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Who: Solomon Goldsmith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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What: Catch all for September + October where I'm posting this halfway through the month just about.
When: Mid-sept onwards.
Where: Wherever.
Warning(s): Will be edited as needed.
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semblant) & various.What: Catch all for September + October where I'm posting this halfway through the month just about.
When: Mid-sept onwards.
Where: Wherever.
Warning(s): Will be edited as needed.
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[Among other things, but we'll start with that. He's still not making any effort to deal with that spill, one that's now leaked onto the floor and created a small pool. He won't be tending to it until it stains, if only to prove a point.]
I'd like an apology.
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The longer she stares at her plate the more crestfallen she looks. Solomon had made her a really nice breakfast and she had ruined it. She had wasted her juice. What good was she really?
Up her shoulders go as she gives him the apology he wants, unable to help the small sniffle.]
I'm sorry Solomon...I'm rotten.
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Not because it's lacking earnestness. All in all, it's another failed learning experience. She doesn't even know what she's apologizing for -- the table? Orange juice?
...That's fine too, actually. Anything she decides to apologize for between the Takasugi thing and now is fair game. He'd been pretty specific in nettling her about spreading her legs to that buffoon initially, but he can't heckle her for trying.]
Well, it doesn't really matter. [More in response to his own thoughts, prioritizing the negotiations in his head over coddling her.] Finish your breakfast. I'm sure you've committed to too many things again today.
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[Maybe that's not a question she should ask - she probably won't like the answer.]
I don't have anything to do today.
[Not one thing at all, actually. Shocking, isn't it? She's deflated now, using her fork to pick at what's left of her breakfast, placing little morsels into her mouth. She chews a bit, quiet at first, but not for long. Her voice comes out as a mutter, but at least she isn't talking with her mouth full.]
I wanted to see if you would have wanted to spend the day with me...
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[Some things do. Stupid things. Things that don't matter to anything but himself. For someone who lectures everyone else about selfishness...
He isn't so innocent. Now that he's finished cleaning what's relevant, he'll move closer to the table but refrains from sitting.]
What would you like to spend the day on?
[He might be too lowkey bitter to suggest anything, from a creative standpoint or otherwise.]
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[Ah, there's her insecurity again, rearing its ugly head for all to see. She knows he'll say yes, he'd be damned if he didn't...but that doesn't mean the reassurance would be truthful. Slipping from her chair she steps over to the sink to grab one of the dish clothes, only to return and crouch by the spill she'd made. She's kind of just...pushing the juice around, getting it into the grooves of the tiled floor, but at least her attempt to clean it up should say something.]
I wanted to go for a walk in the forest nearby.
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[He's impressed with her, even as she's sloshing her juice around and making that murder scene 90% worse. It's fine. A for effort. He'll tend to it when she's busy.]
...Is that all you want?
[While pretending not to be affected by her attempt at wiping her mess. A walk through the forest is a decidedly tame request, though not entirely out of ordinary.]
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Is it all she wants? Well, there's a lot she wants, but right now her desires are simple ones. The more she leans forward, the more the tips of her hair threaten to dip themselves into the sticky mess on the floor. What a disaster.]
I want a hug.
[Amshel would always embrace her and she never had to ask, but with Solomon it was different. He wasn't as liberal about giving out physical affection, or at least to her it felt that way...and when Diva felt herself being denied something, it was something she wanted more and more.]
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Of course.
[Were he still in a completely foul mood, he'd neglect such an offer until she wasn't so sticky with OJ.
But this is fine. He's been enough of a cock. Slowly but surely, he'll make his way toward her, motion up with arms outstretched...]
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Whether she wants him to be, he's the only rock she has here, the only constant in her life. Even he has limits, she's begun to slowly realize, a threshold to her lunacy and antics. There's always the fear in the back of her mind that he'll leave, after all, even though she knows he couldn't for long.]
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There there...
[No headpats, only hugs. Something much more lax is returned, but it's an embrace all the same. Scant of reassuring words -- let him be mad for a bit...but not too mad.]
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Solomon can be salty if he wants, just for a bit. She'll allow him that much, even though she still isn't sure if she's really done anything that bad. Either way, she'll take whatever affection and closeness he's willing to give her. That's not something she'd reject when she's so desperately craving it right now.]