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unknownseas2021-02-27 07:34 pm
thisaroma) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-27 07:34 pm
into each breaking wave
[ Well, that was — no pun intended — unfortunate. ...But in light of what they already saw happen the first two weeks, maybe it's not really that surprising, either; and maybe it's at least a little easier to recognize when something is going to be a lost cause, if not necessarily to accept it.
In spite of everything, this is the first time Decus has been in a halfway decent mood after a trial, which he can gather is... probably not the case for most of the rest. So he figures he can take on the party host duties for this week rather than push it onto someone who needs a break. Anyway, he wants to keep up this feeling-okay thing for as long as he can, and if he has too much downtime and starts to think about what happened a week ago today... he might end up a little less okay.
So, he brings some food down to the buffet from the cafes for a little variety (even though most of them probably aren't going to be too picky at this point), along with some tea and cocoa from Starbucks and a few harder options from the bar, and gets that all set up in as welcoming an arrangement as he can manage. And...
Well. Despite how he may come off sometimes, he actually is self-aware enough to realize that some of the others might not appreciate being reminded that he's still alive when three people who'd never had any intention of killing are dead. It doesn't really bother him, but he doesn't want to create unnecessary drama, either; so he doesn't put his name anywhere on the invitations he puts up around the place, just a simple:
food and drinks at the buffet
...Which is almost always the case, technically, this past week excluded, but hey.
And while he might come by to offer a drink or something to someone who looks like they need it, he's mostly going to hang back and let everyone do their thing. ]
In spite of everything, this is the first time Decus has been in a halfway decent mood after a trial, which he can gather is... probably not the case for most of the rest. So he figures he can take on the party host duties for this week rather than push it onto someone who needs a break. Anyway, he wants to keep up this feeling-okay thing for as long as he can, and if he has too much downtime and starts to think about what happened a week ago today... he might end up a little less okay.
So, he brings some food down to the buffet from the cafes for a little variety (even though most of them probably aren't going to be too picky at this point), along with some tea and cocoa from Starbucks and a few harder options from the bar, and gets that all set up in as welcoming an arrangement as he can manage. And...
Well. Despite how he may come off sometimes, he actually is self-aware enough to realize that some of the others might not appreciate being reminded that he's still alive when three people who'd never had any intention of killing are dead. It doesn't really bother him, but he doesn't want to create unnecessary drama, either; so he doesn't put his name anywhere on the invitations he puts up around the place, just a simple:
food and drinks at the buffet
...Which is almost always the case, technically, this past week excluded, but hey.
And while he might come by to offer a drink or something to someone who looks like they need it, he's mostly going to hang back and let everyone do their thing. ]
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[Flayn takes a moment to think about Filbo's question.]
...I will always carry pain in my heart from this day. That goes without question. But cutting my hair is not for coping. It is from a personal realization. If I continue to keep secrets, it may put all of us in danger somehow, so I want to be completely honest from now on. You are all more than deserving of that.
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You were keeping secrets?
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[After you sleep for about a thousand yearsish you kind of don't know your age anymore, just that you old af.]
And I am not a human, either.
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I...hope you don't take it the wrong way, Flayn, but I had kinda guessed that.
[That said...]
THen what are you? That's what I have no idea about.
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Oh no she really is so bad at lying]
Um, well, my people are referred to as "Children of the Goddess". Those of us left call our people "Nabatean".
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[Is that what you meant with 'divine flesh', Flayn? That you're all descended from a real, honest-to-goodness goddess, he wonders]
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[So yeah, literal for sure.]
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[Well, Nabatean, but as he sees it, if you're the descendant of a goddess you probably are a goddess? Because that must be genetic, right?]
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[Well, she's not really "just Flayn".]
...I would like to just be a normal girl. And I do my best to be so. But with the passage of time, my actions in the past made me a saint.
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[Wow. Well that's certainly not something that happens due to genetics, or at least he doubts it is. By association to this goddess maybe, but she says it's due to actions. He really is having a bit of a hard time trying to take this all right away]
It's so hard to understand I'm talking to a saint right now. Sh-Should I be talking to you differently? More respectfully, I guess?
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[I mean, sure, people heaping compliments onto Saint Cethleann in her presence is really nice to hear - really really nice - but in person, around other people? She just wants to be a normal girl. Enjoy normal things. Have friends and fall in love and learn new things.]
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[Easier that way, really]
Welcome to not having any secrets, Flayn. Lorna would have been so proud of you.
[He's not entirely sure if bringing up Lorna is the right thing to do, but maybe if he can make it kind of encouraging it'll be fine. He hopes so, at least]
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I would hope so. She is part of the reason I do not want to hold onto my secrets so tightly any longer.