at Cyril with the most ridiculous, lopsided smile.] You know what he did?

Date: 2018-06-15 02:11 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Leontodon taraxacoides)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
He waited. I told him not to, but-- he could probably tell how much it bothered me. He waited, and.

[Sorrel meant for that to come out much stronger, but despite himself the goofy, soft smile is turning everything... mushy.]

Anyways, I've never done this before, so I have no idea how good I've been, but I haven't exactly heard any complaining, so.

Date: 2018-06-18 05:27 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Quercus robur)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
Hah. Well. [Look at him blush!] You're not... not wrong.

[Adasse has indeed been... quite attentive. Quite attentive indeed.]

Cyril, did you ever-- [Sorrel stops himself] No, nevermind, it's stupid. Tell me where you're staying, if not here.

Date: 2018-06-18 11:12 pm (UTC)
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
Did you ever... You know me as well as anyone, and there wasn't ever really anything there, but did you ever wonder about... you and me?

[And, almost as soon as he says it, embarrassment ebbs in and he punctuates it with a little laugh.]

See? That's what I'll call a stupid question.

Date: 2018-06-21 03:00 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Quercus robur)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
[sorrel smiles at that, takes a breath to laugh about it and only then do the words catch up to him.]

What?

[forget dignity, that definitely came out as a squeak]

What? [He pauses for a moment to think about it for a few heartbeats longer] No-- What? Really?

I... D- Why?

Date: 2018-06-21 03:17 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Default)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
No, not... [He reconsiders this question too] Why would she-- no, nevermind, I can already see it happening.

[Cyril would see someone and wander off and be... himself, just as he is, beautiful and bright, and sometimes just utterly feckless. And then Sorrel, or the version of Sorrel in his mind's eye would... would feel sort of the way the real Sorrel had felt when trying to reconcile with the reality of what Adasse seeing other people might be like.]

Merrick, though? [Then, in a tone probably more appropriate to scolding a cat who's jumped on a table she isn't allowed up on, rather than the idea of lusting after one's own sibling:]Cyril.

Date: 2018-06-21 03:29 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
[Yes, well you're talking to Sorrel, the man who could not believe anyone would ever want to love him right up until Adasse bridal-carried him out of Darktown. He's not the brightest star in the sky, when it comes to romance.]

Why am I only just finding out about this now. Do you even know how long... [He laughs and shoves Cyril, heedless of whatever burden he's carrying.] And listen to you, like it's so easy. Oh I'm working through those issues, don't worry. You're ridiculous.