I don't crave attention. Attention craves me

Lucille Baughan Fajka|| 27||Mayte Exile||Twin sister of Emma Fajka

[maytelesslucille]

New Year’s. Sometime before midnight.

[lawrences-yuan-deactivated20210]

maytelesslucille‌:

If she was offended, she hid it beyond a momentary ice in her eyes, though some coldness in tone still spoke to childish hurt feelings. “You’re right, you don’t deserve the pleasure, and to the teenager I would have to say no thanks, though, you know you could have had help raising her if you were less young and stupid when I was. You might not have even needed to raise her at all if you had trusted me a bit more, but that’s not productive to dwell on. Well, enjoy your night. I’m going to, which, shame to say, means I’ll have to stick to my goodbye,” she smoothed his collar as she spoke, “because I am not old and tired and I can’t be dragged down,” then she patted his chest and followed through on her threat to walk away, not thinking of him following or trying to catch her before she got too far. Where had that Edward Corner gotten off to?

Simon rolled his eyes behind Lucille’s back and followed her, grabbing two glasses of champagne to make a peace offering. He wasn’t stupid. He heard the tone of her voice, something between angry and affronted, and he needed Lucille on his side.

That was the best case scenario at least. Realistically, uneasy allies. And maybe at least that would be enough to keep Louisa safe. Simon wanted to live, sure, but ninety percent of his motivation was his baby sister. Louisa was fifteen, he was pushing forty, and she had so much more life left to experience than him.

If Lucille’s good favor kept her safe, dancing with the devil twice would be worth it.

“I did trust you back then.” He said quietly, extending the champagne flute to her. “But you’re right. That was ages ago.”

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His voice stopped her from walking too far, and she swallowed a smirk before turning and accepting his liquid olive branch. "Is that the story you tell now? Because I remember some pretty terrible things said in the end. You were scared. If you trusted me, you wouldn't have been. Not like you were." It was only facts. Crazy. Delusional. Stalker. He'd thrown hot coffee at her, lashing out in the most absurd mud-dweller way. He'd stained her favorite dress. That stain she knew wasn't, but in a world of many possibilities could have been, what got her caught. Them caught. Wouldn't that have been fitting? "You still are," she said the words lamentingly and paired them with a sigh and then an appraising look, "You're always scared, though you show it differently. Do you think I like you scared, Simon?" She did, she had to admit it to herself, though she didn't every moment and the question came out melancholic and accusatory. "I've told you enough times that you don't need to be. You're free. You create more drama in your mind because you don't really want to be."

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feather-ed‌:

Arrested and freed, right. Again, a light had flickered out. It was actually among some of the orbs he’d been testing out a new defensive shifting spell on. If Jo and Prue were around he likely wouldn’t have been so out of touch, but then again, it’s not as if he would’ve had much time for them. There was no administrative or bureaucratic power pressing down on him to complete his project in as little time as possible, but he still felt a sense of urgency that time couldn’t be wasted. And so he’d slept at the Hall more than he’d slept in his own bed. For a month he’d had a pain in his back from sleeping in a chair, but a bit of pain relieve potion applied to the spot and a hot cup of tea were enough to help at least push it out of mind. “I wouldn’t say we are. We haven’t done anything wrong.” He automatically assumed the woman he was talking to was innocent of any crimes. “Oh, yeah, I hope they have fondue.”

“Usually earmuffs and earplugs will work very effectively.” He nodded sagely as he spoke. “You just have to be sure they fit properly. If you’re not from an area with Windulates, what do you have?”

“And you trust innocence as protection?” It wasn’t a cynical question that berated him for the answer that was assumed. merely curious. There was probably something said about Ed’s nature that the only trap he could think of was that which was sprung to catch the sinners not the saints. “Dark chocolate fondue, none of that waxy milk chocolate.”

“The typical pests. Glumbumbles and mosps. I actually find the mosps fairly agreeable when you find the right note to hum at them. They can’t help the poison stingers.”

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garrett-abernathy‌:

Garrett swallowed done a curse he didn’t have the skill, or the wand, to execute and prepared to run away as fast as possible. She was risking years of his work and dedication to the very man she was trying to call over. Did she think she was better than him because she could make him squirm? Did she think he or any of the other Maytes still alive would’ve cared if she met the same fate as the Kiley’s? Who gave her this right and this confidence? “Why are you doing this?” If he was asking a killer why they did it, it would’ve come out in the same tone.

With anyone else, in a different situation, Victoire’s name and comments would’ve been a pleasant shift in conversation. He could lie about his history with ease - he’d written fake memoirs to ingrain his fake past into his mind. But he couldn’t hide his feelings very well, and many new his interest in Victoire was an easy distraction. Not this time. “It probably would’ve ended with one of us actually blind.” And it probably wouldn’t have been her.

“Because it’s so easy,” she delivered the truth with a superior smile. It was fun to have the power. Garrett was the only one who let her, who didn’t call her bluffs, though perhaps he was smart for it. There was enough true dislike and desire to ruin him there that maybe she wouldn’t be bluffing one time.

“Oh, now there’s an idea, but as pretty as your eyes are, they would be a trifle tacky worn as earrings. A definite conversation piece, however.”

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lawfrisk‌:

‘‘It’s a good solution and I believe would be good for Nerissa as well. In the long term, she will grow wiser. She will have better protection. She will have her sister by her side, instead of a… family friend, if I may.’‘ He was building his case as he spoke, and everything seemed to work according to what their best interests were. ‘‘Be her friend. I believe that’s what she’ll miss most, if she were to come live with us old people. You’re young and must have some of the same interests. I’d like you to slowly replace her inferior girl friends she’s so attached to now.’‘

Rosalie was closer to Nerissa in age and Lucille didn’t know where to casually find the youngest Howell these days unless it was on her sporadic visits to the castle, but she wasn’t going to say anything that indicated she might be less than absolutely suited and ready to start on the job. “Of course. All it will take is a little enthusiasm and understanding. She can be a snappy little thing like I said, but it’s just a cover. One smile and a few chosen words and she’ll remember she always looked up to me. We’ll be close companions in a week.”

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weasleyvictory‌:

‘‘Can’t see him right now, but he has a green eye and a blue one. Weirdo from the start,’‘ Vic rolled her eyes just because the thought of Louis begged her to go for the gesture every time. 

Those were all interesting words Lucille said, with uncertain meanings she would have to dive into later, but the thought of getting an introduction won over any other thoughts. Even the conversation about Emma slipped through the cracks. ‘’I said I don’t know and that you probably went back to live with your parents.’’ 

She then grabbed Lucille’s hand, as if telling her to lead the way. ‘’Now, come on, introduce me to the old man.’’

“One green eye and one blue,” she repeated it like she was committing it to memory. “Whatever for?” she asked with the casual privilege of someone used to the ease of magic to alter the world.

“Heaven forfend,” she let out a small noise that was half chuckle and half feigned gasp at the idea of living with her parents, “I think I’d rather go back to living with my husband before that, and there were curses fired when I left him.”

She led Victoire by the hand, snaking through the crowd to Lawrence, catching his attention with a small wave from her free hand as they approached to warn him that he was their destination. “Lawrence!” she was carelessly loud with the familiar first name, part smug in the belief nobody was listening and tracking her movements and conversations at this point, and part hoping they were and saw her haphazardly changing minute by minute from startled stranger afraid of the boogie man to comfortable and familiar with Lawrence Frisk and back again as it suited. 

She dropped Victoire’s hand after squeezing it briefly as if to wish her good luck, in favor of a hand on her shoulder while she indicated Lawrence with the other hand. “Lawrence may not need introduction, but it is polite, so, Victoire, this is Lawrence Frisk. Lawrence, this my very good... well what should I call you?” She simpered in Victoire’s direction, as if there were some complex relationship to explain instead of a casual acquaintanceship, only barely leaving off calling her Kitten on purpose. “Friend I would be bold enough to say, but my and Emma’s former roommate at least. Victoire Weasley. She works for the Daily Prophet. I told her you’d love to give an interview and I know she’d love to hear your story. I promise she’s as fair a reporter as she is fair in every other definition of the word.” 

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alkimean‌:

‘‘Wine could have helped, but it doesn’t do wonders either,’‘ he smirked under his breath, though his general tone was still cold enough. Hostility was coming mainly from the fact that, given new conditions, he didn’t like the sight of any of them near his house. He wasn’t afraid, rather than irritated. Though, at the back of his mind, the thought of something bad possible to happen in one moment of absence or unpreparedness was faintly haunting his brains.

‘‘I don’t believe in the execution and I don’t feel threatened by the current status of the society. Do I look like a fucking king of the world to you? What the fuck even is this stupid idea?’‘ His smile was sarcastic. ‘‘And don’t shoot me the smart response that I wouldn’t look like a king, but you smarties sure are would. You’re as peasants as I am. No. Lawrence is terrible and stupid. At least the terribleness separates us, aside from spite.’‘

“Charles Alkiman downplaying the power of wine? What strange magic is this?” The teasing was light, and the look she gave him only calculating in the way of her already sizing up how she would fulfill her promise to get inside next time, not thinking any deeper meaning in his change of heart since many circumstances had changed since they last met.

“You could be a knight if not a king, but it doesn’t matter. Terrible and stupid? Maybe, on off days, but you know, Charles, when he took prisoners they didn’t escape until he wanted them to. You’re slipping already.”

[maytelesslucille]

New Year’s. Sometime before midnight.

[maytelesslucille]

kiley-simon‌:

“Lucille, to what do I owe…the pleasure?” Simon acknowledged her with a neutral tone. He wondered what king he killed in a past life to deserve the scourge of Lucille Fajke for eternity.

“Was I glaring? I don’t think I was. If anything, its called being old and tired. You try having a teenager.”

What? He’d raised Louisa since she was very small. His sister was basically his child.

If she was offended, she hid it beyond a momentary ice in her eyes, though some coldness in tone still spoke to childish hurt feelings. “You’re right, you don’t deserve the pleasure, and to the teenager I would have to say no thanks, though, you know you could have had help raising her if you were less young and stupid when I was. You might not have even needed to raise her at all if you had trusted me a bit more, but that’s not productive to dwell on. Well, enjoy your night. I’m going to, which, shame to say, means I’ll have to stick to my goodbye,” she smoothed his collar as she spoke, “because I am not old and tired and I can’t be dragged down,” then she patted his chest and followed through on her threat to walk away, not thinking of him following or trying to catch her before she got too far. Where had that Edward Corner gotten off to?

[maytelesslucille]

New Year’s. Sometime before midnight.

“If I didn’t know better, and know you look like a constipated grandfather at every party these days, I would say you look jealous with all that glaring. What’s wrong? I thought it was better for us not to be seen in public together. I thought you were distressed how I forced my way back into your life. You have your wish. I’m going to leave you alone. I may leave you alone again right now in fact. Hello and goodbye all in one.”

@kiley-simon​

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lawfrisk‌:

‘‘You can’t summarize love to just your definition, Lucille. Everyone loves differently. It’s just the feeling I took from his gestures, but I might be wrong. Regardless, we don’t need to bring Shani into it for the ghost of an idea,’‘ he spoke with practicality for once, hoping not to be forced to get into the philosophy of love with Lucille right that second. He would have appreciated a good and cozy talk about the greatest force in the world another time, but he still felt a little overwhelmed with Bellamy coming back with all sorts of information.

‘‘I don’t want to use Nerissa like she is a toy. I don’t want to put her in the middle of open fire. She needs to be protected. She needs to be convinced to come here, where it’s safest for her. We won’t be able to give her a sense of what is truly good for her if we look like we only need her to reach our means.’‘

‘‘It’s a little more complicated than that. We’ll need to win Nerissa’s trust for it. We need her to do it out of pure belief. It will work just right, but not immediately. This sort of action needs to be planned out carefully and to the last detail. Briefly put, I’d really like it if, instead of murdering someone, Nerissa faked her own death. This way, we will surely get Charlie too soon. It’s a bit tangled, but entirely plausible. Think about it. You might like this sort of dramatic situation.’‘

‘‘They love differently and lose differently, but there are still commonalities. In my definition. Let’s not distract from the real discussion.” 

By the time Lawrence had explained his full view toward Nerissa and what role she could play, Lucille was ready to take back every petulant, childish word she had said about him having gone boring. “It’s a beautiful solution, though it would take some time and subtlety. She’s better behaved when she visits us here,”at least as far as Lucille knew, not having eavesdropped on her talking to Lawrence, and largely assuming, “But Charlie’s taught her snarling like a caged animal when the wrong buttons are pressed. How can I help? It’s Aerwynna’s job, by and large how I see it, but I am here to be utilized.”

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feather-ed‌:

Ed nodded along - her briefing reminded him of the series of headlines and articles he’d read last year. So much else had happened since that it wasn’t even on his mind as he looked out at the crowd once again, slower this time. He remembered the kidnapping…though, like more news stories than he could count, it wasn’t because of the actual event. It was because of the little orb that lost its light among the sea of glowing orbs filled with prophecies for anything from baby names to the end of times. “Has he been charged with abduction? Very awkward considering who from the Wizengamot is here.” Then again, it was becoming increasingly apparent just how very awkward it was for absolutely anyone to be there. 

The conversation remaining on Windulates was more than welcome after having his eyes opened a little wider. “Oh, are you from farther up north? They tend to roam in central to southern parts of countries. Dizziness is usually the most prominent, and occasionally loss of eyesight. Or your toenails turning purple, but that’s usually only if the Windulates are young.”

“He was arrested for it, Kitten. Then he was broken free of Azkaban by Jonathan Marks who is also here. You would think both would be dancing on the blades of a trap about to shut, or perhaps we are.”After laughing at his comment about awkwardness, she no longer hides that she considers it all to be exciting not frightening. “I hope we make it to the dessert course before the close. I have a sweet tooth.”

“I will stick to turning my toenails purple with charms. How are you supposed to stop a Windulate infestation before the blindness?”

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garrett-abernathy‌:

Garrett swallowed, for a few moments utterly forgetting the lies he and Artemis had perfected. “I was home-schooled,” he blurted out suddenly. “My mother was an agoraphobic and refused to bring me anywhere for my first year.”

“That’s so sad.” She pouted blatantly false sympathy for half a second. “I’ll figure out where I know you from yet though. Maybe I should ask my friend Lawrence. He’s great with faces.” She raised her hand as if to wave Lawrence over but them lowered it and spoke in a more offhand tone, changing the topic from the joke dragging on too long. “Victoire Weasley is right. You do have pretty eyes. She offered to set us up on a blind date, you know. I should have taken her up on it.”

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alkimean‌:

‘‘I can step outside. I don’t see why I’d invite you inside my house since we don’t trust each other. Are you curious which silverware I have that you can steal? Don’t worry. There’s nothing valuable in there. It’s just principle. We can sit outside. After you. There’s a bench there. The fact that I’m accepting this is already courteous enough. Be grateful for that.’‘

‘‘You’re not brainwashed. You believe in it all. Don’t try to trick me. It’s not like me shutting the door changes anything. Letting you in wouldn’t have changed anything either. You’re already too aware if you try to make me feel bad about this evil I’d be doing. Lawrence has his clever moments. The conversation ends at that. I can’t make you see the truth. I’m not saying you’re charmed. I’m saying you’re convinced and it’s in your nature to believe him. So be it.’‘

“I’m curious now, yes, because you changed your mind since the last time I came over. Is it because I didn’t bring wine?” She sighed as if it were a burden and walked to the bench. “I’ll have it my way next time. Be sure of that.”

“What part don’t you believe? You don’t think we’re better and that we deserve as much of this world as we can take? I think you do. It’s just spite that separates you from Lawrence.”

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weasleyvictory‌:

‘‘That’s a very charming thing to do. Just don’t do it to the blond boy. He’s my caustic brother and he might hurt himself trying to hurt you. 

Ask him myself? Oh, babe, I’m usually all for daddies, but I have to confess he does intimidate me. I’m not used to this being the other way around. You’re trying to say he has been boring lately? Cool. Where’s Emma, by the way?’‘

“If you want me to avoid the brother, you’ll have to point him out so I know. I can’t promise to avoid baiting all blondes.”

“Don’t be intimidated. He wouldn’t hurt a fly...a squib, the wizards of Leceister, yes, but nothing without purpose. I’ll make introductions. I’ll even make them now and let you hear from him how boring he’s become--or maybe he won’t be to you since you’ll hear the speeches for the first time. The worst that could happen, to me, is I look like I know him, which you would think would be known already. Tell me, what did you say happened to your roommates when Hogsmeade burned? Emma didn’t come tonight. She didn’t want me to come either, silly, she doesn’t believe our immunity.”

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lawfrisk‌:

‘‘Shani was her name,’‘ Lawrence nodded in a lowered voice, as if not pardoning his own mistake for forgetting it. Truth be told, he never interacted much with her, but there was something beautiful about writing down in your mind every name of every person you met, and keeping it there, with villainous attentiveness, in case it ever comes in handy. He wanted to try that, but it wasn’t realistic. He also wanted to know every Mayte in the village by name and life-story, so he could represent them better; so no one would as much as question his position when he inevitably becomes their leader. ‘‘I just mentioned that she’s out of reach. Not because returning to Mayte is impossible, no, of course. I just don’t want to bring in any more of our own as long as we’re doing perfectly with low numbers against their army. There’s no point in threatening Shani’s safety. Besides, Charlie is dangerous and unpredictably. Who knows if he still loves her to begin with?’‘ A shudder passed his spine at the thought of Aerwynna’s sister getting injured because of such a bad idea. ‘‘It’s just that love tamed him before. Well, that love. I’m afraid it’s not the case anymore.’‘

‘‘Not Nerissa, of course,’‘ he frowned lightly and shook his head firmly to cast away the option. Nerissa was no good to them and Lawrence severely underestimated the power he had over Charlie to begin with. The solution seemed to be missing from their narrative. A flashing thought indicated that Charlie’s death would be the swiftest ending, though he did promise he wouldn’t spill Mayte blood under any circumstances. Taking a deep breath, he was taken off guard and amused by Lucille’s enthusiasm to kill Astrid McCall. He met the cheerfulness neutrally, not too concerned with Astrid’s fate, although he could see so many uses for the friendly face in the Auror system. He knew she was still a hole he could peek in, a conversation partner who wouldn’t be primitive enough to point a wand at his back. Astrid was useful. Not to mention that killing her would have done nothing but make Charlie burn even brighter with hatred against them.

The other option Lucille planted in his mind, however, had a different tone. His eyes glimmered against hers as a shadow of a smile spread across his lips. ‘’This could be our long awaited solution, except I’m afraid that Charlie has enough hatred for both us and the alleged killers. Unless we turn him against those he trusts now.’’ He weighed the option in his mind. He was by far too affected to be analytical and objective, though it did sound good to him. Of course, he would’ve needed to discuss it with the others as well. Others he valued the opinion of infinitely more than Lucille’s, although hers was precious as well. 

‘’But I must confess to you that I wouldn’t enjoy killing Astrid. She’s proven to be a civilized interlocutor regarding all official matters. It helps that she knows me. She might be fantasizing about killing me, but I can’t return the favor. She might be more useful alive. There are some other people Charlie cares about.’’ The smile on his lips was warm and content in ways that would lead one to believe that it can’t be anything but for the purest reasons. An alteration of Lucille’s plan was forming in his mind, and it had all the ingredients for a success. Charlie has sacrificed the truth on his tongue for Nerissa before, and they wouldn’t even have to harm a hair on her head. All they needed to do was win over the youngest Howell and get her to fake her own death by choice. Not that it did sound in the slightest like an easy thing to do.

. ‘‘Love doesn’t stop. It can warp or hibernate, but it doesn’t stop, Lawrence,’‘ she pitied him like he was being naive. “But you’re right. She doesn’t belong in danger and Charlie’s more likely to charge like a baited manticore than be manipulated.”

‘‘Why not Nerissa?” Lawrence was showing a baffling level of underestimation of every type of love today, unless it was thinking of Aerwynna he didn’t want to involve the youngest Howell, but they had just been discussing another of Aerwynna’s kin. 

Finally she and Lawrence had reached a harmony. She could see the moment he was won over, imagining the same neat guiding of uncontrollable Charlie to being bridled and used against a common enemy of their own picking. It hardly mattered when he decided to tweak the details, denying once again that Astrid McCall was most fitting to die. His reasons made sense and hers were only based in creating a closed circle. What mattered was his recognition that she had the perfect solution. “Who else did you have in mind?” He did make her feel like she should have paid closer attention if he who Charlie would try to kill on sight knew of other weaknesses Charlie possessed than she did.

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alkimean‌:

‘‘You might as well be,’‘ he glared at her through lowered eyebrows, skeptical despite not having any real reason to suspect Lucille of vampire blood, especially since it was nothing more than a childhood ghost story. ‘‘I’m not a beauty contest judge. I just know how you think, even when you won’t admit it.’‘

‘‘Lucille, do you have this much time to waste? I don’t believe or trust you, like you don’t trust me. The old trick isn’t working with me. I’m not interested in playing games with you and pretending I believe the first word from your mouth.’‘ The question was a good one, but Charlie knew she’s made her choices. A deep sigh, and then the answer, as blunt as usual. ‘‘Because that would be yet another waste of time. You think Frisk is some clever man. I see he’s a clown. Our opinions collide.’‘

“I’ll accept the timelessness only though I do also like the idea of leaving empty husks in my wake and of disappearing into a shadow. Fine, I shall be your vampire. I’ll play whatever role you want as long as you stop playing dull and just stand aside so we can have a conversation in more civilized surroundings than a doorway.”

“Yes, you know I have nothing but time to waste. Why even ask? If you’re not pretending than how can you act like Lawrence doesn’t have his clever moments at very least? Don’t sigh at me like a father and give me up as hopeless like one too. Have I ever been wholly charmed by anyone but myself? The lack of trust is understandable, but not to this degree, Charles, but fine, say the word and send me back to Father Frisk to be brainwashed like you already think I am. I’ll stop coming around-- unless invited of course.”

[a-gentle-hand]

*Hogwarts, Greenhouse Five*

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a-gentle-hand‌:

“Lucille,” she greeted amiably; and then considered her words.

“He and his newfound allies are fighting on two fronts already; it would be convenient to have him refocus his efforts on the side opposite ours. It would not be easy, however, while he still sees his conflict with us as so personal. His hatred for Lawrence narrows his vision. Something would need to push him. Jonathan Marks and his ilk would need to do something to Charlie that outweighs Lawrence’s perceived slights.”

Truth be told, it wouldn’t be something that difficult. A touch of polyjuice potion, the right timing, and the death of one of his new favourites would have Charlie throwing his rage in a new direction quite beautifully. Were she a different woman, with a mind for blood, it would be a rather simple plan to engineer.

She was not that woman. And the obvious target - the one that might even unite them, if just in shared grief - was one she’d defend to her dying breath, however often she strayed.

“Part of the problem is his fixation upon Lawrence, and this idea we are but a faceless army behind him. He has forgotten we are here because we wish to be; because we have decided to be, and not because we have been manipulated or brainwashed. I do not believe he would have taken Bellamy did he not think her to be some lost cause. It would do him good to be reminded that we are more than Lawrence; that when he took Bellamy he hurt her, the woman he knew, far more than the man he detests.” She was loathe to even consider that Charlie might not care any more; that he had no care for the people he’d grown up with, and was not just blinded by his anger at Lawrence.

If that were truly the case, and he hated them all equally, then he would become too dangerous to be left alone; and she dreaded that time ever coming.

For the moment, she pushed away the thought, and regarded Lucille with a brief, slightly wry smile.

“I don’t suppose you could think of anyone clever or convincing enough to talk him out of this simplistic spiral of rage he has himself caught in.”

“What was the slight?” Lucille had wondered and often, what caused Charlie’s resentment. It was given that he was stubborn to the point of foolishness, and foolishness was a quality he had in spades even aside, but there was something at the core of it, and it was personal just as Aerwynna had said, talking about it like she knew. “I could suggest a personal attack, as I’m sure you could, but judging weight is hard when you don’t know what you are countering.” The idleness in her curiosity was token, thirst for gossip hardly restrained. 

“He’s not reasonable enough to even listen to reminding. I’ve visited him, played on growing up together. We’ve drank together, mourned Artemis together. I offered to poison Lawrence if he gave me a good argument for it. He acts like it is all a transparent trick. Most of it is, but he doesn’t see or hear anything but what he’s already decided. If you were expecting me to volunteer myself, it’s been done, though I have seen that he hasn’t shut out quite everyone that holds truck with Lawrence. You would be the one most likely to make something useful out of that, however. Nerissa has a very sharp tongue when I see her. She can be a surely teenager, unbecoming on such a pretty girl, but oddly it’s my own past I see. Prospera telling me what pests she found Shani’s friends. Funny, that family resemblance, isn’t it?”

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garrett-abernathy‌:

Garrett immediately wanted to crawl out of his skin and disappear into the atmosphere as nothing more than dust. It wasn’t guilt over what he’d done to her - it was fear over what she could do to him now, in retaliation. He was sensitive and sympathetic only to the people he knew and cared about, and the Kileys were not counted among those. Certainly not now that they were dead. “My profile picture is sometimes with my articles in the Prophet, is that it?” He wished he sounded as brave the question could’ve implied, but in reality his voice was shaking by the end.

“That could be it,” she stretched the words out as if she had to think between each one, some of her typical restlessness calm watching Garrett shake. “But no, no, I think it was further back than that. What school did you attend?”