[ we are post party i am mobile and on a train this is all i have energy for. perhaps they can be walking back after cleaning up?? she would have helped.
the emotional state is warm and loose and easy. every so often she reaches for him kind of absently, making sure he is there. ]
[ walking back sounds good. the last flight out of the starlight hotel, or something like it.
strohl's emotions are roughly the same - he's tired, and there's a little thread of something thoughtful and contemplative, but it's not necessarily bad. mixed with his usual attention, too, keeping a watchful eye on vi. when she reaches for him yet again, he just kind of scoops her arm up with his so they can walk arm in arm, easy. ]
[ when he scoops her arm with his, she relaxes entirely. that safe feeling curls up in her, as usual, and she stops paying as much attention to where they're going. she trusts him to lead. ]
Yeah, think so. People had fun. [ glances up at him. ] Did you? Didn't see if you ended up dancing with anybody.
[ with a hum - that safe feeling reflects something soft and satisfied on his end, a reassuring reminder. yes, you're safe with me. nice to actually feel that way. ]
Might be a bit shameful if I didn't - any proper noble ought to know how to dance. [ a beat. ] It was nostalgic.
[ emotionshare can be kind if embarrassing sometimes, but right now she likes it because she likes being able to reinforce things without saying them. so he knows how much she feels around him all the time, not just every so often.
she half smiles at that. ]
Yeah? [ prods just a little, coaxing. if he wants to talk about home. she is sort of assuming he is talking about life in thalia, before it was gone. ]
[ strohl looks out where they're going - his expression is a little more complicated than you might initially think, gazing outwards, and his emotions swirl a little with it. not angry, but... far away. ]
... Spent a lot of time being shuttled between my relatives, after everything was destroyed. I went to more of those sorts of soirees that you could count, and they weren't... [ ... ] Well.
This was far better, in a lot of ways. Noble society's full of - pomp and circumstances, full of people pretending to be things they aren't. It used to make me mad, because I felt I was the only person in the room who cared about anything besides parties.
[ she rests her head against his arm as they walk, slowing down a bit so she can listen. ]
Well, you probably were.
[ which is kind of rude but like, listen. she's so used to rich people being nightmares - she's so used to being on the other side of it, watching all the topsiders carry on like there wasn't a city full of struggling people right beneath their feet. in her experience, they never cared, unless they could make an example out of one of them. or exploit them. ]
... Caitlyn was sort of like that. [ she says, after a moment. ] She used to want to make things better for us. She wanted to do what was right. And then my sister killed her mom and she decided there was - you know, merit to all of us being scum.
[ he knows all of these pieces by now, over time. ]
[ strohl thinks it again - for not the first time tonight, or the second. You deserve better than that.
the idea burns him the way it burned him the first time she told this story, the way it burned him when he lived it, but it -
well. it reminds him of heismay, for a moment, too. of the rapport it took him time to build with basilio, of learning and unlearning and all the things they've all had to do, bit by bit. there's a pulse to his emotions of familiarity. a longing, brief and scattered, for home, but he shakes it off. ]
She was wrong. [ is his actual response, more measured and thoughtful, though his frown is severe, and he clearly means that - she was wrong and that's final. ] Just petty vengeance, in the end, it doesn't solve anything. Punishing an entire group of people for the actions of one person, that's what Louis is doing.
[ strohl falls quiet - presses his lips together for a moment, then looks down at her out of the corner of his eye, as he quells his own anger in place of concern. ] ...The two of you were close as could be.
[ she lets that sink in for a moment, weighs it in her mind. and then. after a moment: ]
Yeah. I liked her. [ had a thing for her. but she's not entirely sure that's still true. getting thrown away like that, having her sister thrown in her face - and then just really never getting to talk to her again after that, being put here and talking to people who seem to care about her for who she is...
it's hard to remember she might've cared. it's hard to think about how she might have just... settled for that. for someone who showed her bare minimum kindness. ]
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the emotional state is warm and loose and easy. every so often she reaches for him kind of absently, making sure he is there. ]
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strohl's emotions are roughly the same - he's tired, and there's a little thread of something thoughtful and contemplative, but it's not necessarily bad. mixed with his usual attention, too, keeping a watchful eye on vi. when she reaches for him yet again, he just kind of scoops her arm up with his so they can walk arm in arm, easy. ]
Fairly successful night, I'd say.
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Yeah, think so. People had fun. [ glances up at him. ] Did you? Didn't see if you ended up dancing with anybody.
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[ with a hum - that safe feeling reflects something soft and satisfied on his end, a reassuring reminder. yes, you're safe with me. nice to actually feel that way. ]
Might be a bit shameful if I didn't - any proper noble ought to know how to dance. [ a beat. ] It was nostalgic.
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she half smiles at that. ]
Yeah? [ prods just a little, coaxing. if he wants to talk about home. she is sort of assuming he is talking about life in thalia, before it was gone. ]
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[ strohl looks out where they're going - his expression is a little more complicated than you might initially think, gazing outwards, and his emotions swirl a little with it. not angry, but... far away. ]
... Spent a lot of time being shuttled between my relatives, after everything was destroyed. I went to more of those sorts of soirees that you could count, and they weren't... [ ... ] Well.
This was far better, in a lot of ways. Noble society's full of - pomp and circumstances, full of people pretending to be things they aren't. It used to make me mad, because I felt I was the only person in the room who cared about anything besides parties.
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Well, you probably were.
[ which is kind of rude but like, listen. she's so used to rich people being nightmares - she's so used to being on the other side of it, watching all the topsiders carry on like there wasn't a city full of struggling people right beneath their feet. in her experience, they never cared, unless they could make an example out of one of them. or exploit them. ]
... Caitlyn was sort of like that. [ she says, after a moment. ] She used to want to make things better for us. She wanted to do what was right. And then my sister killed her mom and she decided there was - you know, merit to all of us being scum.
[ he knows all of these pieces by now, over time. ]
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the idea burns him the way it burned him the first time she told this story, the way it burned him when he lived it, but it -
well. it reminds him of heismay, for a moment, too. of the rapport it took him time to build with basilio, of learning and unlearning and all the things they've all had to do, bit by bit. there's a pulse to his emotions of familiarity. a longing, brief and scattered, for home, but he shakes it off. ]
She was wrong. [ is his actual response, more measured and thoughtful, though his frown is severe, and he clearly means that - she was wrong and that's final. ] Just petty vengeance, in the end, it doesn't solve anything. Punishing an entire group of people for the actions of one person, that's what Louis is doing.
[ strohl falls quiet - presses his lips together for a moment, then looks down at her out of the corner of his eye, as he quells his own anger in place of concern. ] ...The two of you were close as could be.
[ partners. ]
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Yeah. I liked her. [ had a thing for her. but she's not entirely sure that's still true. getting thrown away like that, having her sister thrown in her face - and then just really never getting to talk to her again after that, being put here and talking to people who seem to care about her for who she is...
it's hard to remember she might've cared. it's hard to think about how she might have just... settled for that. for someone who showed her bare minimum kindness. ]
I don't know. It feels like a long time ago.
[ feels like I've changed, too. ]