WHO: Fitcher + Wysteria + Flint & You WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: Firstfall-ish WHERE: Kirkwall and stuff. NOTES: Will update if necessary. Feel free to grab me if you want a specific starter/wildcard me, baby.
[SCOFF. She has not been lost since— Well, let's not delve into specifics and instead let it be said that she knows full well when it is best to hire a guide or inquire for directions.]
By-- [Hm. Now that he mentions it, she cannot recall. Having no answer should be the thing which troubles her, but it is the having no answer and confessing to it and the idea of the strange creeping embarrassment which must be inevitable from such a thing which must be inevitable which actually causes her to frown very slightly.]
Well, by whatever has turned me around. Perhaps I became overwarm and fainted while I climbed the stairs. These things sometimes happen to young ladies, you know. We possess delicate constitutions.
[She would scoff at anyone who suggested such a thing to her face, but it makes for a very convenient defense in the moment.]
[No, that is quite all right, would be the most respectable answer. However, after a moment's pause Wysteria instead asks—]
I don't suppose you might point me in the correct direction of the floor on which I reside. I should very much like to lie down. For just a moment or two, [she hastens to add.] Until the lightheadedness passes. On account of my very delicate constitution.
[He opens his mouth, closes it, and sighs through his nose; as much as he might like to, pointing a lightheaded person on the stairs in the right direction is not the answer when he should help her there.]
Here.
[He comes a bit closer and offers one arm for her to take.]
[Just up a flight, then. He stumbles slightly when Wysteria's weight pulls on his arm, but he straightens up quickly-- as abysmal as his diplomacy skills can be, this is one thing that's been bludgeoned into his mind since he attended his very first party as a little boy.]
[That sharp looks rapidly develops into a full bristle.]
On second thought, now that I'm upright I feel miraculously steady. Indeed, I believe I am perfectly capable of finding my way along on my own. Good day, sir.
[Wysteria makes to advance up the stairs past him. Never mind that the single rooms in question are definitively in the opposite direction.]
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[SCOFF. She has not been lost since— Well, let's not delve into specifics and instead let it be said that she knows full well when it is best to hire a guide or inquire for directions.]
No, I've merely been turned around. Briefly.
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By... what?
[This better not be another curse.]
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Well, by whatever has turned me around. Perhaps I became overwarm and fainted while I climbed the stairs. These things sometimes happen to young ladies, you know. We possess delicate constitutions.
[She would scoff at anyone who suggested such a thing to her face, but it makes for a very convenient defense in the moment.]
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...can I... help you to somewhere? ['That isn't the stairs' is implied.]
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I don't suppose you might point me in the correct direction of the floor on which I reside. I should very much like to lie down. For just a moment or two, [she hastens to add.] Until the lightheadedness passes. On account of my very delicate constitution.
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Here.
[He comes a bit closer and offers one arm for her to take.]
Which tower do you live in?
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[With a firm hand at his arm, she pulls or pushes or wobbles to her feet.]
One of the single rooms.
[That seems for some reason like a vital detail.]
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...are you sure you're all right?
[He thinks on it a moment.]
...you're not high, are you?
[A trickle of amusement creeps into his tone.]
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I'm perfectly well. Your concern has been noted, sir.
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It's all right, [he insists,] if you are.
[Holding up both hands defensively, he's the picture of innocence.]
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On second thought, now that I'm upright I feel miraculously steady. Indeed, I believe I am perfectly capable of finding my way along on my own. Good day, sir.
[Wysteria makes to advance up the stairs past him. Never mind that the single rooms in question are definitively in the opposite direction.]
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[if she falls again, and he was right here, that's not going to go well for either of them.]
I'm sorry. [He follows her up one step, holding his hand out imploringly.]
Please. I'll take you to your room.
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No, that is quite all right. As I said, I am perfectly fit and so you may attend to whatever duties would otherwise occupy this hour, thank you.
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...I'm sorry, [he says again, but lets her go. So much for banter, or making any kind of good impression.
He wouldn't have expected to be this sad about it.]