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[....

Well, fuck.]

I think we have everything we need.

Details?

( He totally got the details yesterday and hasn't known how to say anything about it. He's so sad, okay. )

It's to do with art stuff.

( Avoiding the details on purpose? Mais oui. )

[Adonis.]

When, where, how long?

[It's annoying that she has to spell that out.]

We leave tomorrow. The mission is Spring of 1794 in Paris.

( Please don't let her know about the dates of the reign of Terror or just how bad that Spring and Summer were. He read the packet and felt a little green. )

The mission should take two weeks but they said it probably won't be that long in Exsilium.

Oh can you see if we've got any chicken in the fridge?

( He is going to make her some frozen meals okok )

[Are you fucking kidding.

The Reign of Terror and maybe two weeks with him gone. She only doesn't know what to say.]

There's no chicken.

It's just art stuff, you don't need to worry. Between my magic and Margaery's smarts, we'll be fine.

I'll be back in twenty.

( With an embarrassing number of groceries. )

[His magic is a reassurance, at least. He can control metal and stone, bend fire to his will, surely he'll be fine against muskets and swords and guillotines.]

Alright.

[She's so great at words.]

Edited (note to self: finish sentences) 2013-08-17 13:48 (UTC)

( That's off to a really good start. He tries not to think about what he's going to deal with when he makes it through the front door, and when he does make it there, he's loaded down with too much food. )

H-hey.

( Okay, so if he just smoothly goes into this, it'll be fine. ) I'm um, g-gonna-- gonna m-make you some stuff and p-put it in the freezer, so you d-don't need to um, to c-cook after work and stuff.

( And stuff. )

[She's not angry with him, and she's not even too worried so long as she reminds herself that he's perfectly capable of surviving on his own, she's just.. frustrated, that this has to come now, that he has to be gone s long, that he's spendin two weeks with Margaery.

Margaery, who's charming and pretty and sweet, and Max isn't very good at coping with jealousy.

When he opens the door, she moves to help him with the groceries, lightening his load.]

It's alright if you don't have the time, I'd rather you prepare for the mission.

[She's not angry at him, but she's still angry, and the only way she knows how to not take that out on him is to just withdraw.]

I'm g-good.

( For the mission. He's more worried about her. Not her coping without him, she doesn't need him or anything ridiculous like that, she's smart and she's capable, it's just that he worries anyway. She's Max. She had hardly been looking after herself at all before they found each other, and he's not eager to let that happen again. )

D-do, um, do you like c-curry?

( It'll be fine. They can talk about silly stuff like food. )

Yes, thank you.

[She should say more, but she doesn't know what else to add without sounding bitter or angry or something else that will unncessarily distress him.]

( It sounds so polished, and professional. Yes, thank you.

It sounds cold. Donny's gaze drops, and he just starts putting away the groceries he doesn't need right away and fishing out what's necessary for the first round of cooking. )

O-okay.

( Why's she doing that? )

[Maybe she should have left for a little while, until she was capable of dealing with this a little better than she is right now.

But it's too late for that, and he would have taken it as a slight anyway.]

Can I help?

[Sometimes it feels a little patronizing, the way he insists on doing things like this for her, as if she can't look after herself, but she bites down on the annoyance.

She appreciates it, when she's not angry about other things.]

( It's not that she can't, it's just that she doesn't. Donny pauses for a moment, before he's sliding a chopping board over to her, turning the knife in his hand to pass it to her handle first, and setting a couple of onions on the board, before he grabs up another board and knife for himself and slicing up some chicken.

He'll keep cooking, taking them through the steps of making this obscenely delicious curry until she cracks and talks first.... Unless they get to the end of this dish and she still isn't talking. )

[It takes her a little while, but going through the motions of chopping up things and preparing food helps her calm down a bit.]

Do you have any details?

[Of the mission.]

( his own frustration is eaking away, though he glances at her and lets the silence hang before he answers.)

G-gotta um, identity p-painting which have secret m-messages for the UE. "L-locate and acquire."

( Fancy words for stealing. )

Um, Margaery d-does the uh, the d-diplomat stuff? And I find and steal stuff. ( And then, a huff of laughter. Max'll get a kick out of this, right? Maybe it'll cheer her up? ) We um, have t-to um, to p-pretend we're married.

Edited (BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF A THING) 2013-08-21 06:07 (UTC)

[Oh for fuck's sake. Any response she might have made to the mission itself is lost in the wake of that revelation.

Max smiles, a wry sort of thing, looking amused even though she feels nothing of the sort.]

Should I be jealous?

[Like it's a joke, like she isn't twisting up inside.]

Oh, t-totally.

( Grasping onto that amusement, even if something in it doesn't seem right. It's just that this is better than arguing, than her being mad with him or vice versa, and maybe it can really just be a joke. It's better than saying why would you be or of course not, because there's too much that's incendiary in both of those things. )

[A hum, amused, though it almost sticks in her throat. She can't play this game right now, and her expression sobers as she looks at him.]

Please be careful, Adonis.

[She can't lose him.]

( even if he isn't, even if he died, he'd come back.
That really isn't what she needs to hear. And she doesn't mean about him being disloyal, could she? Max would know better, right?)

Yup.

( quietly, before he frowns, stops what he's doing and brushes his fingers against her wrist, hoping to catch, hold, her gaze.)

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where did that "only" come from. words pls

:') also actiioonnn?

no go back to text

you know he could i could make it happen

awkwardly texting irl

walks back outside just to text less awkwardly

sdgdfhdh

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