reverie overflow.

[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[velluminous]

I am sure they are colourful volumes indeed.

[vecna]

It showed me that you were passionate about your work. That you practically lived for your studies.

And that you could have used someone to help you straighten up.

[velluminous]

[ whaps him under the table with her tail ]

Hush. I had more important things.

[vecna]

[Wow! Thwapped at the knee, Henry scoots his legs further under his chair like it would make a difference.]

Like what? Where did you even sleep -- on the floor?

[velluminous]

[ at her desk, usually... ]

I sleep in my bed! Move everything over.

[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.