Princess Rosamund du Prix (
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rosebleed
2024-03-29 11:47 pm (UTC)
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[I'm sorry i assigned you an rng location jan alksdfja;s makes you justify my decisions sure]
Right.
[She slips inside, rubbing at her elbow.]
We have a terrible track record, don't we? The people we spend the night with...
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riverbeans
2024-03-29 11:49 pm (UTC)
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[IT'S FINE HE HAS AN IC REASON TO LOOK AT THE ROSTER]
... Yeah, we really do, huh?
[...]
I'm sorry, Rosamund.
[it sucks.]
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rosebleed
2024-03-30 01:55 am (UTC)
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I'm sorry too, Charles.
[It's affection week, what the hell. Rosamund winds her arms around him and gives him a soft hug, heart clattering in her chest.]
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riverbeans
2024-03-30 02:05 am (UTC)
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[he's a little surprised by the hug at first, but once it wears off, he doesn't hesitate to hug her back.]
... I'm really going to miss the guy.
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rosebleed
2024-03-30 12:34 pm (UTC)
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[She hugs tighter, chin nestling at his shoulder.]
He was very steady, no matter what he faced.
[He'd helped her, a number of times. She swallows thickly and pulls back, still holding him at the shoulders.]
How many people is it going to be before this
thing
is satisfied?
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riverbeans
2024-03-31 08:50 pm (UTC)
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[i'm going to k-word you
with a now free hand, he'll reach up to place it over hers, at least.]
... I don't know. But I'm not going to wait for it to be satisfied—we have to find something before then.
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Right.
[She slips inside, rubbing at her elbow.]
We have a terrible track record, don't we? The people we spend the night with...
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... Yeah, we really do, huh? [...] I'm sorry, Rosamund.
[it sucks.]
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[It's affection week, what the hell. Rosamund winds her arms around him and gives him a soft hug, heart clattering in her chest.]
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... I'm really going to miss the guy.
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He was very steady, no matter what he faced.
[He'd helped her, a number of times. She swallows thickly and pulls back, still holding him at the shoulders.]
How many people is it going to be before this thing is satisfied?
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with a now free hand, he'll reach up to place it over hers, at least.]
... I don't know. But I'm not going to wait for it to be satisfied—we have to find something before then.