coming clean
Feb. 14th, 2013 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Raven awakes to a steady litany of gods and goddesses being repeated in a panicked voice somewhere near her feet. "Janus, Sancus, Portunes, Mors... fucking Neptune, I'll give you my left bollock if it means you'll listen to me just this once - it was an accident, I swear, you have to believe me, I wouldn't have done it if I had known. I'm a faithful servant of the gods, you know that - sure, I haven't always found the time to make a sacrifice when I should've, but I'm a busy man and I meant to, honest. I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just... don't strike me down for this. It's only been a couple weeks and she said it might take years before I was ready to see Eirene. Just give me that chance, Jupiter, and I swear you won't regret it."
The voice - which is unmistakeably Pullo's - falls silent, though there's a certain amount of low moaning and shuffling from the end of the bed to show he's still working himself up over his 'crime'.
The voice - which is unmistakeably Pullo's - falls silent, though there's a certain amount of low moaning and shuffling from the end of the bed to show he's still working himself up over his 'crime'.
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Date: 2013-02-14 05:23 pm (UTC)Blinking, Raven raises her head and sees the top of his, the memory of the fight beginning to trickle back as she hears him list the entire Roman pantheon in a grief-laden voice.
She lets her head fall back and hit the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. He knocked you out.
I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just--
Her eyes flutter shut; she heaves a sigh. Figures she lets it drag on this long for laughs and ends up getting her ass handed to her, hoisted by her own petard. Maybe Pullo really does have some heavensent help, but it's not this blue broad, and it's time he learned the jig is up.
"Pullo..."
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Date: 2013-02-14 05:41 pm (UTC)"My deepest regrets, your holiness," he says, his voice muffled - by the floor, mostly. "I should've known it was you, I'm sorry I failed your test. I'm a stupid man, but I didn't mean any harm by it. Well, I did, but not against you."
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Date: 2013-02-14 06:21 pm (UTC)Not a lot, granted, but enough to put her foot down.
"Pullo, stop it. Get off the floor," she huffs, exasperated. "Sit." She nods at the bed.
"We have to... talk."
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Date: 2013-02-14 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-14 07:30 pm (UTC)"I wasn't testing you," she says. She's leaning against the headboard, arms crossed defensively. "All I wanted was a good fight. ...and I got it."
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Date: 2013-02-14 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-15 04:59 am (UTC)She leans forward, her tone cranky and severe, intent on breaking it down for him.
"Look-- the gods don't exist. It's just us, stuck on a piss-poor substitute for Olympus for the rest of our miserable lives." Her head is pounding, her jaw hurts, and she can't stand another second of that look he's giving her. "I was bored out of my damned mind, OK?! I needed a laugh."
She really can't stare at that completely crestfallen mug anymore, so she just wipes a hand over her face, rubbing at her temple and waiting for him to finally react.
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Date: 2013-02-16 10:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-16 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 01:43 am (UTC)Seeing him now, sitting at the edge of the bed that he carried her to after she goaded him unwittingly into a fight, peaceably accepting the fact that she's lied to him for two weeks straight, makes her speechless.
"Well?"
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Date: 2013-02-17 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 01:23 pm (UTC)"No."
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Date: 2013-02-17 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 01:43 pm (UTC)"...and at any point, did you suspect that I was perhaps not the child-bride goddess of spring!?"
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Date: 2013-02-17 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 02:10 pm (UTC)"I had you running errands for me. Like a slave. You're telling me that doesn't piss you off?"
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Date: 2013-02-17 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 03:30 pm (UTC)Pullo is clearly a good guy who doesn't ask a lot of questions-- all the more reason he doesn't belong anywhere near her.
But hey, she hasn't exactly been holding back: he knows what he's signing up for, and if that's what he wants, she sure as hell isn't turning him down. The last two weeks have been good weeks.
Raven looks at him with a level, evaluating gaze, and eventually, a smile creeps onto her lips.
"Has anybody ever told you that you might need professional help? That you're, y'know, 'non compos mentis'?"
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Date: 2013-02-17 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-17 06:14 pm (UTC)"...did anyone see you carrying me here?"
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Date: 2013-02-17 06:36 pm (UTC)"Your head alright? I gave you a pretty good clock, there..."
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Date: 2013-02-17 11:24 pm (UTC)She reaches up to touch it and fixes him with a wry look. "Damn right you did. I'll be fine. By the way, if that guy ever actually shows up, you have my express permission to knock him down and make sure he never gets back up again."
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Date: 2013-02-18 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 01:53 pm (UTC)"Listen," she says, pausing to look at him before she moves past. "You did a good thing. I owe you one."
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Date: 2013-02-19 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)"And don't think this lets you off the hook for tonight." The door slides open and she glances just slightly over her shoulder, checking in with him. They have a standing arrangement: he shows up and entertains her by playing literally the worst hands possible with a self-satisfied look, and doesn't upset the table when she wins several times in a row.
Though maybe now she has to show some more restraint with her victory hustle.