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Erendis: I'm not so much evil as specially-moraled
Trotter: You are Satan's concubine
Erendis: Oh, I was under the impression you were sleeping with Thorondir.
Trotter: ...
Erendis: *smiles and goes back to knitting*
Trotter: Bitch. *sighs and goes back to cleaning*
Erendis: Coming from Satan's concubine that insult looses all it's sting.
Trotter: I'm not sleeping with anyone. *raises eyebrow* And Satan has too much dignity to be Thorondir
Erendis: Mmn. Point.
Trotter: However, there's nothing that argues with my statement about you. How odd
Erendis: Considering that we've established Satan has more dignity than Thorondir, I think I'd rather be Satan's concubine's than Thorondir's.
Trotter: You missed the part where I'm not anybody's concubine
Erendis: Mn. Denial.
Trotter: Not especially. Denial is when I'm denying an act. There's no act to deny
Erendis: ...Oh really? I can think of maybe two acts you're denying at least.
Trotter: Two?
Erendis: ...one of them involving my body. *bristles*
Trotter: Oh, right. That. That was pretty forgettable
Erendis: Pity you didn't enjoy it more.
Trotter: Ehn
Erendis: You're certainly going to pay dearly for it.
Trotter: I'm used to death and pain, Erendis. And frankly I don't think you can do much else
Erendis: Mmn. Okay.
Erendis: Maybe you're right. Mercy has always been a fascinating concept...
Trotter: Yes. The guilty invented it, because they would need it. *raises an eyebrow at Erendis*
Erendis: And you're implying I've done something that will require mercy from you sometime in the future. Meh. Barter and trade of that nature is disgusting.
Trotter: I meant in general
Trotter: Although, Thorondir was asking a few interesting questions about you
Erendis: Oh?
Trotter: Barter?
Erendis: In general.
Erendis: Purely hypothetical.
Trotter: Of course
Erendis: Mercy is for the weak. I'm willing to take the concequences of my actions.
Trotter: I'm sure Grima and the kittens will get over you eventually
Erendis: I've had good luck in coming back.
Trotter: of course
Trotter: Not much of a consequence if it's no harm no foul
Erendis: Precisely. As you pointed out used to death and pain.
Trotter: So how can you be willing to deal with the consequences if anything you consider ends with you on top?
Erendis: I never said the consequences would be fair to a revenging party.
Trotter: *snorts*
Erendis: I'm not half as evil as you'd like to make me out to be.
Trotter: You're just sweetness and light, eh?
Erendis: Protective yes. Vengeful yes. But I do not wake up each morning intenting to make others miserable.
Erendis: Both qualities that you yourself possess...if perhaps in lesser degrees...
Trotter: Me? I just want to go a day without being beaten or insulted
Trotter: Gosh. Isn't that what you do to me?
Erendis: I haven't done either to you except on the odd occasion in which you deserve it.
Trotter: When have I ever deserved it?
Erendis: When you made statements implying that you were sleeping with my husband.
Trotter: See. People make jokes. It's that little thing that keeps us amused
Erendis: Did you see me? Was I laughing? No? Not a joke.
Trotter: Are you that paranoid?
Erendis: I wouldn't call it paranoia when I caught Grima pawing at your pants.
Trotter: Your husband has his wires crossed. I think it'd be a cold day in hell before he actually did anything with me
Erendis: Perhaps but still worth a beating.
Trotter: *rolls eyes* irrational old cow
Erendis: An old cow who by all rights should be administering another beating to you this very moment - but note, who is not. A little respect please.
Trotter: Sorry. Thank you *so* much for not solving something with your fists, you old cow
Erendis: You're welcome my pedophilic friend.
Trotter: No one told me he wasn't an adult, you know
Erendis: Alcawyn either?
Trotter: What about her?
Erendis: Isn't she something like eight months old?
Trotter: Magically aged. Probably more mature then Thorondir ever will be
Erendis: Ah. Missed that. Only caught about half of Gwathern's account of Minas Tirith before she started into obnoxious songs.
Trotter: *grins* Gwathren's sweet
Erendis: Very. I'm suprised you and Thorondir haven't developed cavaties from living with her...
Erendis: Pitty though what happened to her...
Trotter: I got Mouth for it *shrugs*
Erendis: *half smile* you have your own sense of protectiveness and vengance...
Trotter: Just protecting the ones who deserve it
Trotter: It's the kingly thing to do. *frowns and gets back to work*
Erendis: Yes and how is that different from me protecting my family and myself?
TakaCrantz: (Erendis) Be nice if your family could be mistaken for humans
Erendis: That's not fair or "kingly" and you know it.
Trotter: no, that's pure spite.
Erendis: Good that you can admit you're capable of the less worthy emotions.
Trotter: At least I have the higher ones to go with them
Erendis: Implying that I don't. Because you feel spiteful toward the ones I love and protect. Mn. Forgive me for not attributing much to that claim.
Trotter: Give me one example where you've acted out of kindness
Erendis: Haven't hurt you tonight although you very much deserve it.
Trotter: You're just trying to prove a point
Erendis: Once upon a time before you started crossing me, I taught you how to defend yourself.
Trotter: Did you?
Erendis: I did.
Trotter: *raises eyebrow*
Erendis: I also taught you poker...
((Mouth Depp: http://www.livejournal.com/users/poor_grima/20853.html?mode=reply))
Trotter: The things I repress
Erendis: So go ahead and continue with believing I'm the creature from the black lagoon but in actuality I've done very little to hurt you over the course of eight months...and none of it unprovoked.
Trotter: *pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs*
Erendis: *returns to knitting*
Trotter: You know. The fact you laugh when your kids kill me and the fact you and Grima deliberately do things to disturb me, like, say, the dissection table, is as bad as any beating
Erendis: Will have to keep that in mind for future reference.
Erendis: Frankly shagging Grima on the dissection table is much more pleasant than beating you.
Trotter: You have this thing. Called a room
Erendis: *Everyone* has used the dissection table a one point or another...it's not like we're doing it in the hall outside your room...although....
Trotter: I'll let Thorondir out to deal with you
Erendis: Oh I tremble in fear.
Trotter: No, that's just to make it more entertaining for me
Erendis: *tilts head* mmn. I could see how that would be amuseing.
Trotter: mhmm
Erendis: Bet he wouldn't make it out without being wrapped in his blanket.
Trotter: What is with that damn thing, lately
Erendis: No idea.
Erendis: Would he have any reason for another protective barrier...
Trotter: Well, nothing that a blanket would hold off
Erendis: Of course not but it's psycological. Perhaps he's compensating for a betrayal of trust?
Erendis: A few of my other childern went through blanket stages before they died.
Trotter: Who the hell would he trust?
Trotter: And what made your kids do that?
Erendis: I haven't slept with him, I don't room with him - therefore you know better than I do. And I don't want to talk about the other.
Trotter: All I know about him is he's moody and nasty to whatever's in hitting range. *blinks* Tell me. I want to know what could betray a balrog kitten's trust
Erendis: No these weren't Grima's childern - they were Herberts.
Trotter: Oh. The ones you made kill themselves
Erendis: It was an unpleasant situation. And I did not make them.
Trotter: mm. Trust, you said?
Erendis: Trust, intimidation...a feeling of being unsafe and subconciously needing an extra barrier...
Erendis: Could be any number of things...
Trotter: Any ideas, o expert
Erendis: You wouldn't want any of my ideas...
Trotter: I asked. Please.
Erendis: *eyebrow raise* Fine...but you asked.
Erendis: You essensially slept with someone who has the mental age of a 15 year old.
Erendis: Whether or not he'll admit it, he probably holds you in some reguard and if he felt rejected afterwards?
Erendis: Also - Gwathern and the whole possibly replacing him issue.
Trotter: So he's wandering around in a blanket like a twisted little monk?
Erendis: Not to mention he didn't seem to do well with Mouth killing him this last time.
Erendis: More or less yes.
Erendis: He needs to be reassured that he's safe and loved before he'll give it up.
Trotter: The loved bit may give everyone issues
Erendis: He might just give it up of his own accord.
Erendis: And it's amusing enough until then.
Trotter: *sighs*
Erendis: You can always just shoot for giving him the impression he's not disposable...
Trotter: possibly
Erendis: Good luck
Trotter: gaaah.
sits on the edge of his bed and regards Thorondir quietly, the other clone curled up on his pillow fast asleep
hrm.