wriothesley catchall

[disingenuous]

I HAVE COME TO UNDERSTAND FRANCY SO WELL

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week 3, tuesday

[disingenuous]

[ roxana is trying all her might to avoid people, but there are only so many places to go, and she refuses to hide like a coward. it's counterproductive to what she wants, but whatever.

there is no time for roxana to pivot when she sees wriothesley.

it's so damn windy. ]

THAT BODY TEXT IS SO OMINOUS, TAKE IT BACK

[frostfist]

[ why is it so fucking windy, they are indoors for crying out loud.

not when wriothesley only gets half a second to reorient himself after blown around just to realize that he's no longer in the airport but in another memory. great. cool. wonderful. it is, admittedly, not a memory he understands in its entirety, but the emotions that suffuse through every inch of it are familiar: exhaustion, resentment, anger.

but he keeps his feet planted against the gruond, a sober expression affixed to his face as he watches the whole thing play out. then: ]

Miss Roxana?

[ he can at least give her the grace of composing herself first. ]

no

[disingenuous]

[ when will he become someone's boyfriend PLEASE

this phantom wind needs to go, trapped outside and not inside any of these terminals. this is a memory that she can at least keep her composure about despite its contents. it'd be easy to just walk away or pretend nothing happened, but she's resigned by this point. ]

You can disregard anything you saw.

[ whether or not he understands anything. ]

[frostfist]

[ when essek also becomes someone's boyfriend, my needs are simple

while wriothesley would love to let bygones (invasions of memory privacy) be bygones, i need to wrangle at least one sliver of meaningfulness out of roxana. he studies her a moment, then gestures. ]

I hear talking about your troubles often helps. Though you don't strike me as the type of person to enjoy much talk.

[disingenuous]

[ why can't that be wrio? why can't.... both needs be met at the same time? wressek...?

WREK

PLEASE WREK IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP

anyway, i'm going to report you to the mods for your ic/ooc divide. i, too, want them to have something meaningfully platonic. ]

There are many things I can talk about, but what would you like me to say? I was expecting to be a hostage.

[frostfist]

[ the way i saw wrek and thought you were about to make a shrek joke. i would do it for a shrek-themed ship name tbh. ]

Is that a situation you find yourself in frequently?

[disingenuous]

[ I BELIEVE......

she shakes her head. ]

I am not often in a situation where I can be taken so easily. This was a surprise in more than one way.

[frostfist]

[ that sounds about right, actually, given both what he's heard and what he's seen. ]

How'd it happen this time, if you don't mind me asking?

[disingenuous]

[ she has only known him for two days and had as many conversations with him. ]

I don't think those details are important.

[ unfortunately, she must be difficult. ]

[frostfist]

[ it's her prerogative to be difficult. ]

Perhaps not to you, but they are to me.

[disingenuous]

For what reason? We've only just met.

[frostfist]

[ he spreads his hands. ]

Isn't that the perfect time to get to know someone? We're all stuck here for the next few weeks anyway, if my understanding of these things is right.

[disingenuous]

We will be contained her for the next few weeks, but usually, people start with, what are your hobbies? What's your favorite color? Not how did you get captured?

[ she smiles and keeps her voice and tone light. ]

[frostfist]

Fair point. But most people also don't meet over being murdered.

[ normal rules do not apply to them here. ]

[disingenuous]

I'll acknowledge that point and concede enough to say I don't wish to tell you.

[ at least this isn't a straight up deflection. wowie.

he can make a guess from the hints in the memory. ]

[frostfist]

[ you are so generous in assuming that i have even one iota of critical thinking in my body. i should have played an idiot. but he will at least let her have her rejection. ]

Not even over a cup of tea later? [ kidding. ] Well, if you do ever change your mind and are interested in talking, I'm always happy to listen.

[disingenuous]

[ i'm not saying you have to or that you should. just that you could, if you wanted.

she smiles at him. ]

I won't object to having a cup of tea, if you'd like to ask about something else.

[frostfist]

[ tearfully comes back after memshare week is over to finally give you a memshare ]

I'll happily accept an excuse for a cup of tea. Any particular flavor you're fond of?

[ not that she gets a chance to respond, another fun and friendly gust of wind immediately swirling around them and then depositing them into.....an office, though it's dreary and dark and faintly damp. a mournful tune plays gently in the background and on the desk are assorted stacks of papers, though perhaps the certificate of dukedom award to one (1) wriothesley that lies at the forefront is the most interesting. the newly appointed duke himself stands behind his desk, frowning at something in his hand - a light blue glass ball encased in a golden frame. after another moment of contemplation, he pins it to the back of his coat and then heads out. there's not much to say about the journey itself, up a slow-moving elevator and past a silent path and then across a narrow waterway while sitting in an odd motorized trolley before he finally steps out and heads towards a grand building in the near distance.

inside, a neatly uniformed creature motions for him to follow, leading him to a door and ushering him inside into yet another office (though this one is much more brightly lit). behind the desk is a robed man (i'm not going to link neuvillette), who rises at wriothesley's entrance. his expression is polite, his bearing regal, but there's something almost akin to joy in his eyes as he steps around the desk and forward.

"Congratulations. You have found something you wish to do at last, I see." ]

[disingenuous]

[ the french of it all....

she has no idea what a vision is or what it means, but it's easy to see it means something. she can tell he may have been underground. ]

Congratulations?

[frostfist]

[ very sharp perception, roxana, though her congratulations do make him chuckle. ]

For what, the title? I never asked for it.

[disingenuous]

Can't you be congratulated for it still? Unless it's something you want to discard and walk away from.

[ but the fancier looking man (neuvillette) made it seem otherwise. ]

[frostfist]

It has its uses.

[ he's not blind to the influence and power that comes with having a title. ]

Still, all I did was manage a production facility. Seems a little excessive, don't you think?

[disingenuous]

I think you're making it sound simpler than what it is. Titles aren't usually handed out for free... it's either someone paid an exorbitant amount of money or some kind merit that can't be dismissed.

[ it's more of a comment about general nobility than trying to pry. ]

[frostfist]

I prefer things when they're simple. Though life is usually anything but.

[ anyway. ]

I doubt it'll change anything on your end, but you can continue calling me just Wriothesley.

[disingenuous]

Our titles don't mean anything here, so I've never cared to uphold them or have anyone be more formal with me.

[ not that she stopped anyone from being formal or calling her by a title either. ]

I prefer things simpler, too.

[ she just makes things complicated because life is just that way. ]