walking down a lonely road, clear to me now but i was never told

[fantasycliche]

WHO: Onyx and anyone!!
WHERE: SUPERJAIL OH BOY OH BOY
WHEN: Any time from Nov 26th to Dec 3th! Or after that, if it's more convenient WHATEVER.
WARNINGS: PISSY DRAGON ALERT. or annoyingly goodly, depending on the timing.
SUMMARY: Khisanth is finally LOCKED AWAY IN THE SLAMMER, PLAYING HER HARMONICA, STUCK IN HUMAN FORM. Open for visitation from

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DECEMBER 22nd

[nottheanswers]

[He'd kept his distance for a few weeks, sure the feelings would still be raw. It was last week that he sent her the book, as a gesture more than anything, but also a reminder of everything he'd been trying to teach her, a window into what came next. There was a reason for all of this, after all.

And now, when he finally comes to visit, he doesn't say anything immediately, just takes his seat on the other side of the glass and waits to get a good read of the situation as it is now. He has a pretty good idea already, but he wants to confirm before deciding his approach.]

[nottheanswers]

I think we both know this won't last forever. [It never does, does it?] Which is why I'm hoping this is something you'll keep in mind in the future.

[fantasycliche]

If this isn't going to last forever... [ She flicks a glance upward, toward him, suddenly a little less miserable and a little tiny bit more her old, cold self. ] Then I highly suggest you be somewhere else when it stops.

[nottheanswers]

[Oh, he's sure to be.] But, until then, I might as well take advantage of the situation and let us both say what needs to be said.

[fantasycliche]

[ These moods are going at lightspeed, man. Here comes sullen! ]

Well, I, for one, have nothing to say to you.

[nottheanswers]

[He leans back and smiles, slipping his hands in his pockets.]

Don't hold back on my account, I'm sure you have a number of digs you'd like to make. You feel betrayed.

[fantasycliche]

[ sharply: ] Don't worry yourself on my account. I'm used to it.

[ And then she's glancing away again, lapsing back into petulance. ]

At least I knew better than to call you a friend.

[nottheanswers]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You were eating people. Trying to talk you through it wasn't proving successful.

[fantasycliche]

And so you thought striking was the safer option?

[nottheanswers]

Not striking, containing.

[fantasycliche]

There's little difference.

[nottheanswers]

Worlds, in fact. Of course, getting you to acknowledge that would require you coming to terms with how you made it all necessary.

[fantasycliche]

[ She glances back, stare a bit stony, as it's debatable whether she's actually listening anymore. ]

I shouldn't ever have stayed in the City. I ought to have flown to-- [ what's that place Booga talks about... ] --Australia and kept far from here.

[nottheanswers]

[He raises an eyebrow at the implication.]

Just run away, then? I suppose you could.

Or you could instead learn to control yourself, recognize the importance of certain compromises. We could make this work.

I'm still willing to help, though I doubt you're as inclined to accept.

[fantasycliche]

I can't stop hating you long enough to even consider accepting help.

[ She says it tiredly, though. For the time being, anger is too much to muster. ]

[nottheanswers]

For the time being, at least, which is understandable.

We can work on that,too.