/WIGGLES MANY LEGS.yetsleepingOctober 3 2010, 02:47:55 UTC
Almost? [Hmph.]
Of course I would. I wouldn't let anyone just lie around like that. What if some kind... person-eating monster came by? [Or, in his case, what if Helen or Deneve came by?]
...anyway. I am. I don't really know what happened. I don't really get sick often [Ever.] But it seems to be spreading.
[There's a long silence, and a bit of static, and a lot of hesitation... but once she starts talking, there's no sign of reserve, or doubt.]
[Not even a little.]
At home, I'm stationed in the center of the land, near Rabona. But somehow I often found my way North. ...not that the Organization knew. They were personal trips, really, because I never did satisfy my curiosity about you. I never knew you the way I wanted to.
Of course, at home you didn't know me either. [She laughs a little, quietly.] I... didn't introduce myself. But, I lingered, from time to time. Close enough to feel your energy. Not that it's easy to miss, or hard to find. It's familiar, and comforting, in some ways
( ... )
Leaving what to me, pray tell? This business of approaching you, of hurrying along the process of our getting to know one another?
I'm not really in any rush, in case you hadn't noticed, Priscilla.
However, I do wish to learn more about you, as I am certain you want to know more about me... but I'm quite content to take things... at a more leisurely pace. It would be terrible to miss a single moment due to being unnecessarily hasty, after all.
I'm kind of still. Arguing. Or... talking? Two of them left - the ones I was most concerned about. But Irene said I was admirable. [She laughs a little, but doesn't... sound happy. Not at all.]
It's funny, I... knew this would happen eventually. That's why I didn't--
[...and now her voice is trembling.]
--that's why I didn't tell anyone. I just. I didn't know how to have both you and them in my world at the same time. And I don't know... I don't know...
[And her voice trails off, to be handily replaced by crying.]
[ Now this is something most men can't say they're adept at handling, but Isley? He has experience in dealing with a heartbroken Priscilla.
Her shaky breaths, trembling voice... none of it deters him. Truth be told, he's never felt more certain of how to handle a situation involving her than he feels right this moment. ]
You needn't apologize, not to me. In truth... you will probably feel better if you let it all out instead of holding it in.
Cry, scream, yell... whatever is necessary.
And when you're done, I'll still be here. I'll always be here for you.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying to do the right thing... but the right thing isn't always clear. And what's right for one person isn't always right for everyone, or even most people, so all you can do is choose, and...
[She sniffles, wipes her eyes.]
I don't even even know if they'll even talk to me anymore. Not that I talked much to Deneve to begin with but Helen is...
But I knew if anyone left, it would be them.
I don't really want to scream. But I keep crying all the time. And I don't--
[She stops talking, and takes a long... shaky... breath. And then another. And her voice steadies a little, and gets quieter, too.]
Do you know... I don't remember the last time I was really happy. Maybe some time before July. Before my birthday, when Riful came. But even then, I've just felt so strange ever since I found out more about the Organization.
I don't even remember what makes me happy anymore.
[She wipes her face with one hand, the other trembling a little, pressed against the desk where she's rested
( ... )
[ Stop apologizing. It makes manipulating you rather difficult... because then he really starts to feel sorry for you. ]
Do you think you need to be forgiven for anything you've done? After trying so hard to please everyone... especially when it has been at your own expense?
[ His sigh is a long and exaggerated one. ]
They'll come around. Give them time. It's not a wound you've made, Priscilla, merely salt which you have poured into it.
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Isley?
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[ And how good it is to hear her say his name. ]
I didn't mean for it to sound unwelcoming... although, if it wards off those with nothing relevant to say, it serves its purpose.
[ His voice adopts a warmer note. ]
What is on your mind?
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[...even if he does probably have ulterior motives. Still.]
Or maybe it's not that inexplicable. But it's still surprising every time.
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...thank you.
I mean, for. Hm. Just... thank you.
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...Speaking of which, are you feeling better now?
[ The last is spoken with a strong note of curiosity. ]
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Of course I would. I wouldn't let anyone just lie around like that. What if some kind... person-eating monster came by? [Or, in his case, what if Helen or Deneve came by?]
...anyway. I am. I don't really know what happened. I don't really get sick often [Ever.] But it seems to be spreading.
Hopefully, it will just. Um. Go away soon.
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[ A teasing tone. And what a thing to tease about... but then he gets a little more serious. ]
It's strange, however. Several people appear to have contracted this sickness, and that even you have... is a troublesome thought.
Priscilla, is there anything I can do?
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[Not even a little.]
At home, I'm stationed in the center of the land, near Rabona. But somehow I often found my way North. ...not that the Organization knew. They were personal trips, really, because I never did satisfy my curiosity about you. I never knew you the way I wanted to.
Of course, at home you didn't know me either. [She laughs a little, quietly.] I... didn't introduce myself. But, I lingered, from time to time. Close enough to feel your energy. Not that it's easy to miss, or hard to find. It's familiar, and comforting, in some ways ( ... )
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I'm not really in any rush, in case you hadn't noticed, Priscilla.
However, I do wish to learn more about you, as I am certain you want to know more about me... but I'm quite content to take things... at a more leisurely pace. It would be terrible to miss a single moment due to being unnecessarily hasty, after all.
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The truth is, I don't really expect to stay for long, so I'm not planning on much - long term or short.
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Or... maybe you just want to make sure I am thinking about you, hm?
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[...]
I'm kind of still. Arguing. Or... talking? Two of them left - the ones I was most concerned about. But Irene said I was admirable. [She laughs a little, but doesn't... sound happy. Not at all.]
It's funny, I... knew this would happen eventually. That's why I didn't--
[...and now her voice is trembling.]
--that's why I didn't tell anyone. I just. I didn't know how to have both you and them in my world at the same time. And I don't know... I don't know...
[And her voice trails off, to be handily replaced by crying.]
I'm sorry. For the crying.
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[ Now this is something most men can't say they're adept at handling, but Isley? He has experience in dealing with a heartbroken Priscilla.
Her shaky breaths, trembling voice... none of it deters him. Truth be told, he's never felt more certain of how to handle a situation involving her than he feels right this moment. ]
You needn't apologize, not to me. In truth... you will probably feel better if you let it all out instead of holding it in.
Cry, scream, yell... whatever is necessary.
And when you're done, I'll still be here. I'll always be here for you.
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[She sniffles, wipes her eyes.]
I don't even even know if they'll even talk to me anymore. Not that I talked much to Deneve to begin with but Helen is...
But I knew if anyone left, it would be them.
I don't really want to scream. But I keep crying all the time. And I don't--
[She stops talking, and takes a long... shaky... breath. And then another. And her voice steadies a little, and gets quieter, too.]
Do you know... I don't remember the last time I was really happy. Maybe some time before July. Before my birthday, when Riful came. But even then, I've just felt so strange ever since I found out more about the Organization.
I don't even remember what makes me happy anymore.
[She wipes her face with one hand, the other trembling a little, pressed against the desk where she's rested ( ... )
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Do you think you need to be forgiven for anything you've done? After trying so hard to please everyone... especially when it has been at your own expense?
[ His sigh is a long and exaggerated one. ]
They'll come around. Give them time. It's not a wound you've made, Priscilla, merely salt which you have poured into it.
It will wash clean eventually.
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But it's Irene, and... please don't hurt her.
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I have had some pretty intense spars.
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