and apparently it's not information enough as his last two braincells rattle around in a sort of confused circle. one hand steadies himself on the balcony because this is the ninth floor and he at least recognizes that he may be in need of some stability in case she decides to shove him off.
but the fingers on his other hand slip around her wrist under his chin - loose, definitely not enough to keep her in place if she wanted to pull away, but almost to make some kind of connection]
But is that who you want to be? I won't look away, if the answer is yes. Or even if it's no. To be honest, I don't even think my opinion matters that much, and you don't owe me anything.
I just think you're different from me, and can be more than what you think you were made for. If that was something you wanted.
[if she wanted something more than to serve her family? it's a strange thing, to be told that she wants to remember someone as head empty and agreeable as him, while at the same time insisting that she is solidly among her apparently disagreeable family.
ultimately, he just thinks it'd be nice if she was happy.]
[ For a second, her eyes flash, and it looks like she wants to grab a Lisa Frank knife and cut his hand clean off, but she curls her fingers closed around nothing. She doesn't pull her hand away, and she doesn't take a step back.
There is something uncomfortable in his words, but she won't flinch away from him. ]
You're right. I don't owe you anything.
[ Much less an answer to his questions. He will have to use his two braincells to put it all together or try to work his way through the layers of her trust. ]
I am on the road of my own choosing.
[ Ultimately, her happiness has never been a priority. ]
but buzen will nod at that - understanding. he had a feeling that he wouldn't actually get any answers but... well, he doesn't exactly mind either. in the end, he's just curious and confused.
his fingers fall away from her hand and the first thing he says is - ] I'm sorry, if I was too forward and made you uncomfortable. I don't mean to push you.
[given the way that her eyes flashed. she could've sliced him and he would've said it was fair, probably.]
Everyone has something that they might not like talking about. I just want you to know that I hope that your choices lead you to victory, whatever that looks like.
And if there is ever a time you might want support on the journey, my arms will always be open.
[ if she stabs him, will she get voted for? :thinking:
She draws back a few steps, and by the time she stands still, she's as composed as she usually is. She smiles at him like she didn't just thinking about stabbing him. ]
Thank you, Buzen. Please rest assured, that if - when we leave, my victory will be assured.
[ She also thinks, even if he was forged for battle or to protect, there really isn't any reason he should wish for that for her, no matter what kind of person she wants or chooses to be. ]
And I will continue to rely on you while we're here.
[no she won't roxana for endgame (taps the post title)]
Then I hope the news of your legacy reaches me, whenever and wherever I am. I'd like to hear about it. I think that'd be good news.
[it's hard to say whether or not buzen has any self-preservation, or if he's truly just so used to being threatened in danger that this whole little brush doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
he'll hop up from his seat at the balcony]
I won't overstay my welcome though, if I've interrupted your relaxation time. Shall I go?
[even if she's composed now, he doesn't want to make her feel like she has to forcefully suppress any homicidal urges! that'd probably feel kinda itchy]
[ Honestly, it's good for Roxana that he just took all of that in stride and still seems like he wants to support her even if he doesn't fully know what that means.
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Her expression is a little evil. It's dark with her intent and thoughts, and her smile is not kind. ]
I am without a doubt a daughter of my family. My accomplishments have been acknowledged, and my father trusts me.
[ Is that information enough? ]
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and apparently it's not information enough as his last two braincells rattle around in a sort of confused circle. one hand steadies himself on the balcony because this is the ninth floor and he at least recognizes that he may be in need of some stability in case she decides to shove him off.
but the fingers on his other hand slip around her wrist under his chin - loose, definitely not enough to keep her in place if she wanted to pull away, but almost to make some kind of connection]
But is that who you want to be? I won't look away, if the answer is yes. Or even if it's no. To be honest, I don't even think my opinion matters that much, and you don't owe me anything.
I just think you're different from me, and can be more than what you think you were made for. If that was something you wanted.
[if she wanted something more than to serve her family? it's a strange thing, to be told that she wants to remember someone as head empty and agreeable as him, while at the same time insisting that she is solidly among her apparently disagreeable family.
ultimately, he just thinks it'd be nice if she was happy.]
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There is something uncomfortable in his words, but she won't flinch away from him. ]
You're right. I don't owe you anything.
[ Much less an answer to his questions. He will have to use his two braincells to put it all together or try to work his way through the layers of her trust. ]
I am on the road of my own choosing.
[ Ultimately, her happiness has never been a priority. ]
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but buzen will nod at that - understanding. he had a feeling that he wouldn't actually get any answers but... well, he doesn't exactly mind either. in the end, he's just curious and confused.
his fingers fall away from her hand and the first thing he says is - ] I'm sorry, if I was too forward and made you uncomfortable. I don't mean to push you.
[given the way that her eyes flashed. she could've sliced him and he would've said it was fair, probably.]
Everyone has something that they might not like talking about. I just want you to know that I hope that your choices lead you to victory, whatever that looks like.
And if there is ever a time you might want support on the journey, my arms will always be open.
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She draws back a few steps, and by the time she stands still, she's as composed as she usually is. She smiles at him like she didn't just thinking about stabbing him. ]
Thank you, Buzen. Please rest assured, that if - when we leave, my victory will be assured.
[ She also thinks, even if he was forged for battle or to protect, there really isn't any reason he should wish for that for her, no matter what kind of person she wants or chooses to be. ]
And I will continue to rely on you while we're here.
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Then I hope the news of your legacy reaches me, whenever and wherever I am. I'd like to hear about it. I think that'd be good news.
[it's hard to say whether or not buzen has any self-preservation, or if he's truly just so used to being threatened in danger that this whole little brush doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
he'll hop up from his seat at the balcony]
I won't overstay my welcome though, if I've interrupted your relaxation time. Shall I go?
[even if she's composed now, he doesn't want to make her feel like she has to forcefully suppress any homicidal urges! that'd probably feel kinda itchy]
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Her smile is almost fond. ]
Have a good time visiting the others, Buzen.