reverie overflow.

[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[vecna]

[Uh-huh.]

That kind of mess wouldn’t have been allowed where I was from. That, or I would have been assigned to clean it up.

[velluminous]

Oho! You are not coming within ten feet of my bed, sir.

[vecna]

Then make it more presentable for company if you're so protective of your mattress.

[It's not like he has purview over how her memories are already formed, so obviously, this is not a serious request.]

[velluminous]

Perhaps you will find utter barren quality of my room in Basilisk more appealing.

[vecna]

Oh, did you want to dance in your actual room next time?

[velluminous]

[ she can't take this ] N-Next time!

[vecna]

[suffer] You wouldn’t want to?

[velluminous]

You do?

[vecna]

You can’t deflect my question with one of your own.

[velluminous]

Did you not just hear me do so?

[vecna]

Ms Vaux, if you don’t want to dance again, just say so. There’s no need to go in circles about it.

[velluminous]

Fine! It was fine! I would not mind dancing with you again. Are you happy? Did I say what you were so desperate to hear?

[vecna]

[Not that he particularly needs an ego boost, but he will consider that a victory.]

What you were so desperate not to admit, you mean. But yes.

[velluminous]

[ stares at him with those unblinking violet voids of eyes for, like, several moments ] Indulge me, Mister Creel.

[vecna]

[Rests his elbows on the table again.] Hm?

[velluminous]

Do you like me? Am I unbearably difficult woman?

[ their interactions vacillate so wildly back and forth that she sincerely can't tell ]

[vecna]

[Oh. Another difficult to answer question. There are so very few people in his lifetime that he’s met that Henry has sincerely liked.

But if one were to turn their assessment towards their past interactions—limited as they are so far—he cannot say he has been more displeased than intrigued. Amused, in his own way. Perhaps there is something about this prison that strips away at a person’s need to play at pretenses; he almost hates to call it refreshing.

But—]

Can both not apply? You have been difficult, but the circumstances of this prison aren’t easy.

Have I given you reason to think that I don’t like you?

[velluminous]

[ her brows pinch and her expression hangs as she thinks, very sincerely, about bringing up the tantrum room again. or how his gaze had been like a knife's edge after she ordered him after her into the ocean.

but at last she grunts and rakes her clawed fingers through her hair. it'll have to do, for now. ]

I have difficulty telling these things.

[vecna]

[He would have spared such looks for anyone. She is not immune to them now, even if their newest interaction makes it a less likely prospect than before.

His smile is gentle, as always.]

You're assuming I'd hate you for throwing me into the ocean. That's not an unreasonable thought.

[velluminous]

How comforting.

[vecna]

Well, I don't.

[velluminous]

[ a strange tension leaves her; she rests her forehead on the heel of one hand, sighs until there's nothing left. ]

Spared for another day.

[vecna]

Believe me, it’s one of the least offensive things I’ve had happen to me.

[Not that he wants it to happen again MIND YOU.]

You worry often about what people think of you?

[velluminous]

Appearances and impressions are everything in world of nobility.

[ and, having been discredited, expelled, ostracized... what people make of her is possibly the most important thing in her life now ]

Your mind will only get you so far if no one else will listen to you.

[vecna]

[Ah, so her world is not so fantastical at all. It has its ugly parts, just like his own.]

That sounds tiresome. I'm not nobility and I never was, but many things in my world are the same. So much importance placed on appearances.