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eyesforward) wrote2009-04-12 11:15 am
eyesforward) wrote2009-04-12 11:15 am
let's demeleier
[Sadie's been in this miserable hole for only a couple of days. All things considered, she thinks, it could be a lot worse—she has a croft all to herself, which is certainly better than nothing. Makes things a lot easier. And people are really helpful. A lot of people have already reached out to her a bit, making sure she's got what she needs. She's familiar enough with how to use her mirror, which she's left back in her bed, under her pillow. She even has a ball of iron in her pants pocket.
That's not to say that she isn't carrying around an idle sense of dread in the back of her mind, of course. There's lots of violent attacks by monsters, which, you know, even if Sadie is a pretty capable and independent person, is still a frightening and stressful prospect. That besides, Sadie's learned that the time spent in this place, while it at least isn't forever, is indeterminate; she doesn't know when next she'll see her friends, or her mom.
She knows it's useless to dwell on that too much, though—so she's trying to focus on something more productive. So right now, she's just focusing on splitting logs on top a tree stump—she doesn't need a ton of firewood for herself personally, but extra doesn't hurt. She'd like to have some resources to share in return for the kindness that these fellow captive inhabitants have shown her...
She's been at it a while. Splitting another small log in half cleanly with a well-centered, heavy chop, Sadie deflates with a heavy exhale, wiping sweat off her brow. She was a little chilly earlier, but now she's honestly a little over-warm, and a little winded. Maybe she'd gone a little too hard. She decides it's time for a break. She rests the hatchet atop the splintered stump.]
That's not to say that she isn't carrying around an idle sense of dread in the back of her mind, of course. There's lots of violent attacks by monsters, which, you know, even if Sadie is a pretty capable and independent person, is still a frightening and stressful prospect. That besides, Sadie's learned that the time spent in this place, while it at least isn't forever, is indeterminate; she doesn't know when next she'll see her friends, or her mom.
She knows it's useless to dwell on that too much, though—so she's trying to focus on something more productive. So right now, she's just focusing on splitting logs on top a tree stump—she doesn't need a ton of firewood for herself personally, but extra doesn't hurt. She'd like to have some resources to share in return for the kindness that these fellow captive inhabitants have shown her...
She's been at it a while. Splitting another small log in half cleanly with a well-centered, heavy chop, Sadie deflates with a heavy exhale, wiping sweat off her brow. She was a little chilly earlier, but now she's honestly a little over-warm, and a little winded. Maybe she'd gone a little too hard. She decides it's time for a break. She rests the hatchet atop the splintered stump.]
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[Lars scoffs, sinking comically in his seat in a sudden slouch, arms crossing tightly.]
Ain't nothin' between us to be okay.
[Suspicious pause. Lars narrows his eyes at Eniko.]
Why you even askin'?
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Well—the way you said his name just now! [she makes a face, trying to imitate Lars' tone of voice:] "Ugh, Ezekiel"—like that!
[she finally finishes slicing through the cheese, and puts the knife down. She takes a bite out of one slice, and holds out another to him like a trust offering.]
What's up? You can tell me—I'm a really good listener.
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Not interested in you listening...
[Except Lars loves attention. He actually loves feeling like people care about his problems, or his emotional well being. It's nice. And kind of rare, actually? Besides Sadie and Steven...
But he can't let as much on. Lars punctuates his eye-roll by taking a bite of the cheese slice given to him by Eniko.]
He just rubs me the wrong way, alright? I don't particularly feel like talkin' about it.
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Well, have you gotten to know him? First impressions aren't everything.
[she pours a shot of rum into one of two clay mugs on the table and slides it towards him, then starts pouring herself some.]
You ever hear about what happened when he got here? This time, I mean. It's the second time he's been in the village.
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Lars is about to ask why the fuck he'd wanna get to know Ezekiel, A GAY FUCK DEMON, but he gets sidetracked by her follow-up question.]
—No... [His answer is cautious, like he doesn't wanna let on that he's curious. He swallows his mouthful of cheese.] What, did he close a door on his tail and get himself trapped for a couple weeks? [If there is one thing Lars appreciates scornfully about Ezekiel, it's his dim intellect. Lars is no genius, but Ezekiel is something else completely.]
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[she says, as she snickers through a mouthful of cheese. She recovers and tells the story, still ginning broadly:]
No, he didn't do that, but it's pretty good: one day, he just showed up totally naked, with just a silver codpiece on—real, solid silver! It was shaped like a swan, too! He had to go see the blacksmith and have her hack it off for him. Poor thing—she blushed for about an entire week, but now they're friends!
[probably. Eniko likes Matsue and she likes Ezekiel, so she likes imagining the two of them as best buds.]
1/2
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What the hell was you tellin' me that supposed to illuminate!?
[Lars did not particularly want to think about Ezekiel naked—or wearing a stupid silver codpiece. He'll probably find it funny in retrospect......but]
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Ahaha—it was meant to illustrate that, like, first impressions are just that! Sometimes they're really, really awkward, but then, as time goes on, you see more of the other person and your view about them changes.
[she snickers and shoves the cheese in her mouth]
...Or less of the other person, in poor Matsu's case.
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[Except... You know, Lars has been cooking with Ezekiel, and he is pretty likable... Lars has gotten to know him a little... Which just pisses Lars off more!! Ezekiel is nice, hot, huge, hung, resourceful... and basically, not gay enough for Lars. Uh. But all of that in a totally jealous, heterosexual way.
Lars's insecurities make it impossible for him to like people, sometimes. If he had nothing to do with Sadie, of course, Lars would probably like him quite a bit—aside from feeling vaguely threatened by Ezekiel's gayness.]
It's no like—problem, though. I deal just fine. I get my stuff done. Who cares.
[INDIGNANT CHEESE BITE]
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[she grins at him in a "yeah, suuuure" kind of way.]
Heh, I think you do care. Hey—[she leans in a bit, her tone turning more honest and less trying to push his buttons:]—even if you can get along on your own, it's way better with friends. Especially here.