[ He lists a few of them off. It’s hard not to notice, though, that the ones he lists are more Bastien’s places than they are shared places. Of course every place one of them goes, the other will go as well - but there are still places that belong to one of them more than the other. Places that are a bit more political, rather than the more decadent spots that By will be the first to suggest. ]
And all those places are horribly far apart. My poor feet!
[ A silly complaint that Bastien takes seriously enough to collect his coffee and move out of their little kitchenette, pulling Byerly by the hand to the couch so he can get off his poor feet. ]
If I hadn’t been here, I would have been looking for you. [ In the decadent places. In the theaters and around the card tables. ] We would have missed each other entirely. Or maybe I would have realized you would be looking for me — but then maybe you would have realized I would be looking for you, and we would still have missed each other.
[ Like this, he can put his nose in Byerly's hair, put off by the smells he's picked up not at all. He looks down at the puppy from the corner of his eye; funny how she's managed to inherit her mother's froofy lap dog instincts despite her mongrel father and early orphaning. Or maybe they taught it to her. ]
[ It would be easy to make it light. To keep talking about melodramas. But that sober answer has invited a sober response - and Byerly's druthers are running towards sobriety. ]
You know that me loving you - That isn't some strange event, right? That it's not something that flies in the face of all odds.
[ He throws an arm up to loop around Bastien's neck as he nestles his back in more closely against Bastien's chest. The other hand comes out to rub at Rat Red's monstrous ears. ]
[ Maybe Bastien's stillness is an answer; a pause in his movements, even his breath, before a little nod of his head knocks his nose against Byerly's ear. The nod says yes, I know. The stillness says but not really.
Nod aside, when he opens his mouth, it's not to lie. ]
It didn't feel that way at the start. It felt like seducing you.
[ Persistent. Careful. Vying for attention, working doggedly against the obstacle of not being Byerly's more usual stormy, alarming type. No motive but wanting him, and no lies, but after living as he did for so long, even being himself felt like artifice. The role of Bastien in love, performed by Bastien in love. ]
And thank the Maker for that. Imagine if we still had to seduce each other every time we wanted to say I-love-you. Horrible.
[ He smiles down at Rat Red. ]
I don't think you should hold the person I was against me. Perhaps you noticed that I tended to have a taste for...shall we say...the people who seemed likely to do me as much harm as possible.
[ Bastien's mouth opens against Byerly's hair in preparation to protest his phrasing, holding it against him, but he has the sense to close it again and listen. Maybe that is what he's doing.
He's quiet. He nods again, and he settles his arms around Byerly's torso, one tight around his waist, the other hand joining him in petting the dog. ]
[ That he can admit that rather easily marks just how far he has come. ]
And it makes me all the more furious at myself, knowing that it gave you some sense that you weren't good enough. Rather than the truth, which was that I thought you were too good.
[ Relief isn't instant. Belief is — belief and a little irritation at himself for being too close and tangled-up in his own mess to have understood that sooner — but it will take more than a couple of seconds to enter his marrow. Still, he sounds cheered, despite a touch of melancholy lingering underneath it. ]
— I hope by now I have fucked up enough to change your mind about that.
[ He's joking. Or he's not joking at all, and he means it, but not in a sad way. He pecks a kiss against Byerly's temple. ]
Okay. Say I was waiting for you every day you came to the Gallows last week. The first day I would have been embarrassed, I think, about what happened here, so when I chose something to try to convince you, I would want to balance the scales a little. I would try to tell you something to convince you that I knew you, but one that was a little embarrassing for you.
[ Byerly settles in even more deeply. He considers this particular scenario. ]
That might be disarming. I thought you were an agent of sabotage - obviously - [ What else would he think - ] And so hearing something unflattering would undermine what I would be expecting.
[ Silly, to rewrite the past — but not so different from what he used to do with Inès, with his bardmaster, dissecting how things might have gone better. Instructive. He'll feel better, if he can see the outline of the way he might have won Byerly over again. ]
I'd lead with the torte incident, then, but then I think I would want to just talk to you. I wanted to talk to you about everything. You know I had Barrow thinking I was here from the Chantry to investigate him?
[ He settles back in, still grinning, though a little more subdued now. ]
Probably. I like the man. Though I would have been very curious about why you had decided to torment him. Probably would have made me sniff around you a bit more.
[ Bastien takes the slap in good humor, doing his best to nudge Byerly with his knee in equally gentle retaliation. ]
I drugged myself at your invitation. I thought it might make you believe me,
[ said lightly, but there's something serious underneath it: he'd rather humiliated himself believing in the childish solution, and he cares a great deal about his dignity — enough so to count their year of pretty mutual flirtation as throwing himself at Byerly — so of course he withdrew to the Gallows and refused to act like he cared about anything at all afterwards. ]
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[ He lists a few of them off. It’s hard not to notice, though, that the ones he lists are more Bastien’s places than they are shared places. Of course every place one of them goes, the other will go as well - but there are still places that belong to one of them more than the other. Places that are a bit more political, rather than the more decadent spots that By will be the first to suggest. ]
And all those places are horribly far apart. My poor feet!
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If I hadn’t been here, I would have been looking for you. [ In the decadent places. In the theaters and around the card tables. ] We would have missed each other entirely. Or maybe I would have realized you would be looking for me — but then maybe you would have realized I would be looking for you, and we would still have missed each other.
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[ He frowns, more bothered by being unable to remember the name of the melodrama in question than he would have been a week ago. ]
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[ He sits down sideways, one leg hanging off to keep it out of the way as he tugs Byerly down to sit against him and lean back on his chest. ]
The Three Loves of Lady Emeline. But I hope neither of us would have died.
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I hesitate to bring it up, but one of us has died. Oof -
[ Rat Red takes immediate advantage of the availability of a lap to jump up and nest. ]
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[ Like this, he can put his nose in Byerly's hair, put off by the smells he's picked up not at all. He looks down at the puppy from the corner of his eye; funny how she's managed to inherit her mother's froofy lap dog instincts despite her mongrel father and early orphaning. Or maybe they taught it to her. ]
I never forget.
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[ It would be easy to make it light. To keep talking about melodramas. But that sober answer has invited a sober response - and Byerly's druthers are running towards sobriety. ]
You know that me loving you - That isn't some strange event, right? That it's not something that flies in the face of all odds.
[ He throws an arm up to loop around Bastien's neck as he nestles his back in more closely against Bastien's chest. The other hand comes out to rub at Rat Red's monstrous ears. ]
You're very easy to love.
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Nod aside, when he opens his mouth, it's not to lie. ]
It didn't feel that way at the start. It felt like seducing you.
[ Persistent. Careful. Vying for attention, working doggedly against the obstacle of not being Byerly's more usual stormy, alarming type. No motive but wanting him, and no lies, but after living as he did for so long, even being himself felt like artifice. The role of Bastien in love, performed by Bastien in love. ]
It doesn't feel like that anymore,
[ to stave off that concern. ]
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[ He smiles down at Rat Red. ]
I don't think you should hold the person I was against me. Perhaps you noticed that I tended to have a taste for...shall we say...the people who seemed likely to do me as much harm as possible.
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He's quiet. He nods again, and he settles his arms around Byerly's torso, one tight around his waist, the other hand joining him in petting the dog. ]
You never deserved that.
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[ That he can admit that rather easily marks just how far he has come. ]
And it makes me all the more furious at myself, knowing that it gave you some sense that you weren't good enough. Rather than the truth, which was that I thought you were too good.
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[ Relief isn't instant. Belief is — belief and a little irritation at himself for being too close and tangled-up in his own mess to have understood that sooner — but it will take more than a couple of seconds to enter his marrow. Still, he sounds cheered, despite a touch of melancholy lingering underneath it. ]
— I hope by now I have fucked up enough to change your mind about that.
[ He's joking. Or he's not joking at all, and he means it, but not in a sad way. He pecks a kiss against Byerly's temple. ]
Okay. Say I was waiting for you every day you came to the Gallows last week. The first day I would have been embarrassed, I think, about what happened here, so when I chose something to try to convince you, I would want to balance the scales a little. I would try to tell you something to convince you that I knew you, but one that was a little embarrassing for you.
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[ Byerly settles in even more deeply. He considers this particular scenario. ]
That might be disarming. I thought you were an agent of sabotage - obviously - [ What else would he think - ] And so hearing something unflattering would undermine what I would be expecting.
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[ Silly, to rewrite the past — but not so different from what he used to do with Inès, with his bardmaster, dissecting how things might have gone better. Instructive. He'll feel better, if he can see the outline of the way he might have won Byerly over again. ]
I'd lead with the torte incident, then, but then I think I would want to just talk to you. I wanted to talk to you about everything. You know I had Barrow thinking I was here from the Chantry to investigate him?
[ Comeuppance is coming-uppanceing. ]
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[ He turns around so he can look Bastien fully in the face. ]
You absolute fucker!
[ But he's grinning out of admiration for the discord-sowing monstrosity of it. ]
He's going to punch your lights out, and you'll deserve it.
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[ Proudly. He's not sorry; if people didn't want him to ruin their days, maybe they shouldn't have forgotten about him. ]
If I had told you that, when you didn't have any real loyalty to me — would you have gone to tell him?
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[ He settles back in, still grinning, though a little more subdued now. ]
Probably. I like the man. Though I would have been very curious about why you had decided to torment him. Probably would have made me sniff around you a bit more.
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If I knew I had your attention, I might be a little more coy. You love a mystery.
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[ Rueful; it’s a weakness. ]
And I’m surprised you think you didn’t already have my attention. Why do you think I didn’t want to let you leave here?
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[ Teasing, though he does think that was more than half of it. ]
Being intrigued by the situation is not the same as being intrigued by me.
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I drugged you. Stop saying you were pathetic like it was some choice of yours.
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I drugged myself at your invitation. I thought it might make you believe me,
[ said lightly, but there's something serious underneath it: he'd rather humiliated himself believing in the childish solution, and he cares a great deal about his dignity — enough so to count their year of pretty mutual flirtation as throwing himself at Byerly — so of course he withdrew to the Gallows and refused to act like he cared about anything at all afterwards. ]
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When you say I was pathetic - what part are you talking about, exactly?
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