I'm Gonna Burn It All Down Today (Closed)

[overharrowed]

WHO: Julius and Petrana
WHAT: Julius stops lying to himself, maybe, and Petrana gets to say she told him so if she wants
WHEN: Shortly after the IC split announcement
WHERE: Petrana's room
NOTES: No warnings for now.

Julius had told himself that he would abide by the results of this vote, just as he would abide by the results of the Consensus. It's better, at least, than breaking apart in chaos, Kirkwall's outpost turning on itself. This was orderly. Democratic.

He still felt depressed, above and beyond what he'd expected. It represented a lot of work wasted, many opportunities lost, and he was not about to let his displeasure show to anyone, which meant a lot of extra work ahead to hide it.

Petrana, however, had long graduated past "anyone," for all they still had things they didn't talk about. He went to seek her out: not with a bottle of wine, this time, just himself and his restless dissatisfaction. He felt, sometimes, that he'd come to lean on her for comfort too quickly, especially when he was more or less certain she didn't come to him for the same. But the damage was done there. He'd enjoy her company as long as he could.

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An orderly, democratic mess.

Petrana's feelings on the matter are mixed; she cannot think it the best of outcomes, only the least terrible. The best of outcomes has long since passed into unlikelihood, and it is wearying but there's little to be done but work with what's in front of them and not what they might wish to see in its place. When Julius finds her, that she isn't in her (new, as befits her new role) office seems a half-hearted gesture at best, sat instead at the desk in her bedroom with notes spread out in front of her.

It's probably not worrisome that she's methodically burning some of them with her candle.

“Ah,” half-turning, a burning piece of paper in her hand that she drops into a metal bowl, “there you are.”