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therookery2017-08-27 04:09 pm
aforethought) wrote in therookery2017-08-27 04:09 pm
Crystals | OTA
FORM: Crystals
SENDER: Melys
RECIPIENT: Everyone!
WHAT: IC Would-you-rather
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: ~Everywhere~
NOTES: Threadjack like mad, please.
SENDER: Melys
RECIPIENT: Everyone!
WHAT: IC Would-you-rather
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: ~Everywhere~
NOTES: Threadjack like mad, please.
[ without preamble, ]
So here’s what: You make up two choices. Maybe they’re both shit, or maybe they’re both alright, but you say them — then you gotta say which one you’d pick, if you had to.
And maybe why. And then everyone else’s gotta answer too. Like this,
Would you rather not be able t'lie, or only be able to?
— And no one gives a damn for who you’re fucking or who fucked you over, so don’t go dragging that mess in here or I’ll puke on your shoes.
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[ she sounds genuinely surprised. maybe she just assumed most people didn't suck at a basic life skill ]
But 's a good point. Reckon you piss more folks off with the truth though, atimes. After all, don't see a whole lotta folks tripping over themselves t'thank you lot [ 'we lot', melys, you're a part of it — ] For trying your best, or whatever.
[ 'or whatever' is probably a more accurate summary of the inquisition ]
Rather be deaf. You don't gotta listen to no one, shit, sign me up. [ please don't ] You?
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Oh. Man. You raise a super valid point, and I agree wholeheartedly. You don't have to hear any bitching or whining or moaning or dogs barking or people puking in the sea or any of that. Yes.
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[ 'inappropriate for a public discussion', like triza used to say, ]
— Anyway, got no clue how you lose it without getting old as sin, so guess we gotta wait on that deliverance. 'Course, could only be deaf to th'whining and still reap that reward.
[ she'd never be able to hear herself if that were the case, but, ]
Guess being blind'd give you an out on telling her she's pretty, though.
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[HAHAHA HI]
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Like, what? Oy, sugartits, your nose feels like it ain't been broken much. I'm overcome.
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Would you say that to her on looking at her?
Tell her you like the feel of her hair or her skin, the shape of her breasts or the scent of her. Doesn't have to be about her face.
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You go try and pick someone up by saying y'like how she smells, let me know how that one works out.
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[THE MORE YOU KNOW]
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Like I said. You go try making it conscious, pretty soon you're gonna be smelling your own blood.
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Thought we were talking about keeping her around, not picking her up in the first place.
[Demur. He'd like to say he's done it already but ahahah no. Not yet. Maybe not ever.]
Right. While we're on the subject: Touch or taste?
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[ there's no hesitation — ]
Taste. Ain't like you'd miss much.
[ if you're raised on ferelden cooking at least ]
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Just--boring. What kind of port city doesn't even have fish paste?
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No, no--you keep the rest of the fish, just ferment the guts. Maybe throw in some anchovies to cure with it. Waste not, want not.
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Maybe they figure there's better t'do with fish than just smash it all up and let it rot a few months.
[ she says, as though she wouldn't eat the shit out of that ]
You give it up for taste these days and you're gonna run into walls, don't care how much mage shit you draw on them first.
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[someday he's bringing you authentic garum, melys]
People'd take pity on me. [no wait he meant that to be a joke but now he sounds so bitter, reverse course] Which has got its uses.
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Fuck pity. [ another pause ] You take what they offer, but you don't never let them think they're getting it for free.
[ because they're getting something out of it. everyone wants something, always. maybe it soothes their guilt a little, maybe makes it easier to pretend it couldn't happen to them. maybe makes it easier to put some distance between all the misfortune you represent.
you take it, because like he says, it's useful. because all the more often you'll find some other breed of condescension curled up ugly in its place, the kind that doesn't pay, that only pays in teeth.
but you always make them work for it. you make them work for what they want. you don't ever forget that it's an exchange, these small pieces of dignity you trade away for comfort, for ease. you don't forget, because sooner or later you have to choose — and whichever you pick, you've got to know why. ]
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he'd never say that aloud himself because the pity's kindly meant, isn't it, and there's no point in bringing more suffering into the world just because their concern rubs him the wrong way (don't you know you can't do that anymore; here, let us help, as if he didn't know his own limitations and how it takes failure to break past them).
but still he wants to, some days, when he hears their voices go gentle with condescension, when they offer help he knows he needs. because pity rots the heart and if his were any smaller it'd've been eaten hollow by now.
finally, quietly:]
No. You don't ever.
[how do you know, he wants to ask, and knows better.]
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