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lestat de lioncourt, 265

i don't remember you

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[damnedest]

[ Hm. After giving 1.2 seconds of thought about what this metaphor could possibly allude to, ]

Are you asking me to stop fucking Ianthe?

[hislittleflower]

No.

[ Although, very much noted. ]

Your girl has taken up residence there and I want her gone.

[damnedest]

[ Oh. ]

Residence?

[ A little hint of offense carries this word. ]

What, she is living with the Deathwarden?

[hislittleflower]

Yes, keep up--

[ Said with all the unearned snappiness of an ex-girlfriend. ]

Ianthe sent me message that she had taken her in like some sort of mangy stray.

[ And the pampered princess who normally considers Ianthe's home her secondary territory is displeased at the interloper. ]

So whatever you have done, kindly fix it with a greater degree of haste. I shouldn't have to suffer thanks to you two having a spat.

[damnedest]

We are not.

[ An overly defensive snap back, more of a mind your business than what he actually says. ]

I assume because you are the one lodging a complaint, Ianthe is content with this arrangement, yes? So talk to her.

[hislittleflower]

I did.

[ And somehow being a huffy brat did not endear Ianthe into doing what she wanted. ]

She is too well brought up to withdraw her hospitality from a damsel in distress.

[damnedest]

Oh, I see.

[ Rich sarcasm. Yes, Ianthe, too polite by half, or else she would have instantly done just as Peony said. ]

Did you stamp your foot at her like this as well? I assure you, my own good breeding is quite unmoved.

[hislittleflower]

[ How dare you also not bend to her will. ]

I asked you for a favour and said I would be indebted. No stamping of feet.

[damnedest]

[ She did do that. He stows his claws partway. ]

Gwenaëlle is having a difficult month. I am sure you've had those, in this awful place. If she prefers Ianthe's residence, for whatever reason, I won't move her. She cannot be moved, anyway.

Be nice.

[hislittleflower]

[ Why does nobody understand that she is being nice by not dragging her out of Ianthe's house by her hair and throwing her out into the street? The concept satisfies even if the consequences would be terrible. ]

I have not. I am wise enough to make the decisions that permit me to thrive.

Fine.

[damnedest]

[ With grand affection (and affectation); ]

Oh, I can hear your pouting from here.

[hislittleflower]

You can ask me to be nice. [ so magnanimous! ] And I shall be.

But you cannot ask me to be happy about being ousted from the comfort of our domestic bliss by my love in favour of her rescuing a younger and prettier damsel.

A woman's delicate jealous heart can only withstand so much pain.

[ She has to take SOME pleasure from all this drama. Even if she is the one causing said dramatics. ]