( the thing about alina starkov is — well. a lifetime of going unnoticed hasn't prepared her, exactly, for anyone noting her absence. it takes a moment to process it, along with the small warmth in her chest, when she rolls over to squint blearily at her phone. )
Oh. I may or may not be held captive by how comfortable these beds are.
It's a minor crisis. Sorry to have left you to the mercy of their daydrinking. Have they fallen in the lake yet? You have to take a picture for me if they do.
The beds are very comfortable. I'm glad you're only a victim of your own comfort.
But they haven't fallen in just yet - though they're bound to. One has taken it upon himself to dance naked along the banks. He shouldn't have that kind of confidence, considering.
Louis of the Lake. Very poetic. Alina. ( wait. ) Sorry. You knew that already.
I'll consider it their divine punishment for stealing my spot. That's where the sun is warmest.
Is he just a terrible dancer or is he just ( how does one politely say 'poorly endowed'. ) well, you know. If I learned anything from my time in army encampments, it's always the people you LEAST want to see naked that are the ones with a grudge against clothes.
Never had someone call me poetic. Careful now, it'll go to my head.
[ oh, why he hadn't spoken to her sooner is beyond him. there's a wit and a sense of humor to her that is both familiar and endearing. ]
Army? Can't blame you for wanting to relax in the sun. It's beautiful here, even if we're in an encampment of our own here. I'll warn the guy there's an officer coming back - but yes, you're right.
He's a terrible dancer for all the ways you might think he is.
Oh, I've seen much bigger heads. If your ego stops fitting through doors, I'm well-practiced in deflating those.
Assistant cartographer. Royal Corps of Surveyors. ( — formerly. presently: commanding general of ravka's second army. it's selfish, she knows, to unload the burden, return herself to an easier time of being led down paths, rather than the duty of forging them for herself — for her people — but the lie, the pretense, comes so naturally now. ) Don't tell him that part. People tend to be less intimidated when your weapon of choice is a pencil.
Oh. Not really a welcome performance, then. You could always end it early yourself. Your foot might accidentally find its way in front of him.
I know who to reach out to then when I am in need of some humbling. Thankfully, I'm good at doing that myself.
[ an interesting title, one he keeps at the back of his mind. ]
Never heard of it - but that's not unusual in a place like this. Everyone's from somewhere else. But interrupting his display of prowess would mean I'd have to leave my book behind.
Not sure it's worth that, unless you're wagering I wont.
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Oh. I may or may not be held captive by how comfortable these beds are.
It's a minor crisis. Sorry to have left you to the mercy of their daydrinking.
Have they fallen in the lake yet? You have to take a picture for me if they do.
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But they haven't fallen in just yet - though they're bound to.
One has taken it upon himself to dance naked along the banks. He shouldn't have that kind of confidence, considering.
Louis, by the way.
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Alina. ( wait. ) Sorry. You knew that already.
I'll consider it their divine punishment for stealing my spot. That's where the sun is warmest.
Is he just a terrible dancer or is he just ( how does one politely say 'poorly endowed'. ) well, you know. If I learned anything from my time in army encampments, it's always the people you LEAST want to see naked that are the ones with a grudge against clothes.
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[ oh, why he hadn't spoken to her sooner is beyond him. there's a wit and a sense of humor to her that is both familiar and endearing. ]
Army? Can't blame you for wanting to relax in the sun. It's beautiful here, even if we're in an encampment of our own here. I'll warn the guy there's an officer coming back - but yes, you're right.
He's a terrible dancer for all the ways you might think he is.
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If your ego stops fitting through doors, I'm well-practiced in deflating those.
Assistant cartographer. Royal Corps of Surveyors. ( — formerly. presently: commanding general of ravka's second army. it's selfish, she knows, to unload the burden, return herself to an easier time of being led down paths, rather than the duty of forging them for herself — for her people — but the lie, the pretense, comes so naturally now. ) Don't tell him that part. People tend to be less intimidated when your weapon of choice is a pencil.
Oh. Not really a welcome performance, then.
You could always end it early yourself. Your foot might accidentally find its way in front of him.
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[ an interesting title, one he keeps at the back of his mind. ]
Never heard of it - but that's not unusual in a place like this. Everyone's from somewhere else. But interrupting his display of prowess would mean I'd have to leave my book behind.
Not sure it's worth that, unless you're wagering I wont.