(CLOSED) You wouldn't hurt them

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WHO: Gela and you
WHAT: h/c (hafterdemon content)
WHEN: After pride, before the fall <- modplot
WHERE: Many different places
NOTES: Reference to & discussion of kidnapping, mistreatment, starvation, trauma, neglect

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In the mirror, Gwenaëlle catches the shift of those eyebrows and despite herself it tugs a rueful sort of smile at the corner of her mouth: what a fucking cliché they were, maid and mistress. Mistressing. Occasionally she worries at the idea of the power she had held, but probably Sabine would offer to beat the shit out of her again with no Thranduil to haul them apart like he was tipping cats out of a sack, if she thinks she's so fucking powerful, and so that never goes anywhere productive.

They were terrible lovers — though she remembers the sex fondly — but they are, perhaps, even unlikelier friends. It crosses her mind to be grateful.

“New,” she says, and where she might have gone into a little detail: only since Halamshiral, so not brand new, but— she doesn't, because when they were in Halamshiral and some monster wearing Vanya's face had been frowning out the ornate windows of the home in which they were guests, Gela had been languishing, her hair slowly matting to the mess that Gwenaëlle is methodically working through now. She picks apart mats carefully, with her oiled fingers and the comb, teasing them apart to comb loose; pausing, periodically, to remove loosened hair from the comb itself and discard it behind her, where it isn't immediately in evidence to Gela herself.

“It happened very slowly until it happened very quickly,” after a moment, instead. “Have you ever kissed a man with a beard? I hadn't.”

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"That's so nice," Gela sighs, tired but earnest. It is nice when things are new, when they're exciting and you're still discovering all sorts of things about each other. Finding out where you're the same and different; having lots of sex, if you're that way inclined (and she has a feeling the both of them are). A relationship's new energy is somewhat irresistible.

A hum. She says, "I have. Jude," quite conversationally, nearly casually, but her gaze does flick up to the mirror right after she says it, hoping to catch Gwenaëlle's eye in the reflection.

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Is the expression she makes better than the low, impressed whistle she releases? Probably not, although it's good. Well, if you're going to sit on someone's beard, why not one of the best—

(She'd love to be having a lot of new relationship sex, if the Gallows could go a full week without catastrophe.)

“Well, you certainly do not do things by halves,” she says, warmly. “I always thought it was a shame he and I wouldn't suit at all, the man was crafted by artisans—”

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She giggles, the sound low and soft, trailing Gwenaëlle's whistle. Admits, "He's the most beautiful person I've ever been with." A shame it had to be short and sweet, but much better than nothing at all. Still, she wishes he was here now, giving her his hands to hold.

"... They're not bad, are they. Beards. I like the way they feel."

Scratchy in a good way she thinks, touching and being touched by them so different from memories of what it felt like to kiss Pavia that she can't possibly tangle them together and miss her even harder than she already does. Maybe that's why she likes it.

"What else. Have I missed any other gossip?"

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“...probably,” Gwenaëlle concedes, a moment after she might have (very instinctively) said, no, I don't think so which is really a purely vibes based answer; she's been busy, that doesn't mean no one else was doing anything someone might gossip about. Or even that she, necessarily, is totally unaware— just that there are a lot of happenings she discards to the I don't care about that pile while sifting through her own observations. To wit: “I miss most of it and I was here the whole time. Who that reflects on, I'm sure I don't know.”

It might be her. On the other hand, has everyone else tried being more interesting?

“Though Lexie does routinely despair of me about it. And she's back, which is lovely, so there's that, actually.”

With any luck, nothing explosive will result out of the intricate cat's cradle that Lexie has made of her own love life, but Gwenaëlle is boringly discreet when it comes to other people's affairs: she only thinks so, and doesn't say it.

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"Lexie," Gela echoes, wondering, "Back?"

She hasn't heard of Lexie before. Hang on, this is a much better question to ask than 'have I missed any gossip' because Gwenaëlle doesn't seem to care about such things (why, Gela does not know, why wouldn't you want to know all of the gossip??): "Are there other people around I may not have met? You should tell me their names so I don't embarrass myself."

'Sorry, I don't actually know who you are because I spent the last month and a half being kidnapped!' apparently counts, to Gela, as being embarrassing.