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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-08-26 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Wysteria cuts a glance in his direction, something there on the tip of her tongue that she puts on reserve as she instead moves to fetch the snake from the planter bed. Like a well trained dog, the reptile answers Wysteria's simple command of 'Come here,' by bending back over itself. It slithers up into her hand and coils about the wrist.

With the snake transferred from the planter into her lap, she finds the thought still pressing despite how inconsiderate it is. Can't have a mysterious past without some hard limits lying around,' Mr. Stark had said of their mutual friend, but she has found more poked holes than barriers.

None of it's to do with you, suggests—

"But there is something. Troubling you."
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-08-27 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
It's a strange thing—to be both wrong in one direction and correct in another. But there's hardly any shame in modifying one's understanding of a thing, or a person, or whatever you please. And what Mr. Stark doesn't know, he won't needlessly crow over.

"Well, then I suppose I can hardly be expected to argue the point," is all pragmatism as she turns her hand in her lap so the snake can continue to sunbathe in some patch of light dappling her knee.

She looks at him, quite severe.

"But should it ever have to do with myself, or Misters Stark or Fitz or de Foncé or anyone else, then you must say so immediately and I will see about correcting it."
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-08-27 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Recall this when she describes wanting to put slugs enchanted with lightning into people.

"Nonsense. Goodness has very little to do with it, Mr. Ellis," she informs him in no uncertain terms, pinching the back of his hand at her shoulder. "Now stop that. Your face is intolerably scratchy."
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sticks second bow on top of first bow

[personal profile] heirring 2020-08-27 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Please. The two of us are quite good friends now, isn't that right?" This is addressed to the snake, who blinks back with its beady black eye and tastes the air with its dark tongue.

And that is that. For some time after, all traded notes and books and flowers and favors are incidental.
Edited 2020-08-27 04:16 (UTC)