Mm. [ A delay, first with some rustling as he sits up, then in relative silence, save the aforementioned more distant conversations, as he does a silent headcount, complete with unabashed pointing at heads as they're counted. ] Three-quarters, if I can count those who brought their lovers [ gross ] along as two.
[ Why is that not something people can be executed for. Why must he suffer so. He's only done six hundred and fifty-nine things wrong in his entire life, he doesn't deserve this, etc. ]
If I kept you from wine for a few months first perhaps I could have a medium private residence. That is more promising.
[ Genuinely, perhaps. It did not take most them long after the Inquisition brought them in from the cold to readjust to four walls and armed protectors. But still, a touch defensive— ]
You should have seen the war. Magic makes it much easier to travel with feather beds and fainting couches. In an emergency they may double as barricades.
[ The rational response to realizing that his little (yeah, that's right, little) brother thinks he has to want something to talk to him is probably not to amp up the hostility, but but you know what. ]
Is that what you and your friends do now? Deal in pillows? [ Sick... burn....? ] Are you any better at that?
We are exercising restraint, [ Kostos bites out, which is definitely not the first time those words have been used in that order in relation to this event, ] to avoid irreparable damage to our common cause.
[ So, you know, there. ]
If we set the Gallows on fire we can't all run to Antiva.
[If only they were six years old and not, you know, thirty. If they were six, it would be acceptable to make good on the impulse to find Kostos and give him repeated kicks to the shins until he was on the floor.
Instead, Nikos bores the tip of his knife against the stone wall beside him. I didn't run, he does not say, because it would sound petulant and childish. Even though he didn't run.]
And you were left behind to nanny. Lucky you.
You should try it, you know. Antiva. It's beautiful this time of year. All that sea air, could be good for whatever has crawled up your arse and died.
[ In the absence of the ability to fight over running, he could at least fight over nanny. Something like, if being left here for a week or two makes me a nanny, what are you. But no. That would make too much sense. Instead: ]
[ —led up anyone's ass and died. Not Kostos', at least. But he is too surrounded by people to say that, once he realizes he's about to, and comes to an abrupt (but seething) halt, like a cat suddenly rediscovering its dignity after running circles around a room and knocking everything over. ]
[Nikos only just manages to bite back a furious YOU'RE stupid. Ever the younger brother (by a few minutes only, by no significant margin, no matter what Kostos used to say), he still has to get in a last word.]
Good night. [Sarcastic, maybe a small, small bit in mockery of Kostos' voice.] The next time you want to insult me, write it in a letter. So I can burn it instead of listening to you talk.
[ He can HAVE the last word. Kostos will give it to him, because he is older and wiser and more generous that way, along with a free bonus prolonged pause of the you can't hear me rolling my eyes but I'm going to make you listen to it anyway variety, before the shuffling and hand-on-crystal noises that accompany a connection being severed.
And then he will lie there in his bunk bed and consider whether he's petty enough to have FUCK YOU stamped into a sheet of metal. ]
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Date: 2018-04-20 08:44 pm (UTC)[ Why is that not something people can be executed for. Why must he suffer so. He's only done six hundred and fifty-nine things wrong in his entire life, he doesn't deserve this, etc. ]
If I kept you from wine for a few months first perhaps I could have a medium private residence. That is more promising.
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Date: 2018-04-21 12:10 am (UTC)[Just saying.]
One extra bed. Why the fuck would anyone bring a bedwarmer to a strike? Perhaps mages are as bad as everyone says.
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Date: 2018-04-22 08:51 am (UTC)[ Genuinely, perhaps. It did not take most them long after the Inquisition brought them in from the cold to readjust to four walls and armed protectors. But still, a touch defensive— ]
You should have seen the war. Magic makes it much easier to travel with feather beds and fainting couches. In an emergency they may double as barricades.
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Date: 2018-04-23 02:35 am (UTC)Is that what you want from me?
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Date: 2018-04-24 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-24 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-30 12:09 am (UTC)Is that what you and your friends do now? Deal in pillows? [ Sick... burn....? ] Are you any better at that?
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Date: 2018-04-30 03:01 am (UTC)[Sick burn for sick burn.]
What my friends [heavy on the sarcasm] do is more actionable than sleeping in bunkbeds for a few weeks while petitions circulate.
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Date: 2018-04-30 04:15 am (UTC)[ So, you know, there. ]
If we set the Gallows on fire we can't all run to Antiva.
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Date: 2018-04-30 05:03 pm (UTC)Instead, Nikos bores the tip of his knife against the stone wall beside him. I didn't run, he does not say, because it would sound petulant and childish. Even though he didn't run.]
And you were left behind to nanny. Lucky you.
You should try it, you know. Antiva. It's beautiful this time of year. All that sea air, could be good for whatever has crawled up your arse and died.
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Date: 2018-05-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Sea air does not cure death.
[ ReAd A bOoK. ]
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Date: 2018-05-01 06:36 pm (UTC)Forestalls it, maybe. I'm still alive.
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Date: 2018-05-01 09:35 pm (UTC)[ —led up anyone's ass and died. Not Kostos', at least. But he is too surrounded by people to say that, once he realizes he's about to, and comes to an abrupt (but seething) halt, like a cat suddenly rediscovering its dignity after running circles around a room and knocking everything over. ]
This is stupid. Good night.
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Date: 2018-05-02 06:31 pm (UTC)Good night. [Sarcastic, maybe a small, small bit in mockery of Kostos' voice.] The next time you want to insult me, write it in a letter. So I can burn it instead of listening to you talk.
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Date: 2018-05-03 02:22 am (UTC)And then he will lie there in his bunk bed and consider whether he's petty enough to have FUCK YOU stamped into a sheet of metal. ]
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Date: 2018-05-03 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-03 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
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