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31. Pallas
Oct. 3rd, 2014 02:34 am[Public]
I don't actually know anything concrete about my counterpart. If I ought to know you and I don't, or if he's hurt you, then I'm truly sorry.
I go by Risen. I'll be helping in the infirmary for as long as this lasts.
[Private to Zane]
You have bunnies.
[And he has cats. What a place.]
[Private to Bianca]
How are you faring so far?
[They have never, ever been friends. Bianca jealous of Zane's attachments, Risen too stubborn to be charmed or influenced. But a step back, without the fear, with the power balance tilted less egregiously in the other direction - there are things he can appreciate about her, even respect. And when he chooses to take responsibility for someone, he is unfailingly solicitous. He is not her friend now. But neither is he insincere.]
[Open spam]
[He's in the library, awed, giddy, tearing through manuscripts long lost by his time. He lies on his back in the greenhouse, breathes slowly, remembers what a garden smells like. He is on deck, with a laser pointer, cooing the sappiest, most idiotic things at the Emperor's two cats. He has missed cats so badly.]
I don't actually know anything concrete about my counterpart. If I ought to know you and I don't, or if he's hurt you, then I'm truly sorry.
I go by Risen. I'll be helping in the infirmary for as long as this lasts.
[Private to Zane]
You have bunnies.
[And he has cats. What a place.]
[Private to Bianca]
How are you faring so far?
[They have never, ever been friends. Bianca jealous of Zane's attachments, Risen too stubborn to be charmed or influenced. But a step back, without the fear, with the power balance tilted less egregiously in the other direction - there are things he can appreciate about her, even respect. And when he chooses to take responsibility for someone, he is unfailingly solicitous. He is not her friend now. But neither is he insincere.]
[Open spam]
[He's in the library, awed, giddy, tearing through manuscripts long lost by his time. He lies on his back in the greenhouse, breathes slowly, remembers what a garden smells like. He is on deck, with a laser pointer, cooing the sappiest, most idiotic things at the Emperor's two cats. He has missed cats so badly.]
