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A few months after the business with the chalice, Annie (with a gold engagement stud in one earlobe, now receiving mail at Aldaras's apartment, and thoroughly comfortable with Being Necklaced, to the point where she's helping mold the thing towards more exacting standards for real-world-practical as well as theoretical compatibility) is in bed with some unidentified sort of head cold or flu. Aldaras doesn't have it so far, so she is snuggled under the covers while he makes her spicy soup to help clear her sinuses and because she's having a little trouble with non-liquids. He's worried, she's mostly just groggy. Zzzz.
namesthesky
"Usually when I want things I try to - cheat and get them all at once without compromising, and that - would not be a good idea right now."
darkest_evening
He blinks at her, and then understanding dawns.
"Oh," he says. "That. Makes sense." Pause. "... That's - I'm - thank you. Sincerely. I'm genuinely touched."
"Oh," he says. "That. Makes sense." Pause. "... That's - I'm - thank you. Sincerely. I'm genuinely touched."
darkest_evening
"I'm still holding out hope," he says carefully, "for a fourth option of, 'and then we win,' but I'm currently leaning towards the third option, if winning is entirely impossible."
namesthesky
"I," she starts, and then she stops and burrows her face against his shoulder rather than finish the sentence.
namesthesky
Most of the tension flows out of her and her breathing evens out and she snuggles happily.
darkest_evening
He relaxes, too. Just a little. He's still thinking.
"I should eventually talk to your alts. And the new set, too."
"I should eventually talk to your alts. And the new set, too."
namesthesky
"You want to talk to them about how to - handle me. Because I'm untrustworthy on the subject now."