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red gaze

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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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Comments

[bowtography]

[ March 7th is waiting for him at one of the outdoor tables, with one cup of steaming coffee and one tall plastic cup of... it's hard to say what it is, there's a ton of whipped cream obscuring the color.

She's also in a light blue trench coat and sunglasses. This is a true statement. I hate this.

Though the sunglasses get pushed up to rest on her head before she waves at him. ]

You're better than most people I know, actually!

[immortalpoet]

...

[Wow this isn't sus at ALL. Not at all!!! NOPE!!!]


[He sits down, with no aplomb or change in expression.]

Mm. Old habits.

[A beat.]

What did you want to ask me.

[MIGHT AS WELL GET IT OUT OF THE WAY]

[bowtography]

For starters, if you wanted anything besides coffee? They have muffins.

[ Muffins! A muffin, Verg! ]

[immortalpoet]

I'm not that hungry.

[Nooooo muffins.]

But thanks.

[bowtography]

No problem.

[ She's all smiles. ]

Malkuth's been talking about you a lot.

[immortalpoet]

[MOVING HIS CHAIR BACK AS IF TO LEAVE]

[bowtography]

Oh stop, it's fine! I'm not gonna do anything to you!!

[ She's just a petite young lady, you emotionally-stunted wuss!! ]

[immortalpoet]

Ugh.

[UGH]

So what is this, then?

[bowtography]

An effort to get to know you better, since my best friend speaks so highly of you.

[ Also an investigation, but since it's not a lie, her tone is very sincere. ]

[immortalpoet]

.........


[FOLDING HIS ARMS]

Fine. She probably speaks highly of everyone.

[bowtography]

..............

[ FOLDING HER ARMS. ]

I can't believe you two are even saying the same thing...

[immortalpoet]

Saying the same thing....how?

[??????????????]

[bowtography]

That you don't treat her any differently than you'd treat anyone else.

[ She just sighs. ]

I already know you're not a bad person, but I don't really believe her entirely.

[ It sounds like willful denial to her, honestly. ]

[immortalpoet]

Well, whatever Malkuth says is whatever she says, I suppose...

[He's going to move to sip at his coffee he is #unbothered #drinkingcoffee #goodmorning]

What has she even said?

[bowtography]

Oh, hold on.

[ Brightly, reaching into a bag by her feet. ]

I wrote it down!

[immortalpoet]

[w]

[WHY]

And what does it say.

[bowtography]

[ she has pulled out a little notebook. Flipping it open-- ]

Umm... that you smirk instead of smiling, that she touched your face when she was drunk, that you probably don't mind me being around even if I said it feels like you just put up with me--

Oh yeah, she showed me how you held her hand and she said she likes looking at your eyes and...

[ PAGE TURN. ]

[immortalpoet]

[....]


[....................]


[You can practically see the shadow of his eyes start to grow with every single sentence before he croaks out:]

You don't. Need to keep going.

[bowtography]

Oh? Okay.

[ And she closes the notebook, smiling peacefully. ]

[immortalpoet]

[if you thought he was going to say anything else after that]




[he is not and he's just back to sipping his coffee because he is pretending is he nonplussed about this]

[bowtography]

[ sir, you ain't slick. ]

Anyway, I'd like to believe you like her a lot. And so I don't have to threaten you.

[immortalpoet]

Hrm. Why would you have to threaten me....?

[please he's just a regular old guy leave him and his weird het feelings alone]

[bowtography]

[ No. :) ]

Because she's my friend and I don't know anyone else who would do it. [ Wow. ]

Malkuth is really bright and sunny and strong, but there's a lot of stuff she needs support on still and if someone she cares about finds a way to hurt her, that'd hurt even more than someone she didn't care about at all.

So I want to make sure you see her for who she is. Not just what she's done. Not just a really energetic and stubborn person.

So even if you give me a whole load of [ she pauses to imitate his very sexy but very dry voice ] "you must be imagining things, didn't your mother ever tell you not to assume" stuff, just promise me that if you feel any kind of way about her, you'll look at her properly.

[immortalpoet]

[Ah, the camaraderie of friendship, nothing like it.]

[He doesn't interrupt her as she speaks, just listens with not even a budge in his stony expression (not even with the impression, what a hard audience). Another minute goes by, before he closes his eyes, almost a little more exhausted than usual.]

...Did she tell you I called her a duck?

[bowtography]

A duck? No.

[ She blinks at him, pausing to sip on her whipped cream Monstrosity. ]

Did she call you a goose back?