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So. How much longer is this stupid thing going to 8e going for? It's not going to last as long as that last one did, is it? 8ecause then I think I will set fire to something.

[Mindfang is not a happy camper. Sure she may have gained her vision back, but without the cueball it's not that great. There isn't much in Vatheon that she cares to look through anyway, and box can be easily broken. Vision isn't worth the price she's had to pay.

Which is a complete inability to block out her natural empath abilities. Alcohol is useless, the blocks she can set up in her own mind fail her and suddenly there's far too many people in her head. Too many feelings, happy, sad, angry, rage, so many more and none of them are hers besides the frustrated panic. All that works is staying away from others but even that's starting to fail her, whispers slipping through her mind enough to remind her that her head isn't safe anymore. And then supplies do dwindle and she finds herself having to leave the house.

The sunlight makes her squint from days indoors, and Mindfang doesn't seem that eager to move out and about. And when she does she keeps a wide berth around others, eyes clearly bloodshot, her fingers- metal and flesh -curling and uncurling as she walks with quick hurried steps. Her eyes dart from place to place and at times it feels like she's only moments from letting a crazed laugh escape.

Do you bother the woman who looks a lil crazy?]

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You say that like it would cut me out of his life.

[There's a touch of arrogance to her words, feeding off the aggravation she gets from him and goddamn is it so hard to get a straight answer from him]

Answer plainly, Expatriate. Instead of talking in never ending circles that give no true answers. Do you hate me, in more then a platonic way, or not?

I doubt it would, but it would stop making more of a bother for him.

[She can deal with it. More payback for all those sweeps listening to her go on and on. Her blunt forging ahead has him flush slightly, pent up frustration and little doses of hatred all swirling about.]

I would think it obvious, but you never were as clever as you claimed. Yes.

If only it were that easy.

[Sometimes she has wished she could let him go. But she can't, not when she's had him, had a real flushed relationship. She knows what it all feels like now, and she won't even back down. Stubborn as he is in turn.

The hatred from him only makes her lips lift in a sneer, feeling her own rise with it. God it would be easy to snap him like this, if she could ignore all this feeling. So easy. And yet so very unsatisfying.]

Oh, you practically reek of it. I just wanted to hear you say it, with your own tongue so you couldn't deny it.

And you seem to think that I like playing games.

[A sneer of his own, more of that frustration and hatred twisting out from him. She had always aggravated him, but now it's escalated, changed, become something else entirely.]

So, is that description a metaphor, or literal? You've been acting different.

[The curiosity is back, soothing some of the edges of his harsher feelings.]

Oh I like playing games with you, not the other way around. Keep up.

[The longer this all goes on the more it wears her down, fingers clenching and unclenching around the limb she's holding onto for balance. It's actually worse with just one person, on set of swinging emotions that she can't shake off instead a sea of confusion. She still sneers down at him, ignoring the throbbing in her head and then she feels the touch of curiosity and she flinches]

It's none of your business. You really should worry about yourself Darkleer. And thank me for being so kinda that I don't take it upon myself to snap you here and now. You're lucky it wouldn't bring me any satisfaction, as tempting as it is.

No you won't.

[Yes, he's calling her out on the bluff- at least he hopes it is such. Black flirtations are one thing, but he's rather sure that anything past that will make Summoner upset.]

[Hopefully.]

[Instead of being deterred, the curiosity gets stronger.]

You seem... sober. I can't recall you every laying off alcohol for long.

Only because it would be far too easy. I like a challenge.

[She starting to get twitchy, free hand running through her tangled hair till it catches on a knot and she snarls, tearing through it. He needs to shut up, shut his mouth shut down his feelings. He needs to go, and he won't]

Yes well, apparently that is what I get in return for an eye that I don't need. Is that enough information to sate your infernal curiosity or would you like my life story?

[She's getting fidgety the longer he stays. Perhaps if she were someone else, or if their deal was still fresh, he would indeed back off at the observation. However, seeing her get more aggravated just spurs little sparks of blackness in him, a little bit more sadism so he can see her squirm for once.]

I think I can manage to guess. Aren't you some degree of empath, Marquise?

[She wants to go down and punch him. See if those bones will shatter now. But even if this is a black relationship neither of them want to name she can't do that. It wouldn't mean anything and if anything it would make it more difficult for her quest to gain back Summoner.

So she stays perched in her tree, glaring back and contemplating throwing a tree branch.]

And if I am?

Well, it would certainly explain a few things.

[Idly, he twirls some of his fingers around one wrinkled finger before deciding on an experiment. The curiosity has a tint of amusement over it before Darkleer takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Calm. He has to get calm, completely ignore her.]

[Then...]

[Happy thoughts. Think ridiculously happy thoughts. He is now back in a field of hoofbeasts, watching their beautiful forms gallop nobly across plains, wind tugging at their gorgeous manes. God they're so majestic. Just ignore Mindfang, focus on hoofbeasts.]

[In no time at all, he is fighting back a wide grin on his face as he thinks of them, and the pure joy at those thoughts is rolling off him in wave. He just loves hoofbeasts. So. Much.]

Like?

[She watches him with suspicion as that curiosity changes and calmness overtakes him. It's soothing to her poor nerves too, a deep relaxation that makes her shut her eyes briefly, slumping in her tree perch.

It's calm here. Calm and quiet and with her eyes shut she can almost pretend Darkleer isn't anywhere near her. That she's fine. She hums softly, and the thought change, this burning joy and happiness that wells up in her body and man she would really like to hug a hoofbeast now-

Within seconds she's climbing higher up the tree, breaking useless branches off to throw down at him as she goes]

Stop that! Stop it right now!

[The glee takes a slightly sadistic delight turn at how she screeches at him, and he wobbles a bit in his haste to hide behind his stallion friend. (Stallion friend is currently giving the two of them A Look, of course.]

Stop what, my good Marquise?

[She will come down and tip that stallion friend ontop of you so help her.

Throwing another stick down at him]

You are perfectly aware what I am referring to! Or do I have to come down and crush your ankles to make that clear?

[Leave Stallion Friend out of this! You monster!]

[He ducks a little, and the stick hits his horn- the most sturdy part of him, really, at this point.]

Come near me to do any ankle crushing, and I'll just make it worse!

[You brought him into this! Literally.]

[That's ok because she has more sticks to throw]

Then perhaps I'll shatter those teeth of yours and leave you to choke on them!

You can't do that hiding up in a tree, Marquise.

[The stallion lowers his head to avoid the branches, and Darkleer just swats a few away. He might be an old man, but he's still ridiculously strong.]

I can wait.

[Goddamn it she just wants to go back to her home you ass fuck off]

I feel this discussion is over, now you really should be getting home before you trip on something and break everything!

Not quite.

[There's one last thing, and his glee subsides, replaced by seriousness, focus.]

Summoner doesn't want to see this. We keep our interactions on the SFC's private.

[Her groan is actually audible. Oh my god Darkleer just go.

But she will listen to that, a small rustle of leaves the only sign she hasn't disappeared]

Fine. Like I want anyone aware of this myself. You're really quite beneath me you know.

[Oh shut yer face, Mindfang, gosh, this is serious!]

Of course.

That's all I wanted to discuss. Good day, Marquise.

[And he turns to go...]

[But not before thinking really hard of hoofbeasts again.]

[Not until you shut yours]

Good. Now fuck off.

[And as she steadies herself up in the tree, that happy overjoyed feeling reaches her. Which results in several creative curses and an actual solid limb being hurled down.]

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