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Gorlim: *eyes Noro* Faramir's a better kisser than you.
Norolinde: ::absently:: That's nice.
Gorlim: So is Eomer.
Norolinde: That's still nice.
Gorlim: .....bitch.
Norolinde: Why am I a bitch? What, you want me to throw some big hissy fit because you're trying to make me jealous? For whatever reason, god only knows. You said we're over. Quit rubbing salt in your wound, although I guess you enjoy it.
Gorlim: *scowls* Obviously I never meant much to you.
Norolinde: Oh, you meant the world to me.
Gorlim: *snort*
Norolinde: I simply refuse to revert to your childish and petty level. I cared for you, you don't believe me, what's the point?
Gorlim: *crosses his arms* I am NOT childish and petty!
Norolinde: ::shakes her head and tries to keep from laughing:: Of course not. You never really grew up half the time, did you? Inside you're just like Ully and Perrin.
Gorlim: I am NOT like them. AT ALL.
Norolinde: You're still half a child inside, and you know it.
Gorlim: Well, maybe I am. And what's so wrong with that?
Norolinde: There's nothing *wrong* with it, I just already have three of those to deal with already. I don't need a fourth.
Gorlim: Did you ever actually even LIKE me or were you just bored?
Norolinde: I think I loved you. But it's not like you care anymore.
Gorlim: *stares at her*
Norolinde: Oh, and there you go with the staring thing. Thanks. ::exhales through her nose and fiddles with her dress::
Gorlim: It makes you uncomfortable? *stares*
Norolinde: ::laughs bitterly:: Fucker.
Gorlim: Yeah, I am. It's fun.
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: Whatever. Do your worst, big man.
Gorlim: Tempting. But you need to be alive and able to move to look after the kids.
Norolinde: Because you won't.
Gorlim: Because I don't know how to!
Norolinde: You didn't even bother to learn! It's not like babies come equipped with instructions!
Gorlim: They're not babies!
Norolinde: You think I knew what to do with Quorin?
Gorlim: Well..... uh...
Norolinde: ::snorts:: And you called *me* irresponsible.
Gorlim: I took care of them until they grew up.
Norolinde: Do you even love them still?
Gorlim: *stares at her blankly*
Norolinde: Love. Oh, but you're not feeling that anymore, are you.
Gorlim: *expression does not change*
Norolinde: Or compassion, or any kind of emotion at all anymore, apparently.
Gorlim: *quietly menacing* There's where you're wrong.
Norolinde: Of course, I was always the wrong one, wasn't I.
Gorlim: ...
Norolinde: You can say it. You *should* say it. It's therapeutic.
Gorlim: Say what?
Norolinde: That I was always wrong, that you were right. Blame me. You'll feel lots better.
Gorlim: ...I'd like to.
Norolinde: Go right ahead. I promise I won't have any mad fits in the middle of it.
Gorlim: Aww, where's the fun in THAT?
Norolinde: So sorry to disappoint, I've battled my own demons. ::sweet smile::
Gorlim: That would be an absolute fucking shock.
Norolinde: Oh, wouldn't want to tax that dear heart of yours so.
Gorlim: *raises his hand as if to hit her*
Norolinde: ::shakes her head:: You do what you like, Gorlim. Nobody'll blame you.
Gorlim: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Norolinde: I'm the awful wife, who ran away after trying to kill her babies and left you all alone to take care of them, who had a scary thing inside her nobody could quite figure out, and how *could* we blame good, sweet Gorlim for hurting her? He's such a sad, sick little puppy dog. We can't.
Gorlim: *slowly lowers his hand*
Norolinde: No, Gorlim, don't you dare stop what you've started!
Gorlim: *stands still*
Norolinde: ::sighs and tilts her head to the side::
Gorlim: *doesn't move*
Norolinde: Well, don't be expecting me to jump in your arms and beg for your forgiveness or something stupid like that.
Gorlim: I'm not. And even if you did, I wouldn't.
Norolinde: Wouldn't what? Forgive me?
Gorlim: Yes.
Norolinde: That's fine. Because you know what? I forgive *you*.
Gorlim: ......for what?
Norolinde: For whatever you could possibly desire forgiveness.
Gorlim: Don't patronize me.
Norolinde: Oh, heaven forbid.
Norolinde: ::absently:: That's nice.
Gorlim: So is Eomer.
Norolinde: That's still nice.
Gorlim: .....bitch.
Norolinde: Why am I a bitch? What, you want me to throw some big hissy fit because you're trying to make me jealous? For whatever reason, god only knows. You said we're over. Quit rubbing salt in your wound, although I guess you enjoy it.
Gorlim: *scowls* Obviously I never meant much to you.
Norolinde: Oh, you meant the world to me.
Gorlim: *snort*
Norolinde: I simply refuse to revert to your childish and petty level. I cared for you, you don't believe me, what's the point?
Gorlim: *crosses his arms* I am NOT childish and petty!
Norolinde: ::shakes her head and tries to keep from laughing:: Of course not. You never really grew up half the time, did you? Inside you're just like Ully and Perrin.
Gorlim: I am NOT like them. AT ALL.
Norolinde: You're still half a child inside, and you know it.
Gorlim: Well, maybe I am. And what's so wrong with that?
Norolinde: There's nothing *wrong* with it, I just already have three of those to deal with already. I don't need a fourth.
Gorlim: Did you ever actually even LIKE me or were you just bored?
Norolinde: I think I loved you. But it's not like you care anymore.
Gorlim: *stares at her*
Norolinde: Oh, and there you go with the staring thing. Thanks. ::exhales through her nose and fiddles with her dress::
Gorlim: It makes you uncomfortable? *stares*
Norolinde: ::laughs bitterly:: Fucker.
Gorlim: Yeah, I am. It's fun.
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: Whatever. Do your worst, big man.
Gorlim: Tempting. But you need to be alive and able to move to look after the kids.
Norolinde: Because you won't.
Gorlim: Because I don't know how to!
Norolinde: You didn't even bother to learn! It's not like babies come equipped with instructions!
Gorlim: They're not babies!
Norolinde: You think I knew what to do with Quorin?
Gorlim: Well..... uh...
Norolinde: ::snorts:: And you called *me* irresponsible.
Gorlim: I took care of them until they grew up.
Norolinde: Do you even love them still?
Gorlim: *stares at her blankly*
Norolinde: Love. Oh, but you're not feeling that anymore, are you.
Gorlim: *expression does not change*
Norolinde: Or compassion, or any kind of emotion at all anymore, apparently.
Gorlim: *quietly menacing* There's where you're wrong.
Norolinde: Of course, I was always the wrong one, wasn't I.
Gorlim: ...
Norolinde: You can say it. You *should* say it. It's therapeutic.
Gorlim: Say what?
Norolinde: That I was always wrong, that you were right. Blame me. You'll feel lots better.
Gorlim: ...I'd like to.
Norolinde: Go right ahead. I promise I won't have any mad fits in the middle of it.
Gorlim: Aww, where's the fun in THAT?
Norolinde: So sorry to disappoint, I've battled my own demons. ::sweet smile::
Gorlim: That would be an absolute fucking shock.
Norolinde: Oh, wouldn't want to tax that dear heart of yours so.
Gorlim: *raises his hand as if to hit her*
Norolinde: ::shakes her head:: You do what you like, Gorlim. Nobody'll blame you.
Gorlim: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Norolinde: I'm the awful wife, who ran away after trying to kill her babies and left you all alone to take care of them, who had a scary thing inside her nobody could quite figure out, and how *could* we blame good, sweet Gorlim for hurting her? He's such a sad, sick little puppy dog. We can't.
Gorlim: *slowly lowers his hand*
Norolinde: No, Gorlim, don't you dare stop what you've started!
Gorlim: *stands still*
Norolinde: ::sighs and tilts her head to the side::
Gorlim: *doesn't move*
Norolinde: Well, don't be expecting me to jump in your arms and beg for your forgiveness or something stupid like that.
Gorlim: I'm not. And even if you did, I wouldn't.
Norolinde: Wouldn't what? Forgive me?
Gorlim: Yes.
Norolinde: That's fine. Because you know what? I forgive *you*.
Gorlim: ......for what?
Norolinde: For whatever you could possibly desire forgiveness.
Gorlim: Don't patronize me.
Norolinde: Oh, heaven forbid.