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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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[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?

[motivation]

Almost, yeah.

[ almost eight, at least. has it been that long since she ran from khlyen? ]

[vorrutyer]

Quite a transformation, then. From harem girl to warrior woman in less than a decade.

[motivation]

No, no. I learned how to fight in the harem.

[vorrutyer]

Really? Seems like an unusual skill for a harem girl.

[motivation]

Probably why none of the others were taught. Guess that makes me special.

[vorrutyer]

Hm. So why were you special?

[motivation]

[ for the longest time, dutch hadn't known. she has her answers now, the pieces of herself khlyen had held hostage and kept from her. (from aneela, too.)

she has her answers, but she's not quite drunk enough to spill all of that. ]

I'm lucky like that.

[vorrutyer]

Hm. Is it luck?

[ By looks away, smiling vaguely. His voice is low, soothing - bantering, really, rather than pushing. ]

It seems like it's rarely a good thing to be assigned some special destiny. Quite cuts down on your own options.

[motivation]

What do you think?

[ dutch snorts. ladylike, that. ] I ran away, didn't I?