( gwenaëlle has massive daddy issues that she doesn't know how to articulate?
she struggles, too, for a moment. 'friend' doesn't feel right, exactly. )
It's—avuncular. I've learned a lot from him, we talk about books and poetry and while he teaches me how to handle a sword. We do it a few times a week, most weeks—we've been using mine and Thranduil's bedroom, but while you're staying with us I won't have him there.
( she still trusts him, but kitty doesn't. it isn't any skin off gwenaëlle's nose to walk down the hall instead of having him come to her. )
He's taught me about sailing, and piracy, and politics. And I can finally challenge him a bit with the sword, but if he did turn on me it'd be an anchor-shard to the balls. There's no such thing as a fair fight.
I do trust him. But if I'm wrong, no one is going to be angrier about it than me.
[ It's a strange little anxiety. Kitty worries, suddenly, about the consequences if Flint turns on Gwen. She's...not really used to worries like that. ]
( 'he kept me company when all I could do was sit in bed sewing' paints one picture, and 'because a wyvern had fucked up my leg while I was getting supplies for an illicit attempt to undo Tranquility' another entirely. she says neither, though she thinks about it. )
Probably. Yeah.
But that's—I wouldn't make you be around him just because I trust him. You don't. Guilfoyle can be with you any time I'm not. Coupe pauses when he's in a room.
( a sort of verbal shrug— ) Whatever I ask him to.
He's a retired assassin who was my lord's gentleman, he did...everything. I've been trying to find him more relaxing work than he used to do, frankly, but bodyguarding is well within his remit.
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rathercommon) wrote2018-06-25 09:47 pm
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[ She swallows. Funny thing, how frightened she sounds. Especially since, y'know, this is pretty much exactly what she was asking for. ]
If...I - I, erm... [ She struggles a moment, then says, quite suddenly - ]
What is your relationship with Flint, even?
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( gwenaëlle has massive daddy issues that she doesn't know how to articulate?
she struggles, too, for a moment. 'friend' doesn't feel right, exactly. )
It's—avuncular. I've learned a lot from him, we talk about books and poetry and while he teaches me how to handle a sword. We do it a few times a week, most weeks—we've been using mine and Thranduil's bedroom, but while you're staying with us I won't have him there.
( she still trusts him, but kitty doesn't. it isn't any skin off gwenaëlle's nose to walk down the hall instead of having him come to her. )
He's taught me about sailing, and piracy, and politics. And I can finally challenge him a bit with the sword, but if he did turn on me it'd be an anchor-shard to the balls. There's no such thing as a fair fight.
I do trust him. But if I'm wrong, no one is going to be angrier about it than me.
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[ It's a strange little anxiety. Kitty worries, suddenly, about the consequences if Flint turns on Gwen. She's...not really used to worries like that. ]
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Probably. Yeah.
But that's—I wouldn't make you be around him just because I trust him. You don't. Guilfoyle can be with you any time I'm not. Coupe pauses when he's in a room.
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I don't think I know Coupe well enough for that to mean anything to me.
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He's a retired assassin who was my lord's gentleman, he did...everything. I've been trying to find him more relaxing work than he used to do, frankly, but bodyguarding is well within his remit.
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