In which a sense of humor is explored
Who : Pandora, Sandor Clegane
What : Some blood is spilled, Pandora feeds on Sandor, he tells her about Phedre and she tells him about bunny slippers. Her motherly role is confirmed.
When : July 22th 2009
Rating : R for blood drinking.
Sandor: *well, probably still spends a good deal of time outside, and is out today, wearing his sword but not working with it, just walking, and working his shoulder, or trying to*
Pandora: *and assuming this is sunset, Pandora will -- as usual -- appear brusquely, sitting on a low branch, just observing*
Sandor: *oh, Pan. prickle on his neck, but that happens a lot here, so it just makes him tense and vaguely uneasy, doesn't notice her just yet*
Pandora: *she observes, then, and waits for him to be done with the pointy object. Wouldn't want him to cut himself and bleed all around her, now, /would we/*
Sandor: *you bad, bad person. well, with that kind of suggestion, how can we resist? getting a little nervous, might shift to check his sword, and maybe the buckles were loose or something, but it slips, slightly* --shit, *muttered, and since you asked for it, bleeding freely from his forearm*
Pandora: *the sweet scent of blood fills her nostrils and her lip lifts over her fangs before she can think better of it. She braces not to -- lap at him.* Cover that. *almost sharply*
Sandor: *wheels, startled, pressing a hand over it somewhat ineffectively* --gods, do you /have/ to do that?
Pandora: *would normally laugh, but doesn't just now, because he smells /good/ and she hasn't fed in a bit* I suppose the answer is yes, Sandor. *she moves away from him, actually, another few meters, at vampiric speed*
Sandor: *might not quite understand his danger, but is trying to staunch the bleeding probably with his shirt, of course there's always some mess* Why?
Pandora: Mostly because you are one of the rare people who can endure a bit of mischief. *can't take her eyes off the wound, though*
Sandor: I can endure a lot of things. Doesn't mean I like it.
Pandora: *tilts her head to the side - probably looks less human than ever, what with the stirring hunger* That's too bad, it was so amusing, Sandor...
Sandor: *hair standing on ennnnd now, nearly takes a step back, hand twitching a little toward his sword but* --amusing for you.
Pandora: Yes. *almost a hiss, and a step back* --- Go. Please.
Sandor: --*frown, hesitating* Lydia?
Pandora: I -- I have not fed. I will see you again. *will vanish, unless he stops her*
Sandor: --*stops, frowns* You haven't - *oh. /oh./* --fuck it, can't you use mine, is there something wrong with it?
Pandora: *licks her chops before she thinks to stop herself* You -- would not --- *but does get closer*
Sandor: I've lost a fair amount of blood before and been fine. *a little stubbornly*
Pandora: *cuts the distance, then, levitating, and embraces him, a hand on his face. She tries to look at him, but the scent of blood is too strong and she is lured back to his open wound* --- a boon, then.
Sandor: *might breathe a little faster for a moment, just instinctual fear, but* --don't worry about it.
Pandora: *looks at him from where she is, bent over and almost kneeling, her lips over his gaping gash* I will remember -- *and she can't hold it anymore, she just laps at the live blood. He can probably see the blood starting to clot uner her saliva*
Sandor: *okay okay that's a little weird but - yeah, okay. might shiver just a little bit but holds very still, arm still thrust out where she can drink from it*
Pandora: *she could just kill him - rip him apart - but she has so much vested in him, and feels so protective, that the drinking will have to do. The would clots, eventually, perhaps because she bit her tongue apurpose and swatted her own blood to close it. She straightens up, wipes her bloody lips and stares at him, a moment. Her eyes are still wild with hunger.* Thank you.
Sandor: *looks back at her, a little wide eyed, and yeah, we don't imagine Phedre would be too happy if her boyfriend got ripped to shreds* --welcome.
Pandora: *To say the least. Pandora nods, sternly* I should go, nonetheless - I fear to take too much from you, child.
Sandor: *looks just a bit disgruntled* I'm not dead yet. *doesn't like the idea of her wandering around starving, nope*
Pandora: *bares her fangs* And I wish for you to remain that way. *but it's hard for her to resist - he's right there, and he smells yummy*
Sandor: I told you. I've lost a lot more blood than that before and been fine.
Pandora: *takes another step, then, and reaches for him, she's not drinking from his arm, this time* -- you almost make me think that it would please you.....
Sandor: *stays still, watching her, and there is a lot of white to his eyes but he's not moving* Maybe it's nice to be useful.
Pandora: *takes a long taste of his neck, then, lingering on the side, next to his ear* You are already useful, child. *Hmmmm smelling so sweet*
Sandor: *slightest of shivers* --hmm. *little dubiously*
Pandora: *grazes his skin with her fangs, then, and -- just -- sinks them in, with a soft noise of pleasure, as the Spell Gift unfurls to make his experience -- pleasurable, even*
Sandor: *shudders, going a little limp with a soft noise, but sss that's almost - strange, but good*
Pandora: *starts to drink, then, thristily, her hard body against his, and even in the feeding there is raw sensuality, because she is Pandora and that's what she does*
Sandor: *his body twitches, a little, eyes blank and somewhere distant, even if the pleasure welling up is more than palpable*
Pandora: *before it's too late, she manages to stop herself, pulling away almost violently, with a pant, blood still streaked on the side of her mouth* --- Eru, you -- do not tell me to take more.
Sandor: *staggers a little* --gods. *head spinning a little, as it always does, and kind of wants to sit down, but doesn't want to bother her more or no doubt she'll go starving herself again* --won't.
Pandora: *oh, it's just that she neglected to feed on Cele lately, it's nothing dramatic. She wipes the blood, licks it off her fingers* -- thank you. *and now, she's worried about him. How is he?*
Sandor: *doesn't know that! and is mostly all right, just a little bit dizzy, that's all. and with that same kind of stunnedness he always gets even when she just took a little blood a couple times before*
Pandora: *more in control, now - the eyes are no longer glowing - she comes closer to him* You should sit, child.
Sandor: --m'fine.
Pandora: Sit. *uncompromisingly*
Sandor: *--sits, though with a bit of a rolled eyes over mutinous look at her, but there's not much in it*
Pandora: *sits next to him, though at a comfortable distance* How do you feel?
Sandor: ...fine. *:|*
Pandora: It would not be embarrassing for you to feel faint after this, Sandor.
Sandor: A little. It's not that bad. I've had worse. *not by that much, though, for a combination of reasons starting with that it's different than being wounded*
Pandora: *she nods, thoughtfully* Shall I escort you home, then?
Sandor: As long as you're not going to be snippy about it.
Pandora: *one eyebrow* snippy?
Sandor: You heard me.
Pandora: I am not 'snippy'. *snort* Now, let us go before you need me to carry you home like a babe. *which she has done before, Hi*
Sandor: *she has, hasn't she! almost a flicker of a smile and drags himself to his feet, and it occurs to him* ...I hope Phedre's occupied. *she would not be pleased, he suspects*
Pandora: Phedre? *very lightly, as if. Because now that she's drunk his blood, she knows a lot - more than she would with just the Mind Gift*
Sandor: ...yeah.
Pandora: *smiles a bit* What of her?
Sandor: I don't think she'd be terribly pleased. *rubs his shoulder, a little*
Pandora: Then I suppose you had best not tell her. *matter-of-factly*
Sandor: I mean. Hoping she won't be able to tell.
Pandora: Your wounds will heal overnight. *reassuringly* *and then, a bit of a smug smile*
Sandor: ...What's that? *at the smile, that is*
Pandora: Oh, nothing. *that's the sweet song of I told you so*
Sandor: ...that's not nothing.
Pandora: *shakes her head* Talk to me about her.
Sandor: *would blush, if he ever did* What about?
Pandora: *shrug* Whatever it is your heart wants to pour out.
Sandor: ...my heart wants to pour out? *a little incredulous* ...she's - beautiful, I guess I can say that.
Pandora: *is a fan of Ovid, okay?* That is good. *kindly*
Sandor: *slides a look sideways at her* ...why are you asking?
Pandora: *smiles, just a bit* because you mentionned her, Sandor.
Sandor: I'm not very good at - describing people.
Pandora: It's alright, Sandor. Just tell me what you will. *patiently*
Sandor: *hesitates a bit* ...you know who she is.
Pandora: *nods, a little* I know -- what you know of her, for now.
Sandor: ...*almost blushes* --oh. *slight pause* I meant - that I'd spoken about her before.
Pandora: *nods* Yes, you have. Did you find the key to the riddle, then?
Sandor: --riddle?
Pandora: I told you, last that we spoke, that there was a man she loves, a man she wants, a man she feels drawn to. Most of all, there was hope in her heart.
Sandor: ...*right* *hesitate, if he says it to anyone else...* You know that still makes me nervous.
Pandora: What does, Sandor?
Sandor: ...what you - said. *it's still hard to say that wooord or thiiink it*
Pandora: Which is, precisely? *is doing it on purpose! He has to learn to say it!*
Sandor: *alksjdf* *gives her a look* You know what I mean!
Pandora: I'm afraid I do not, Sandor. *innocently*
Sandor: The 'love' bit.
Pandora: *good for you, you said the word* Why does love make you nervous, Sandor?
Sandor: I've explained this to you already.
Pandora: I forgot. *she's lying, but her typist did*
Sandor: Because it can't - it's not reliable. I don't know -
Pandora: *reaches to touch his hand* Child, why not take the joy of today, simply?
Sandor: I'd rather know about catastrophe before it comes.
Pandora: *aaaaw, Sandor* --- I do not know the future. *very gently -- and he's getting a hug*
Sandor: *tenses a moment, then kind of goes limp again, is just dizzy and kind of nauseous and worries about this, yes* Neither do I.
Pandora: *caresses his hair* You would be terribly bored if you did, Sandor.
Sandor: *leans into her a little, the way he always does when she goes motherly on him* Make things easier, though.
Pandora: *still cuddling him, like a child* Would it? I think it would make them harder, really. *softly*
Sandor: ...really?
Pandora: Really. How would you live today, if you knew that tomorrow will be brighter?
Sandor: With relief, I'd think.
Pandora: Would you not be embittered that today is not tomorrow?
Sandor: *actually considers that* ...maybe I would.
Pandora: You would. And now, think. How would you live, if you knew that tomorrow is dark?
Sandor: ...*that's kind of how it is now* Point taken.
Pandora: *oh, /Sandor/* - *she touches his face, gently* And now, try to imagine not knowing. *just a touch of Suggestion*
Sandor: *whaaaat, he says* ...more of a chance that it'll be what it'll be?
Pandora: *a nod, satisfied* Yes, Child. It will be what it will be.
Sandor: *gives her a little look* ...what is that?
Pandora: It is exactly what it is, nothing more, nothing less. *smile, serene*
Sandor: *little sigh and eyeroll and then kind of staggers* ...fuck. *pause* ...She said she loves me.
Pandora: *quiet, very attentive* And it frightens you?
Sandor: ...a little.
Pandora: *quieter* why/
Pandora: ?
Sandor: If it doesn't last, if she doesn't mean it...
Pandora: If it lasts forever...
Sandor: Yes, *quietly, a little* If.
Pandora: *touches his shoulder* Is it good now, Sandor?
Sandor: ...yes, it's good now. *carefully*
Pandora: *quietly* is that enough?
Sandor: ...*even more quietly, stopping* I don't want to be disappointed.
Pandora: *a pause, listening to his mind, then* Sandor, how could you be disappointed?
Sandor: *is /scared/ of this and doesn't like thinking about it at all* If she leaves, finds someone else better or more important or - if /I/ fuck up -
Pandora: *calmly* Then what will happen, Sandor?
Sandor: Then it goes to pieces, and then what?
Pandora: That is what I asked you, Sandor. *very soothing*
Sandor: And then I'd be back where I started. *and wouldn't that be fun. or further back. even more fun. and yeah, agitated*
Pandora: *tugs him to her, then, again, and smoothes his hair* That is very unlikely. *softly*
Sandor: You don't know the future either.
Pandora: No, I do not. *soothingly* But I know human nature well enough. Whatever happens, in the future, you will not be where you started, that is the only certainty I can give you.
Sandor: *a bit of a sigh, grimacing* Perhaps worse off.
Pandora: *sighs, a little* Will it ease you to know that come what may, at least you will not have to bear it alone?
Sandor: ...yeah. A little. *leans into her again, finally, tiredly*
Pandora: *tucks her head under his chin, as he's taller than she is and they are standing* Good. I will not let you down. Be eased. All will be well. *And here, a touch of the Spell Gift, to soothe him*
Sandor: *is also still fairly faint, and yeah, kind of limp agai* Coming from you, I can almost believe that. *but is soothed, effectively*
Pandora: *kisses his forehead, very motherly* Now, we must get you home, and you must rest. *firm, but gentle*
Sandor: ...doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Pandora: *resumes the walking, then, an arm still around his waist, not carrying him, but certainly intent on it, if he cannot*
Sandor: *makes a little stubborn noise and locks his knees*
Pandora: *ohEru - and just... picks him up, the, under the knees, like a child that she would cradle, gently*
Sandor: --hey! *kind of fights, a little*
Pandora: Hush, child. *soothingly* Let it be - take what love can be given to you.
Sandor: *sigh* *gives up* So damned stubborn. *her, that is.*
Pandora: Yes, you've told me that before. *almost amused*
Sandor: Still true. *trying to focus a little, she does such weird things to his head without trying, let alone otherwise*
Pandora: Repeating it certainly will not make it untrue, Sandor. *okay, the amusion is visible*
Sandor: *squints at her* You're amused.
Pandora: Yes. Do you mind?
Sandor: ...why are you amused?
Pandora: Again, because you have accused me of things Marius has reproached me for, and I lately have not been able to think of him without laughing a little.
Sandor: ...I still don't know what you mean by that.
Pandora: Let me get you to your room first. Then, I will tell you the tale. *and possibly tuck you in*
Sandor: *awww. this makes us giggle* --all right. *mostly because getting off his feet sounds good at this point*
Pandora: *we thought it might. It certainly amused this typist. Pandora does take him to his room, then, and unless he talks, the short remainder of the walk is silent*
Sandor: *does not, kind of letting his eyes drift closed a little*
Pandora: *is going to put him to bed, then, not undressing him other than removing his boots and jacket, and loosening his pants*
Sandor: *kind of half opens an eye to sort of protest, but whatever. on his bed, then, with a sigh*
Pandora: *tucks him in, sort of, then, very attentively. When that's done...* Do you still wish for the tale?
Sandor: ...sure. Still curious, anyway. *...that's weird. but nice. but weird.*
Pandora: Very well. *sits back, smiles* Months ago, I came across Marius in another -- place. He and I, as usual, had a terrible fight.
Sandor: Happens every time? *can sympathize there, a litte*
Pandora: Unfailingly so.
Sandor: That's got to be fun.
Pandora: It's entertaining. *lightly* But shall I go on?
Sandor: Sure, if that's not the end.
Pandora: Oh, it is not. In the midst of that argument, I do believe I teased him about the fact that he had become all that he feared to be... and I suggested that he might find himself a pair of pink bunny slippers.
Sandor: ...what?
Pandora: Yes. Pink bunny slippers. The embodiment of all that is unmoving, settled, cozy and silly. He should wear them.
Sandor: ...*shakes his head at her a little* ...all right.
Pandora: And of course he disliked it, as well he should. A few weeks later, a friend of mine delivered him the pair. *chuckles*
Sandor: *looks almost amused* Of bunny slippers.
Pandora: yes. *impishly*
Sandor: ...you have an interesting sense of humor.
What : Some blood is spilled, Pandora feeds on Sandor, he tells her about Phedre and she tells him about bunny slippers. Her motherly role is confirmed.
When : July 22th 2009
Rating : R for blood drinking.
Sandor: *well, probably still spends a good deal of time outside, and is out today, wearing his sword but not working with it, just walking, and working his shoulder, or trying to*
Pandora: *and assuming this is sunset, Pandora will -- as usual -- appear brusquely, sitting on a low branch, just observing*
Sandor: *oh, Pan. prickle on his neck, but that happens a lot here, so it just makes him tense and vaguely uneasy, doesn't notice her just yet*
Pandora: *she observes, then, and waits for him to be done with the pointy object. Wouldn't want him to cut himself and bleed all around her, now, /would we/*
Sandor: *you bad, bad person. well, with that kind of suggestion, how can we resist? getting a little nervous, might shift to check his sword, and maybe the buckles were loose or something, but it slips, slightly* --shit, *muttered, and since you asked for it, bleeding freely from his forearm*
Pandora: *the sweet scent of blood fills her nostrils and her lip lifts over her fangs before she can think better of it. She braces not to -- lap at him.* Cover that. *almost sharply*
Sandor: *wheels, startled, pressing a hand over it somewhat ineffectively* --gods, do you /have/ to do that?
Pandora: *would normally laugh, but doesn't just now, because he smells /good/ and she hasn't fed in a bit* I suppose the answer is yes, Sandor. *she moves away from him, actually, another few meters, at vampiric speed*
Sandor: *might not quite understand his danger, but is trying to staunch the bleeding probably with his shirt, of course there's always some mess* Why?
Pandora: Mostly because you are one of the rare people who can endure a bit of mischief. *can't take her eyes off the wound, though*
Sandor: I can endure a lot of things. Doesn't mean I like it.
Pandora: *tilts her head to the side - probably looks less human than ever, what with the stirring hunger* That's too bad, it was so amusing, Sandor...
Sandor: *hair standing on ennnnd now, nearly takes a step back, hand twitching a little toward his sword but* --amusing for you.
Pandora: Yes. *almost a hiss, and a step back* --- Go. Please.
Sandor: --*frown, hesitating* Lydia?
Pandora: I -- I have not fed. I will see you again. *will vanish, unless he stops her*
Sandor: --*stops, frowns* You haven't - *oh. /oh./* --fuck it, can't you use mine, is there something wrong with it?
Pandora: *licks her chops before she thinks to stop herself* You -- would not --- *but does get closer*
Sandor: I've lost a fair amount of blood before and been fine. *a little stubbornly*
Pandora: *cuts the distance, then, levitating, and embraces him, a hand on his face. She tries to look at him, but the scent of blood is too strong and she is lured back to his open wound* --- a boon, then.
Sandor: *might breathe a little faster for a moment, just instinctual fear, but* --don't worry about it.
Pandora: *looks at him from where she is, bent over and almost kneeling, her lips over his gaping gash* I will remember -- *and she can't hold it anymore, she just laps at the live blood. He can probably see the blood starting to clot uner her saliva*
Sandor: *okay okay that's a little weird but - yeah, okay. might shiver just a little bit but holds very still, arm still thrust out where she can drink from it*
Pandora: *she could just kill him - rip him apart - but she has so much vested in him, and feels so protective, that the drinking will have to do. The would clots, eventually, perhaps because she bit her tongue apurpose and swatted her own blood to close it. She straightens up, wipes her bloody lips and stares at him, a moment. Her eyes are still wild with hunger.* Thank you.
Sandor: *looks back at her, a little wide eyed, and yeah, we don't imagine Phedre would be too happy if her boyfriend got ripped to shreds* --welcome.
Pandora: *To say the least. Pandora nods, sternly* I should go, nonetheless - I fear to take too much from you, child.
Sandor: *looks just a bit disgruntled* I'm not dead yet. *doesn't like the idea of her wandering around starving, nope*
Pandora: *bares her fangs* And I wish for you to remain that way. *but it's hard for her to resist - he's right there, and he smells yummy*
Sandor: I told you. I've lost a lot more blood than that before and been fine.
Pandora: *takes another step, then, and reaches for him, she's not drinking from his arm, this time* -- you almost make me think that it would please you.....
Sandor: *stays still, watching her, and there is a lot of white to his eyes but he's not moving* Maybe it's nice to be useful.
Pandora: *takes a long taste of his neck, then, lingering on the side, next to his ear* You are already useful, child. *Hmmmm smelling so sweet*
Sandor: *slightest of shivers* --hmm. *little dubiously*
Pandora: *grazes his skin with her fangs, then, and -- just -- sinks them in, with a soft noise of pleasure, as the Spell Gift unfurls to make his experience -- pleasurable, even*
Sandor: *shudders, going a little limp with a soft noise, but sss that's almost - strange, but good*
Pandora: *starts to drink, then, thristily, her hard body against his, and even in the feeding there is raw sensuality, because she is Pandora and that's what she does*
Sandor: *his body twitches, a little, eyes blank and somewhere distant, even if the pleasure welling up is more than palpable*
Pandora: *before it's too late, she manages to stop herself, pulling away almost violently, with a pant, blood still streaked on the side of her mouth* --- Eru, you -- do not tell me to take more.
Sandor: *staggers a little* --gods. *head spinning a little, as it always does, and kind of wants to sit down, but doesn't want to bother her more or no doubt she'll go starving herself again* --won't.
Pandora: *oh, it's just that she neglected to feed on Cele lately, it's nothing dramatic. She wipes the blood, licks it off her fingers* -- thank you. *and now, she's worried about him. How is he?*
Sandor: *doesn't know that! and is mostly all right, just a little bit dizzy, that's all. and with that same kind of stunnedness he always gets even when she just took a little blood a couple times before*
Pandora: *more in control, now - the eyes are no longer glowing - she comes closer to him* You should sit, child.
Sandor: --m'fine.
Pandora: Sit. *uncompromisingly*
Sandor: *--sits, though with a bit of a rolled eyes over mutinous look at her, but there's not much in it*
Pandora: *sits next to him, though at a comfortable distance* How do you feel?
Sandor: ...fine. *:|*
Pandora: It would not be embarrassing for you to feel faint after this, Sandor.
Sandor: A little. It's not that bad. I've had worse. *not by that much, though, for a combination of reasons starting with that it's different than being wounded*
Pandora: *she nods, thoughtfully* Shall I escort you home, then?
Sandor: As long as you're not going to be snippy about it.
Pandora: *one eyebrow* snippy?
Sandor: You heard me.
Pandora: I am not 'snippy'. *snort* Now, let us go before you need me to carry you home like a babe. *which she has done before, Hi*
Sandor: *she has, hasn't she! almost a flicker of a smile and drags himself to his feet, and it occurs to him* ...I hope Phedre's occupied. *she would not be pleased, he suspects*
Pandora: Phedre? *very lightly, as if. Because now that she's drunk his blood, she knows a lot - more than she would with just the Mind Gift*
Sandor: ...yeah.
Pandora: *smiles a bit* What of her?
Sandor: I don't think she'd be terribly pleased. *rubs his shoulder, a little*
Pandora: Then I suppose you had best not tell her. *matter-of-factly*
Sandor: I mean. Hoping she won't be able to tell.
Pandora: Your wounds will heal overnight. *reassuringly* *and then, a bit of a smug smile*
Sandor: ...What's that? *at the smile, that is*
Pandora: Oh, nothing. *that's the sweet song of I told you so*
Sandor: ...that's not nothing.
Pandora: *shakes her head* Talk to me about her.
Sandor: *would blush, if he ever did* What about?
Pandora: *shrug* Whatever it is your heart wants to pour out.
Sandor: ...my heart wants to pour out? *a little incredulous* ...she's - beautiful, I guess I can say that.
Pandora: *is a fan of Ovid, okay?* That is good. *kindly*
Sandor: *slides a look sideways at her* ...why are you asking?
Pandora: *smiles, just a bit* because you mentionned her, Sandor.
Sandor: I'm not very good at - describing people.
Pandora: It's alright, Sandor. Just tell me what you will. *patiently*
Sandor: *hesitates a bit* ...you know who she is.
Pandora: *nods, a little* I know -- what you know of her, for now.
Sandor: ...*almost blushes* --oh. *slight pause* I meant - that I'd spoken about her before.
Pandora: *nods* Yes, you have. Did you find the key to the riddle, then?
Sandor: --riddle?
Pandora: I told you, last that we spoke, that there was a man she loves, a man she wants, a man she feels drawn to. Most of all, there was hope in her heart.
Sandor: ...*right* *hesitate, if he says it to anyone else...* You know that still makes me nervous.
Pandora: What does, Sandor?
Sandor: ...what you - said. *it's still hard to say that wooord or thiiink it*
Pandora: Which is, precisely? *is doing it on purpose! He has to learn to say it!*
Sandor: *alksjdf* *gives her a look* You know what I mean!
Pandora: I'm afraid I do not, Sandor. *innocently*
Sandor: The 'love' bit.
Pandora: *good for you, you said the word* Why does love make you nervous, Sandor?
Sandor: I've explained this to you already.
Pandora: I forgot. *she's lying, but her typist did*
Sandor: Because it can't - it's not reliable. I don't know -
Pandora: *reaches to touch his hand* Child, why not take the joy of today, simply?
Sandor: I'd rather know about catastrophe before it comes.
Pandora: *aaaaw, Sandor* --- I do not know the future. *very gently -- and he's getting a hug*
Sandor: *tenses a moment, then kind of goes limp again, is just dizzy and kind of nauseous and worries about this, yes* Neither do I.
Pandora: *caresses his hair* You would be terribly bored if you did, Sandor.
Sandor: *leans into her a little, the way he always does when she goes motherly on him* Make things easier, though.
Pandora: *still cuddling him, like a child* Would it? I think it would make them harder, really. *softly*
Sandor: ...really?
Pandora: Really. How would you live today, if you knew that tomorrow will be brighter?
Sandor: With relief, I'd think.
Pandora: Would you not be embittered that today is not tomorrow?
Sandor: *actually considers that* ...maybe I would.
Pandora: You would. And now, think. How would you live, if you knew that tomorrow is dark?
Sandor: ...*that's kind of how it is now* Point taken.
Pandora: *oh, /Sandor/* - *she touches his face, gently* And now, try to imagine not knowing. *just a touch of Suggestion*
Sandor: *whaaaat, he says* ...more of a chance that it'll be what it'll be?
Pandora: *a nod, satisfied* Yes, Child. It will be what it will be.
Sandor: *gives her a little look* ...what is that?
Pandora: It is exactly what it is, nothing more, nothing less. *smile, serene*
Sandor: *little sigh and eyeroll and then kind of staggers* ...fuck. *pause* ...She said she loves me.
Pandora: *quiet, very attentive* And it frightens you?
Sandor: ...a little.
Pandora: *quieter* why/
Pandora: ?
Sandor: If it doesn't last, if she doesn't mean it...
Pandora: If it lasts forever...
Sandor: Yes, *quietly, a little* If.
Pandora: *touches his shoulder* Is it good now, Sandor?
Sandor: ...yes, it's good now. *carefully*
Pandora: *quietly* is that enough?
Sandor: ...*even more quietly, stopping* I don't want to be disappointed.
Pandora: *a pause, listening to his mind, then* Sandor, how could you be disappointed?
Sandor: *is /scared/ of this and doesn't like thinking about it at all* If she leaves, finds someone else better or more important or - if /I/ fuck up -
Pandora: *calmly* Then what will happen, Sandor?
Sandor: Then it goes to pieces, and then what?
Pandora: That is what I asked you, Sandor. *very soothing*
Sandor: And then I'd be back where I started. *and wouldn't that be fun. or further back. even more fun. and yeah, agitated*
Pandora: *tugs him to her, then, again, and smoothes his hair* That is very unlikely. *softly*
Sandor: You don't know the future either.
Pandora: No, I do not. *soothingly* But I know human nature well enough. Whatever happens, in the future, you will not be where you started, that is the only certainty I can give you.
Sandor: *a bit of a sigh, grimacing* Perhaps worse off.
Pandora: *sighs, a little* Will it ease you to know that come what may, at least you will not have to bear it alone?
Sandor: ...yeah. A little. *leans into her again, finally, tiredly*
Pandora: *tucks her head under his chin, as he's taller than she is and they are standing* Good. I will not let you down. Be eased. All will be well. *And here, a touch of the Spell Gift, to soothe him*
Sandor: *is also still fairly faint, and yeah, kind of limp agai* Coming from you, I can almost believe that. *but is soothed, effectively*
Pandora: *kisses his forehead, very motherly* Now, we must get you home, and you must rest. *firm, but gentle*
Sandor: ...doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Pandora: *resumes the walking, then, an arm still around his waist, not carrying him, but certainly intent on it, if he cannot*
Sandor: *makes a little stubborn noise and locks his knees*
Pandora: *ohEru - and just... picks him up, the, under the knees, like a child that she would cradle, gently*
Sandor: --hey! *kind of fights, a little*
Pandora: Hush, child. *soothingly* Let it be - take what love can be given to you.
Sandor: *sigh* *gives up* So damned stubborn. *her, that is.*
Pandora: Yes, you've told me that before. *almost amused*
Sandor: Still true. *trying to focus a little, she does such weird things to his head without trying, let alone otherwise*
Pandora: Repeating it certainly will not make it untrue, Sandor. *okay, the amusion is visible*
Sandor: *squints at her* You're amused.
Pandora: Yes. Do you mind?
Sandor: ...why are you amused?
Pandora: Again, because you have accused me of things Marius has reproached me for, and I lately have not been able to think of him without laughing a little.
Sandor: ...I still don't know what you mean by that.
Pandora: Let me get you to your room first. Then, I will tell you the tale. *and possibly tuck you in*
Sandor: *awww. this makes us giggle* --all right. *mostly because getting off his feet sounds good at this point*
Pandora: *we thought it might. It certainly amused this typist. Pandora does take him to his room, then, and unless he talks, the short remainder of the walk is silent*
Sandor: *does not, kind of letting his eyes drift closed a little*
Pandora: *is going to put him to bed, then, not undressing him other than removing his boots and jacket, and loosening his pants*
Sandor: *kind of half opens an eye to sort of protest, but whatever. on his bed, then, with a sigh*
Pandora: *tucks him in, sort of, then, very attentively. When that's done...* Do you still wish for the tale?
Sandor: ...sure. Still curious, anyway. *...that's weird. but nice. but weird.*
Pandora: Very well. *sits back, smiles* Months ago, I came across Marius in another -- place. He and I, as usual, had a terrible fight.
Sandor: Happens every time? *can sympathize there, a litte*
Pandora: Unfailingly so.
Sandor: That's got to be fun.
Pandora: It's entertaining. *lightly* But shall I go on?
Sandor: Sure, if that's not the end.
Pandora: Oh, it is not. In the midst of that argument, I do believe I teased him about the fact that he had become all that he feared to be... and I suggested that he might find himself a pair of pink bunny slippers.
Sandor: ...what?
Pandora: Yes. Pink bunny slippers. The embodiment of all that is unmoving, settled, cozy and silly. He should wear them.
Sandor: ...*shakes his head at her a little* ...all right.
Pandora: And of course he disliked it, as well he should. A few weeks later, a friend of mine delivered him the pair. *chuckles*
Sandor: *looks almost amused* Of bunny slippers.
Pandora: yes. *impishly*
Sandor: ...you have an interesting sense of humor.