animus_network | Chatlog 004 ☣ Nothin' lasts forever, but I will always remember

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Chatlog 004 ☣ Nothin' lasts forever, but I will always remember

So are we just not going to talk about the fact that this place is suddenly a lot less dangerous?

[Asagi sighs, and shrugs, leaning back in her chair as she always is.]

Alright then, let's talk about something else.

[She kicks her feet down and leans forward, chin on her hands, feigning attentiveness.]

Tell me then- what's your good end for the tower? What do you boys and girls out there hope winds up happening when the clock hits zero on our time here?

Come on.

Always did love a good fairytale.

[ooc: backdated to sometime the 21st, late forever]

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[Lancer moves quickly, zooming up the stairs. He's there by the appointed time.]

Uh...hey.

[He's glad this floor is empty except for the two of them right now.]

[Asagi is perched on a rock facing the lagoon, and raises a hand when she hears him, stretching her legs out in front of her.]

Hey.

[She looks over her shoulder at him, expression mild as ever.]

So. 'Official', huh?

[He take a deep breath.]

...Yeah, "official." Official for as long as we're together.

[He smiles, but it's a strained one. He's more nervous than he'd like to be.]

In other words, 'til this place goes to hell in a handbasket.

[She rolls her shoulders in a shrug, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.]

Not nervous over me, are you Lancer?

[He yelps.]

N-no. It's...it's just that this is the first time I've been so serious with a woman since my wife.

Wife, huh?

[She rolls her eyes a little, leaning back on her hands.]

You know, I never really thought about it but you must be pretty old if you had a wife and kid and all that.

[The sudden change in topic catches him off-guard. He stutters for a moment before answering.]

I'm thirty-two if you count the time I spent here...I think. Give or take two or three years.

[He shrugs.]

So I'm not old. I just not a kid any longer.

Pretty spry for your age, puppy.

[She smirks though, shrugging her shoulders idly.]

Not a big deal though- and I was only teasing... mostly.

[Another stretch, and she looks up at him, amused.]

You're not going to try and give me some big speech or anything about us being a thing now, are you?

Not unless you want me to. Though, I suppose I should ask you a question.

[He takes a deep breath.]

...Are you okay with me still loving my wife?

[There goes that eyebrow again, moving ever-higher.]

Depends. That going to change how you feel about me?

[A pause, and then-]

Or I guess, am I going to spend a bunch of time trying to live up to someone else's part in your life?

N-no! I'd never ask you to do that. Emer is Emer, and you're you. But...other than Emer, you're the woman I like best.

[It's hard for him to explain. He loved both of them romantically, sure. But in slightly different ways. For slightly different traits.]

Alright, you might want to work on the phrasing of that, first off.

[Because she is no one's consolation prize.]

But yeah, I get it I guess. Just don't expect me to be as forgiving as she was.

I'm really glad you understand.

[He laughs nervously.]

Guess...I'm gonna have to clean up my act a bit more then...

Oh, I'd definitely say so.

[A meaningful look.]

You're lucky I'm not a more extreme jealous type.

Yeah...I'm...really lucky.

[His laughter becomes more strained as he remembers the one time he dealt with a really jealous woman. If Morrigan inspired some mix of fear and anger in him, Aoife inspired mostly fear.]

[She raises an eyebrow at that, but decides he looks discomfited enough that she won't ask.]

At least you know it. So. We're agreed, right?

[Her gaze narrows marginally, sharpening.]

No hitting on girls who aren't me.

[He hesitates for a while before answering.]

I promise. I'll stick to it to the best of my ability.

[She stares him down evenly, eyes narrowing.]

Alright- but you'd better know I'll be angry if I hear about anything like that.

I know.

[He feels himself breaking into a cold sweat.]

And if you get angry...don't bottle it up. You can just...take it out of me.

[He knows that it'll probably be painful on his end, but he's willing to stand there and take it. When he's not hiding from her wrath, that is.]

Oh don't worry about that.

[The corner of her mouth quirks into a smile.]

After all, if you break my trust now that you've promised, there won't be any holding back in the slightest.

[She's so good at this whole negative reinforcement thing, isn't she?

The corner of her mouth twitches a little higher.]

But I'm sure it won't come to that, hmm?

[He nods, a little too quickly.]

Nope, it'll never come to that. Ever.

...Now, how about doing something special together to seal the deal?

Smart man.

[And here she rolls her eyes, but at least the smile, as it is, doesn't disappear.]

Like what? Throw a party?

That might take some time. How about just a dance for now?

A dance? Here?

[Pardon while she blinks in confusion.]

Okay...?

The plants are a nice atmosphere, aren't they?

[He bows and offers her his hand.]

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