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[nishtha]

Your childish boasting does you a disservice, Alina. Perhaps we should speak again once you have calmed yourself. Regardless of your contempt for me, I still believe we would be better allies than enemies, if we cannot be friends.

[peasant]

( she bristles, if only because it isn't an accusation without basis. the question still remains: how do you douse a supernova of a temper, once it's already begun to ignite? )

How generous to think of me as an ally now you've been made aware I'm not completely useless.

( a pawn moved by this game, he had called her. silently, she wonders if armand doesn't see her the same, stricken by the same temptation to shift her as a piece on his board, as every powerful man before him has tried. as she blinks, alicent's words stain the back of her eyelids: you come to beg my sway and insult me? )

This may surprise you, but I don't consider you my enemy, Armand.
I save that privilege for very few.
What is it you want?

[nishtha]

[ If she is a pawn, he will make her his. Though he's still not convinced that she can be useful -- that will remain to be seen. ]

Your patience, nothing more. Your interest in seeing how useful we can be to each other, come the next round of this game.

[peasant]

( i would have to be truly desperate to accept that offer comes the first childish lash of anger, with nowhere to lay down her rage. she backspaces, finds the petty i thought you didn't need my protection does her no favors, in a manor where everything is in excess — save for trust, save for allies. for a few suspended moments, there's three hovering dots on armand's screen, alina starkov is typing ... )

I'm afraid we'll find that out soon enough.
Keep safe, Armand.