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[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & various
What: dutch's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dayweek: alvis and johnny are both back in stasis and dutch is not happy. add a bomb and alcohol and you got yourself a log.
When: 1st october onward
Where: out and about in olympia (red light district, various other places possibly)
Warning(s): alcohol and sex used as coping mechanisms. violence.



[ if you'd like a starter, hit me up via pm, at the event plotting or on plurk at abiosis ]

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[vorrutyer]

[ He presses his cheek into her hand, then turns his head to kiss her palm. Dear heavens, she really is drunk, isn't she? Far beyond what she ever was in his presence. What prompted this, he wonders... ]

Are you saying you think I merit charging high rates? I'm flattered.

[motivation]

[ alcohol isn't distraction enough from what prompted her to drink, but there's promise in the touch of his lips against her palm and for a moment, dutch smiles. ]

I'm saying —

[ what is she saying? ] I'm saying I think that you think that you merit high rates.

[vorrutyer]

What a flatterer you are.

[ He slips his hand into the small of her back. ]

I like you a little tipsy.

[motivation]

That wasn't flattery.

[ she's not a little tipsy, though he's probably aware of that. she's verging on drunk— not quite drunk enough that she couldn't still kick arse if necessary, but trying hard to be drunk enough not to think. it's a fine line to walk, that.

it's drunk enough, at any rate, to lean into his side. what? he's a handsome man and she already knows he's good in bed and this isn't affection or leaning on anyone in any sense but the literal. it's just physical, all right. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ And he curves his hand around her waist fully, drawing her in closer. ]

Well, it's true. I always provide a - hmm - classy experience. Didn't you feel pampered, being with me? Tended to? Taken care of?

[motivation]

Who says I want to feel pampered?

[ dutch makes a noise that's closer to a derisive snort than a laugh. ] Not that kind of princess. Never was.

[vorrutyer]

No? I see. So what kind of princess are you, Dutch?

[motivation]

[ that gets a smile. ]

The warrior kind. [ duh.

also the kind that got her husband killed the night of their wedding because her mentor who taught her to kill wasn't ready to let her go, apparently, but dutch is nowhere near drunk enough to say that. ]

[vorrutyer]

But of course. How silly of me. Of course, then one must ask - what sort of culture lets their princesses go to war.

[motivation]

What culture wouldn't? [ hah. but no, in all honestly? ]

They didn't really get the choice to let me do anything. [ she was their princess for a day. well, night. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Hm? That joke goes over his head. ]

What do you mean?

[motivation]

[ well, damn it all to hells. ]

I ran away the night of my wedding. After the prince got killed.

[vorrutyer]

[ His eyes sharpen. His voice, though, stays mild: ]

Ah, heavens mine. I never would have taken you for a widow. You wear it well.

[motivation]

Not like I knew him. [ dutch says, aiming for dismissive and landing on sad instead, at least if he manages to read the nuance. which he will.

she didn't know him well. he was still a dream, a ticket out of a life dutch never wanted. only she hadn't been dutch at the time yet. ]

[vorrutyer]

Then why marry him, dear princess?

[motivation]

[ dutch's smile is not entirely humorous, her tone not as casual as she'd like. ]

It's what we were all trained to do.

[vorrutyer]

To capture the heart of a prince?

[ Huh. She's not joking, is she. ]

You and who else?

[motivation]

[ she's not joking. dutch bumps her hip against his, deliberate. a rebuke of sorts, as though he should already know the answer. ]

Me and all the other girls in the harem.

[vorrutyer]

Ah, of course.

[ Just a very, very slight quirk of his eyebrow. The other girls in the harem? Good heavens. ]

Though you've come quite a long ways since then, haven't you? From capturing hearts to aiming at them. Not taking hostages any longer.

[motivation]

[ good heavens indeed. ]

Not since. [ khlyen started her young. the other girls learned how to dance and enchant a royal; dutch learned those two things and how to kill. ]

[vorrutyer]

How old were you?

[motivation]

How old was I when?

[vorrutyer]

When you married your prince.

[motivation]

Not sure.

[ even with everything she's learned about herself, dutch still has no idea when her birthday is or how old she is exactly. ] Eighteen, probably.

[vorrutyer]

So it's been... [ At a guess - ] Ten years?