You're quite convincing--and quite sturdy besides, if our mission is anything to go by. But you've already said that you agree with me, that being among people is the best way to lead and judge and measure and understand them. So I don't think you're telling entire truths here.
[He shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, he isn’t— although it does necessitate tipping his hand by way of offering her at least some small fragment of his truer self.
What he thinks. What he believes.
A sacrifice, yes, but a far better one than confessing the rest of his grim, monstrous facets.]
But no, I suppose reality is a little more nuanced than what I’ve been promising. Less entertaining, too, though it’s your choice if you want me to speak from the boring, undazzling heart.
Because in reality, you do get close. Make friends, contacts, acquaintances— whatever you want to call it— and then you make damn well sure that no matter how they pull on your heartstrings or lull you with the kindness of their company, you don’t fall into the trap of caring too much. Or too hard.
[--a brief final moment of that dazzling lightness, before she settles into listening once more and the boring heart of it all.]
I suppose I understand what you mean. But I would argue that friendship--company, companionship, whatever you'd like to call it--is worth risk and even the occasional bitter end. What else do we have in this life but those we surround ourselves with?
[Lonely is what she thinks, again. But she lets it pass for now, picking up his cue.]
Is that so. [Personal investment.] And would you mind telling me what you mean by that, exactly, in this situation? Rifters might have different references and turns of phrase, after all, and I want to make sure I have your meaning clearly.
My dear Seeker, I trust your radiant powers of deduction. Surely it wouldn’t be too difficult for a perceptive creature like yourself, to figure out what you mean to me.
Just how dear you are.
[Or that he'll be watching with interest as she makes her way in this weary world— in good company or otherwise.]
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Date: 2021-10-02 08:19 pm (UTC)[The way he says it, he might indeed be fanning fingers through his own locks at present, in fact.]
But all teasing aside, I didn't need anyone else. I still don't.
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Date: 2021-10-03 05:58 pm (UTC)Speaking of 'awfully lonely'--
[--well, that.]
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Date: 2021-10-04 01:57 am (UTC)[That, and he’s lying. Ironically to a Seeker of Truth, but that’s neither here nor there, at present.
He likes her.
And because he likes her, it’s better that she doesn’t know too much. Or anything at all, in fact.]
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Date: 2021-10-05 05:45 pm (UTC)You're quite convincing--and quite sturdy besides, if our mission is anything to go by. But you've already said that you agree with me, that being among people is the best way to lead and judge and measure and understand them. So I don't think you're telling entire truths here.
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Date: 2021-10-06 10:39 am (UTC)I suppose you are a Seeker after all.
[He shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, he isn’t— although it does necessitate tipping his hand by way of offering her at least some small fragment of his truer self.
What he thinks. What he believes.
A sacrifice, yes, but a far better one than confessing the rest of his grim, monstrous facets.]
But no, I suppose reality is a little more nuanced than what I’ve been promising. Less entertaining, too, though it’s your choice if you want me to speak from the boring, undazzling heart.
Because in reality, you do get close. Make friends, contacts, acquaintances— whatever you want to call it— and then you make damn well sure that no matter how they pull on your heartstrings or lull you with the kindness of their company, you don’t fall into the trap of caring too much. Or too hard.
Believe me, it never ends well.
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Date: 2021-10-07 12:31 am (UTC)[--a brief final moment of that dazzling lightness, before she settles into listening once more and the boring heart of it all.]
I suppose I understand what you mean. But I would argue that friendship--company, companionship, whatever you'd like to call it--is worth risk and even the occasional bitter end. What else do we have in this life but those we surround ourselves with?
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Date: 2021-10-07 08:02 am (UTC)[He inhales brightly after that, though. Clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, voice sweet as a songbird:]
That said, for the sake of my own personal investment: I support you. I’d even like to think you might just be right—
Although I suppose the only way to test that theory would be to leap in, feet first.
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Date: 2021-10-13 04:26 am (UTC)Is that so. [Personal investment.] And would you mind telling me what you mean by that, exactly, in this situation? Rifters might have different references and turns of phrase, after all, and I want to make sure I have your meaning clearly.
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Date: 2021-10-14 05:51 am (UTC)My dear Seeker, I trust your radiant powers of deduction. Surely it wouldn’t be too difficult for a perceptive creature like yourself, to figure out what you mean to me.
Just how dear you are.
[Or that he'll be watching with interest as she makes her way in this weary world— in good company or otherwise.]