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queencrimson) wrote2015-03-26 11:02 pm
queencrimson) wrote2015-03-26 11:02 pm
signeg; romancing the garlean
Memory: SigNeg; Romancing the Garlean: Oh Fuck
Regained: Day 135, Little Witch
Summary: Aw, shit.
"Tell him." [Carnelian] looked up from the book she'd been reading and scowled. The pale sunseeker standing over the back of the couch couldn't see the expression, really, but she knew he knew anyway. His ear flicked, and he smirked back at her.
"Tell who what, Mahj?" U'Mahji sighed. [Carnelian] knew he wouldn't take that as an answer, and knew exactly what he meant, in point of fact, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that.
"That Hyur boy you've been mooning over for weeks. Everyone can tell, you know."
"...There's nothing to tell--"
"Do you think I believe that, after what I heard about Brayflox?"
She scowls far more deeply, and snaps her book shut, standing up. "I don't see how that's relevant--"
U'mahji holds up a hand, cutting her off.
"You've been distracted. Everyone's been preparing for our battle with Titan, but you've been faltering. They don't know--they don't know you." He gestures down at her book. "For instance, you've been on the same page for five minutes."
She splutters, and steps back. He isn't wrong--she's felt off lately, since before Brayflox, since they went to the U tribe's nunh for help, but what did that have to do with anything? Mahji doesn't give her time to respond, leaning farther over the couch to pinch her cheek.
"You get this way when you're stuck on someone. You flubbed your first month and a half of arcanist training because of Jacke, remember--"
"Mahji--!" He pinches harder.
"But I bet it's someone else on your mind. Bet you're inside because you can't focus at all if you're out in the field with him...not even his body, eh?"
"I am not in love with Al--"
The door of the inn room they'd rented as a meeting room creaked in warning as it opened, and she swallowed her sentence and yanked Mahji the rest of the way over the couch. It was [Axe], and for a strange, long moment, her heart seemed to be hammering in her ears.
Did he hear?
But [Axe] just stared at the two of them, shook his head, and laughed. He ruffled her hair as he passed, and dropped a bag of crystals on the table. She couldn't really even focus on whatever he was discussing with Mahji now.
Logically, she knew to isolate the problem. It wasn't as though this had never happened before. She was twenty-three years old, she knew damn well what it was like to be in love. Run a list of the symptoms, it couldn't possibly match... Heightened pulse, check. Difficulty focusing, check. Strong desire for their company, check. Absolute trust, check, check, check... Fuck.
"--sie? Rosalyn!"
She started, looking up at [Axe], who seemed both unamused and a touch...concerned, perhaps? No, she couldn't let her imagination run away with her.
"What? I'm sorry, I was...thinking over a problem." He sighed, and shook his head.
"Well, focus on this one for a second. You can use these crystals, right?" She glanced over at the table--wind, lightning, water.
"...Maybe not for the fight, but I can use them, yes."
"Good. Now go to sleep, we can't have to dozing off in the middle of battle, Fearless Leader." She made a face at him, but he was already turning to leave. Which left her ample time to panic. Sleeping with her second-in-command had been one thing, but this? What the hell was she supposed to do about this? As the door shut, she sank back down to the couch, face in her hand. She felt Mahji's hand on her shoulder, after a moment or two.
"...What am I supposed to do now, Mahj?"
"Tell him."
She made a muffled yell into her hands. It was never that simple.
Effects/Notes
-Fuck
-Same catboy from the fall. Apparently we go way back.
-There's my first name.
-I am terrible with feelings
Regained: Day 135, Little Witch
Summary: Aw, shit.
"Tell him." [Carnelian] looked up from the book she'd been reading and scowled. The pale sunseeker standing over the back of the couch couldn't see the expression, really, but she knew he knew anyway. His ear flicked, and he smirked back at her.
"Tell who what, Mahj?" U'Mahji sighed. [Carnelian] knew he wouldn't take that as an answer, and knew exactly what he meant, in point of fact, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that.
"That Hyur boy you've been mooning over for weeks. Everyone can tell, you know."
"...There's nothing to tell--"
"Do you think I believe that, after what I heard about Brayflox?"
She scowls far more deeply, and snaps her book shut, standing up. "I don't see how that's relevant--"
U'mahji holds up a hand, cutting her off.
"You've been distracted. Everyone's been preparing for our battle with Titan, but you've been faltering. They don't know--they don't know you." He gestures down at her book. "For instance, you've been on the same page for five minutes."
She splutters, and steps back. He isn't wrong--she's felt off lately, since before Brayflox, since they went to the U tribe's nunh for help, but what did that have to do with anything? Mahji doesn't give her time to respond, leaning farther over the couch to pinch her cheek.
"You get this way when you're stuck on someone. You flubbed your first month and a half of arcanist training because of Jacke, remember--"
"Mahji--!" He pinches harder.
"But I bet it's someone else on your mind. Bet you're inside because you can't focus at all if you're out in the field with him...not even his body, eh?"
"I am not in love with Al--"
The door of the inn room they'd rented as a meeting room creaked in warning as it opened, and she swallowed her sentence and yanked Mahji the rest of the way over the couch. It was [Axe], and for a strange, long moment, her heart seemed to be hammering in her ears.
Did he hear?
But [Axe] just stared at the two of them, shook his head, and laughed. He ruffled her hair as he passed, and dropped a bag of crystals on the table. She couldn't really even focus on whatever he was discussing with Mahji now.
Logically, she knew to isolate the problem. It wasn't as though this had never happened before. She was twenty-three years old, she knew damn well what it was like to be in love. Run a list of the symptoms, it couldn't possibly match... Heightened pulse, check. Difficulty focusing, check. Strong desire for their company, check. Absolute trust, check, check, check... Fuck.
"--sie? Rosalyn!"
She started, looking up at [Axe], who seemed both unamused and a touch...concerned, perhaps? No, she couldn't let her imagination run away with her.
"What? I'm sorry, I was...thinking over a problem." He sighed, and shook his head.
"Well, focus on this one for a second. You can use these crystals, right?" She glanced over at the table--wind, lightning, water.
"...Maybe not for the fight, but I can use them, yes."
"Good. Now go to sleep, we can't have to dozing off in the middle of battle, Fearless Leader." She made a face at him, but he was already turning to leave. Which left her ample time to panic. Sleeping with her second-in-command had been one thing, but this? What the hell was she supposed to do about this? As the door shut, she sank back down to the couch, face in her hand. She felt Mahji's hand on her shoulder, after a moment or two.
"...What am I supposed to do now, Mahj?"
"Tell him."
She made a muffled yell into her hands. It was never that simple.
Effects/Notes
-Fuck
-Same catboy from the fall. Apparently we go way back.
-There's my first name.
-I am terrible with feelings