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[ It takes more effort, a petulant, frustrated noise as she pushes against him when he gets her to move. But gets her up, regardless. Even if it takes her one lurching step after another until need over takes whatever her drunken mind insisted - ( doesn't want to let go of his hand, hates that she had to get off him - could have gone to sleep right there ) -
Gets to the sink, and every awful thing she'd drunk comes straight back up again. Not half as good coming back up as it was going down. Hair falling everywhere, hanging onto the edge of the sink. ]
Gets to the sink, and every awful thing she'd drunk comes straight back up again. Not half as good coming back up as it was going down. Hair falling everywhere, hanging onto the edge of the sink. ]
[ His movements are elegant, sure, and practiced, scooping up her hair and tucking it up behind her head in a careful bun, keeping it away from any splashback. With his other hand he turns on the water, running it and taking a moment when she's not throwing up to wet a towel. He presses that to the back of her neck and makes low soothing sounds in her ear. ]
[ He knows far better than she what to do where it's concerned. The miserable unhappy noise she makes for the effort of: drinking and regretting it. Why did she agree to this? Pride. Always pride. The worst thing she's done in weeks. She wasn't getting up at dawn tomorrow, that much she knew. ]
I'm never doing this again. I do not care what you say about it.
[ It's a miserable cough, leaning heavily forward. ]
I'm never doing this again. I do not care what you say about it.
[ It's a miserable cough, leaning heavily forward. ]
[ The fingers in her hair feel good, his touch so light. Softer than her own worn ones, maybe she could just sleep here instead - ]
Not a mistake I'll repeat.
[ He can go out and drink as much as he likes, she is never following in this particular endeavour. That much she is sure of. ]
Not a mistake I'll repeat.
[ He can go out and drink as much as he likes, she is never following in this particular endeavour. That much she is sure of. ]
[ That makes her head lift, curious - finally stopped. At least for now. Nothing else in her stomach. ]
What for?
What for?
[ She laughs, weakly, but for what it is worth, true. ]
It's my pride that did it. We both know that.
It's my pride that did it. We both know that.
[ Lost, a little, when she coughs a bit more, but finally, enough gone that she cups her hand to the tap, rinsing her mouth out. Not so much to help, but rid of that disgusting on her tongue. ]
It is not your fault. Besides, it was just a drink. No different to the others you... gave me. [ Wipes at her mouth, quick sharp movement. ] Besides, it is his fault for sending it to me.
[ As if - the world ever worked that way. To her mind, it should, as firmly as it didn't ever. ]
It is not your fault. Besides, it was just a drink. No different to the others you... gave me. [ Wipes at her mouth, quick sharp movement. ] Besides, it is his fault for sending it to me.
[ As if - the world ever worked that way. To her mind, it should, as firmly as it didn't ever. ]
[ Her head rises up, pushing up with her elbows to keep herself steady. ]
Tired. [ A miserable little laugh. ] Is it defeat to return home now? [ Later than she ever tried to stay out, but probably far earlier than he ever did. ]
Tired. [ A miserable little laugh. ] Is it defeat to return home now? [ Later than she ever tried to stay out, but probably far earlier than he ever did. ]
[ That makes her smile, properly, if still - a drunken softness to it. Not quite so sharp, but all the warmer. ]
Well then, my commander, you should take me home.
Well then, my commander, you should take me home.
[ All teeth, she quite probably is. ]
Perhaps we can pretend for a little while.
Perhaps we can pretend for a little while.
[ She doesn't want to be besotted. It would be less complicated, but there she has it - adoring little laughter. ]
Is it? Well, shall you be my general? Advising me to quit the field.
Is it? Well, shall you be my general? Advising me to quit the field.
[ Treason, treason if ever heard by another. As if she had not committed half enough crimes this evening. ]
I think so. Or at least, a scheming adviser.
I think so. Or at least, a scheming adviser.
[ She sits obediently still - or perhaps not obediently, merely tired and still too drunk. Her eyes falling shut again, leaning against the sink edge where things still swim behind her eyes. Not sick anymore - just the swing of drunken fervour. ]
Perhaps I need you to not be honest, perhaps I too much for us both. [ She breathes in something knotted, taking form as she says. ] I have been protected. I know... [ it takes her over. ] I know I do not know how to be a Vorrutyer. I have always done as I wanted, when I wanted - it will be different. I know -
[ A babble of concern, because she had taken no small part of his words to heart. The slow creep of what it meant to marry into his family. ]
Perhaps I need you to not be honest, perhaps I too much for us both. [ She breathes in something knotted, taking form as she says. ] I have been protected. I know... [ it takes her over. ] I know I do not know how to be a Vorrutyer. I have always done as I wanted, when I wanted - it will be different. I know -
[ A babble of concern, because she had taken no small part of his words to heart. The slow creep of what it meant to marry into his family. ]
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