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driftfleet2015-12-12 11:31 am
lord_wizard) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-12 11:31 am
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commiseration [closed]
Who: Felix and Tyrion
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Whenever time suits
[Felix sat back against the cool wall of his room as he sat on his bed, feeling the pleasant warmth settle into his limbs. They're through at least one bottle of what might charitably be called wine sitting empty on the footlocker that's now serving as a side table, along with the leftover bits of the small meal he'd put together for the sake of playing a good host. It's much easier to pretend he isn't a bit bothered by the fact that it's partly made of protein gel when he's drunk, but at least the lemon flavor makes passable lemon bars on their own. It's also easier to pretend he's not second-guessing the offer he'd made to Tyrion, but most of the time Felix keeps the promises he makes. Or makes an effort to, at least.
They've mostly exhausted the usual pleasantries by now, and all that's left is the reason the two of them are sitting alone in his room. Usually this kind of audience leads to something else, but in a way what Tyrion was asking was far more intimate, in a way. The fact that there was a closed door between them and the rest of the ship said that they both understood that fact.
He idly refill his own glass and silently offers to do the same for his guest, considering the level of the liquid and the spares bottles as of yet unopened and how intoxicated he really has to be for this. There's a mysterious green liquid he acquired on one of the planets, but that one is only for an emergency. Depending on what secret decides to come tumbling out of his mouth, it very well might be. And that's the horrible truth of all of this - whatever story he ends up telling will likely shed light on a lie.]
Well, then...I believe since this was your idea, it should be you who begins. Your choice as to where.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Whenever time suits
[Felix sat back against the cool wall of his room as he sat on his bed, feeling the pleasant warmth settle into his limbs. They're through at least one bottle of what might charitably be called wine sitting empty on the footlocker that's now serving as a side table, along with the leftover bits of the small meal he'd put together for the sake of playing a good host. It's much easier to pretend he isn't a bit bothered by the fact that it's partly made of protein gel when he's drunk, but at least the lemon flavor makes passable lemon bars on their own. It's also easier to pretend he's not second-guessing the offer he'd made to Tyrion, but most of the time Felix keeps the promises he makes. Or makes an effort to, at least.
They've mostly exhausted the usual pleasantries by now, and all that's left is the reason the two of them are sitting alone in his room. Usually this kind of audience leads to something else, but in a way what Tyrion was asking was far more intimate, in a way. The fact that there was a closed door between them and the rest of the ship said that they both understood that fact.
He idly refill his own glass and silently offers to do the same for his guest, considering the level of the liquid and the spares bottles as of yet unopened and how intoxicated he really has to be for this. There's a mysterious green liquid he acquired on one of the planets, but that one is only for an emergency. Depending on what secret decides to come tumbling out of his mouth, it very well might be. And that's the horrible truth of all of this - whatever story he ends up telling will likely shed light on a lie.]
Well, then...I believe since this was your idea, it should be you who begins. Your choice as to where.
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I can't speak for the entirety of the world. Marathat has been limping along quite successfully for the last two hundred years, unless the Kekropians succeed at pushing us over. Not for lack of trying, of course.
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When you say limp ... do you mean that literally or figuratively?
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[And as most things that involve wizards go, it worked as well as could be hoped for.]
But what about your world?
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[His lips twitch, as he shakes his head.] Currently? We have one King, two other possible kings, and a possible Queen. Of all of them, only two have a truly strong claim.
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[He settled his back against the wall again, casting a contemplative glance at the wine left in the bottle]
So, what is it? Is that simply how things are done in your world, or could your king not keep it in his trousers?
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[He smirked faintly, before he sighed quietly.]
No, we have seemed to have found a new way to make politics as bloody as possible. Although Robert was quite fond of spreading his seed as far as it would go.
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As hobbies a king could have would go, a love of fucking is hardly the worst one.
But that's the benefit of this place [He gestures vaguely at Tyrion and the ship as a whole] As much as you might hate it, you can always think about home and think 'at least I get a break from that insanity'.
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[Is Tyrion's dry response.]
...and that is true. Honestly, my home is something close to insanity's favorite festival.
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[Speaking of which...yes, he will go ahead and reach over for that other bottle. If he's lucky he'll forget what he told Tyrion about himself tomorrow]
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[Was the very sensible reply, and he held his glass out with a faint smirk.]