( it hasn't escaped gwenaëlle that there are times that they communicate better when they're forced to do it slowly, and so: she does not seek out kitty, nor terrorise a runner, but writes to her in the crystal-activated book so she can see it when she likes. respond when and how she likes. )
I don't want you to think I would ever do anything to hurt you. I mean, knowingly, obviously sometimes people do things and don't realise, that keeps fucking happening, but as much as I'm not always good at it I am trying to be on your side. Even if I don't handle things terrible graciously when blindsided with them after several glasses of wine. Or ever, when I'm frustrated. It all feels so fucking unnecessary. We're all supposed to be trying to do the same thing and pull in the same direction. I thought I could convince Flint to see what I see in you, so that is what I tried to do. And to his credit he let me speak my piece, for all the particular good it did. He said he'd directed you to the Vashoth diplomat (I know this isn't related but don't you find it frustrating they have all these to purpose words and then it's all Qunari this and Qunari that and trying to differentiate just the species is so difficult if they aren't human or elven or I don't actually know if the Qun has any dwarves, I've never asked) and anyway I think you're better off with that avenue if you can reconsider whatever went awry with it.
It's stupid, you know. You were so angry with me when I left, you're probably not even reading this. He was so angry with me. I try and convince you both of what I see in you and I think all I ended up doing was reminding everyone how intolerable I am. And fucking Thranduil can
( can what, madam.
after a short time, the writing resumes. )
You said I try. Well, I do. I did. I will continue to, despite the obvious general consensus that I should stop. So there it is. If I could have only upset Thranduil and not you that would have been preferable as it's what I was trying to do.
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CEASE AND - no it's the book.
Date: 2019-10-21 08:16 am (UTC)I don't want you to think I would ever do anything to hurt you. I mean, knowingly, obviously sometimes people do things and don't realise, that keeps fucking happening, but as much as I'm not always good at it I am trying to be on your side. Even if I don't handle things terrible graciously when blindsided with them after several glasses of wine. Or ever, when I'm frustrated. It all feels so fucking unnecessary. We're all supposed to be trying to do the same thing and pull in the same direction. I thought I could convince Flint to see what I see in you, so that is what I tried to do. And to his credit he let me speak my piece, for all the particular good it did. He said he'd directed you to the Vashoth diplomat (I know this isn't related but don't you find it frustrating they have all these to purpose words and then it's all Qunari this and Qunari that and trying to differentiate just the species is so difficult if they aren't human or elven or I don't actually know if the Qun has any dwarves, I've never asked) and anyway I think you're better off with that avenue if you can reconsider whatever went awry with it.
It's stupid, you know. You were so angry with me when I left, you're probably not even reading this. He was so angry with me. I try and convince you both of what I see in you and I think all I ended up doing was reminding everyone how intolerable I am. And fucking Thranduil can
( can what, madam.
after a short time, the writing resumes. )
You said I try. Well, I do. I did. I will continue to, despite the obvious general consensus that I should stop. So there it is. If I could have only upset Thranduil and not you that would have been preferable as it's what I was trying to do.