[ Because you already went and concocted a plan to remove my nightmares without consulting me, he thinks to himself sourly. He has his own pace he keeps to and loathes when others violate it. She has practically given him no choice but to accept at least talking to her goddess friend. ]
The Archivist disliked my teasing of his partner over the network. He used an invitation to a game of chess as pretext to attempt to force answers from me using his entity's power, though he could not maintain the effort for long.
[ If a possible solution can be found, why wait for it... she doesn't exactly have the luxury of waiting things out when she needs to think on her feet. Something that would change in her years away from here, but as for now...
She sighs and looks up at him, resting her cheek against the back of her hand. ]
... I thought this entity needed a direct statement to feed on? Did you give him one for it to use? Though you probably couldn't have known what was being done with whatever you said.
[ Her ears flick up. ]
That must have been some teasing if this Archivist got worked up over it. Were you flirting or just being an arse? It's a valid question, don't ruffle up.
[ Flirting...flirting?! Does he look like the sort who would--
Ugh, nevermind. ]
As I mentioned before you put me to sleep, I shared my recount of Amaurot's end to him. I was under the impression he would merely archive it.
[ Clearly not.
Rather than explain the little incident which set Jon off, he pulls out his device and searches through it for their conversation. Then he holds it out for her to read. ]
[ She sits up, taking his device and turning around with her back to the bed as she scrolls down to read. Though she does start looking visibly amused, her ears flicking and she giggles at some parts— but she calms as she reaches the end. Turning and handing him back his device, she moves her arm over her knee. ]
First off... that looked a little like flirting. Offering cute carbuncles to the lad, unprompted? You've never made me something adorable yet.
[ She's joking clearly, but her expression grows thoughtful. ]
... so, let me get this right. He never informed you that giving your account would cause the entity to latch onto you. Over this? This Archivist is either incredibly insecure, jealous or both.
[ She turns and cranes her neck to get rid of the stiffness before continuing... ]
And not telling you, regardless of what he thought you were doing, was just as villainous. Even my husband wouldn't react that badly to someone talking shite.
[ Mostly because she kicks their arses herself, but details. ]
So I'm assuming he's in no hurry to help you break free of this. Incidentally, what were you going to do if I hadn't had anyone to ask about this?
[ 'Fiercely overprotective' is his conclusion, although their latest bout of sniping had revealed some interesting internal conflict from Jon. He tucks the device back into his pocket and rubs at his eyes. ]
Nothing, [ he tells her stiffly. ] I was managing my sleep well enough, despite what you think. Mayhap I would have adjusted it a little given how easily your spell affected me, sought other's opinions on the matter quietly, but nothing more.
[ If nothing can be done then nothing can be done. There is no use wringing one's hands over it. It IS his own error and he must bear the consequence of it. ]
When is your friend arriving? If it is not for a while then there are tasks I have to attend to.
[ She repeats, before standing and smoothing her skirt. ]
Far be it for me to judge how you handle a problem, but in my tribe, when a problem shows up, we work hard to fix it. Though, I'll be honest... I actually didn't expect to find someone who would offer help. My plan was to just investigate and make sure you didn't topple over like you did again. I suppose it just struck Lilith personally somehow... so you're lucky, Emmy!
[ She smiles and pushes her hands together, ears lifting with an eager flick. ]
Just think, if it does work, you'll be able to sleep properly again. And Lilith's arriving in... ten ticks from now, so freshen up a little.
[ There's a sink for the flowers and by the outdoor barbecue and kitchen area. She's not a defeatist, that's for sure. ]
You are skipping work today. Think you've had enough excitement already for a sun, aye? Go meet someone you actually like after this, take your mind off things. Then come back refreshed!
[ Normal, healthy things!! She isn't counting herself in it, Menphina knows he's seen enough of her today. She pauses to look over at the star plushie, before smiling a bit and picking it up. ]
This little thing's pretty resilient. You can have it if you want. Or I'll keep it here if you ever want to come back and rest your eyes sometime.
[ She may as well extend the offer to someone who needs it more. ]
I'm going to check my potion storage to see if I can find something else to help you after and grab some tea. Want anything?
[ Even with how long she's been up, there's never a complaint from her doing this. But, that's what Matriarchs do. And in any case... ah, sentiment. ]
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[ She isn't in the mood to argue or think up things in regards to a soul— that's way beyond her knowledge and understanding.
Her hand goes to the back of her head as she pushes her face back into her arm and against the edge of the bed, tired. ]
And I know nothing about souls, what makes you think I'll risk something that'll compromise you like that?
[ Have a little faith, here, Emet-Selch. She lifts a hand and gestures a wave. ]
Fine, I yield. I'm not so unethical that I would force a drug onto you. Give me some credit. We might not even need it, firstly. Secondly...
[ She turns her head on her arm, looking up at him. ]
Why isn't this Archivist person helping you be free of this?
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The Archivist disliked my teasing of his partner over the network. He used an invitation to a game of chess as pretext to attempt to force answers from me using his entity's power, though he could not maintain the effort for long.
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She sighs and looks up at him, resting her cheek against the back of her hand. ]
... I thought this entity needed a direct statement to feed on? Did you give him one for it to use? Though you probably couldn't have known what was being done with whatever you said.
[ Her ears flick up. ]
That must have been some teasing if this Archivist got worked up over it. Were you flirting or just being an arse? It's a valid question, don't ruffle up.
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Ugh, nevermind. ]
As I mentioned before you put me to sleep, I shared my recount of Amaurot's end to him. I was under the impression he would merely archive it.
[ Clearly not.
Rather than explain the little incident which set Jon off, he pulls out his device and searches through it for their conversation. Then he holds it out for her to read. ]
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First off... that looked a little like flirting. Offering cute carbuncles to the lad, unprompted? You've never made me something adorable yet.
[ She's joking clearly, but her expression grows thoughtful. ]
... so, let me get this right. He never informed you that giving your account would cause the entity to latch onto you. Over this? This Archivist is either incredibly insecure, jealous or both.
[ She turns and cranes her neck to get rid of the stiffness before continuing... ]
And not telling you, regardless of what he thought you were doing, was just as villainous. Even my husband wouldn't react that badly to someone talking shite.
[ Mostly because she kicks their arses herself, but details. ]
So I'm assuming he's in no hurry to help you break free of this. Incidentally, what were you going to do if I hadn't had anyone to ask about this?
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Nothing, [ he tells her stiffly. ] I was managing my sleep well enough, despite what you think. Mayhap I would have adjusted it a little given how easily your spell affected me, sought other's opinions on the matter quietly, but nothing more.
[ If nothing can be done then nothing can be done. There is no use wringing one's hands over it. It IS his own error and he must bear the consequence of it. ]
When is your friend arriving? If it is not for a while then there are tasks I have to attend to.
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[ She repeats, before standing and smoothing her skirt. ]
Far be it for me to judge how you handle a problem, but in my tribe, when a problem shows up, we work hard to fix it. Though, I'll be honest... I actually didn't expect to find someone who would offer help. My plan was to just investigate and make sure you didn't topple over like you did again. I suppose it just struck Lilith personally somehow... so you're lucky, Emmy!
[ She smiles and pushes her hands together, ears lifting with an eager flick. ]
Just think, if it does work, you'll be able to sleep properly again. And Lilith's arriving in... ten ticks from now, so freshen up a little.
[ There's a sink for the flowers and by the outdoor barbecue and kitchen area. She's not a defeatist, that's for sure. ]
You are skipping work today. Think you've had enough excitement already for a sun, aye? Go meet someone you actually like after this, take your mind off things. Then come back refreshed!
[ Normal, healthy things!! She isn't counting herself in it, Menphina knows he's seen enough of her today. She pauses to look over at the star plushie, before smiling a bit and picking it up. ]
This little thing's pretty resilient. You can have it if you want. Or I'll keep it here if you ever want to come back and rest your eyes sometime.
[ She may as well extend the offer to someone who needs it more. ]
I'm going to check my potion storage to see if I can find something else to help you after and grab some tea. Want anything?
[ Even with how long she's been up, there's never a complaint from her doing this. But, that's what Matriarchs do. And in any case... ah, sentiment. ]
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[ He puts the plush toy back amongst its fellows. Nice as it is, he is not that attached to the thing. He waves her off.
There is little else to say that won't be more sniping about her damned need to interfere in matters not her own. So he opts not to say it at all. ]