[ pot, kettle, etc. this church needs to be purified again and be removed of any trace of self-deprecation. it's starting to suffocate her already.
shrugging: ] Who knows? I might be desperate enough for 3 decent meals every day that I might do something with it.
[ very, very unlikely when she's been dealing with the same tasteless (and sometimes close to rotting) food that she's been finding for a month now, and she's so far survived. she has higher tolerance for this kind of bullshit than most people, having dealt with it before. ]
My point is, it's not something that should be weighing on your mind at all.
[ he can sigh a million times, but she's not budging, even folding her arms across her chest to get her point across. pot, kettle, whatever. there are honestly more important things that he should be thinking of than her own desire for a plate of beignets. ]
But it is, because then, I won't have to worry about what kind of a relationship this stranger and I will have in the end, other than something mutually beneficial.
[Suzaku can concern himself with whatever he damn well wants to, thank you, including whatever strangers Davina will come to rely on for 'favors' in the future.
Look. If she sees any big, intimidating blond men anywhere near this church, they'll be having words.]
Do you think you'd have that issue with me?
[Do you think Suzaku is the kind of person to fall ass over heels for people super easily? He is, but on what grounds can she accuse him of such???]
[ pls, if she sees any blond men anywhere near this church, it only means he brought them over. and she's washing her hands of any responsibility if his ass gets handed to him again. she'll probably die anyway if she tries that stunt again with the healing spell. ]
You can think whatever you want. [ and he can provoke her as much as he wants. ] But you're still not seeing my card.
[ you know what, since this conversation is taking too long, she's standing up and getting water. maybe tea even, since she found plants outside that she can use. chamomile is good for the nerves, for calming down. suzaku needs it with the somersaults his mind is doing right now.
davina has to roll her eyes at that, attempting to find something she can use to make tea goddammit. any harder, and her eyeballs would definitely fall out. ]
[A shame, because tea sounds good right about now. Every heavy conversation should be done over a cup of tea, though Suzaku would prefer green tea if he had the choice.
Instead, Suzaku's content to sit here and quietly simmer.]
Your preference shouldn't be to hand yourself over to a stranger. Even if you can light them on fire if they overstep your boundaries, there's nothing enjoyable in sharing things like this with someone you have no emotional ties to.
[ suzaku can find his own tea leaves if he's going to be picky. ]
Who said I want to enjoy it? [ there he goes, assuming things again. the mere fact that they're being made to do these things in exchange for the comforts of life is barely enjoyable in itself. ] It's just to get something that I want, isn't it? I don't have to enjoy the process as long as I get what I want in the end.
[ besides, even if she wanted to enjoy it, she couldn't. the person she wanted to do it the most with is dead. ]
[ who is he to lecture her about giving too much of herself away? people have taken everything away from her, bit by bit, piece by piece. and she knew that they will take even more away. which is why she's forced her own feelings inside a box and sealed it somewhere dark so as not to lose anything else. ]
Not like this, it's not, [ she mutters, giving up on making tea. ] Anyway, I think we've exhausted this topic enough.
[ she looks up at suzaku impassively. ] Are we good?
[There's little point in continuing to beat this dead horse. Suzaku holds his sighs and rises to his feet. The polite thing to do would be to end this conversation before heading for the doors, but he isn't in the mood for pleasantries today.
Instead, he'll call out to Davina over his shoulder as he goes.]
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...somehow, I wonder if you'll do anything with that card. You don't seem like the type who would easily cast aside your modesty.
[Unlike Suzaku. Unlike Lelouch, apparently.]
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shrugging: ] Who knows? I might be desperate enough for 3 decent meals every day that I might do something with it.
[ very, very unlikely when she's been dealing with the same tasteless (and sometimes close to rotting) food that she's been finding for a month now, and she's so far survived. she has higher tolerance for this kind of bullshit than most people, having dealt with it before. ]
My point is, it's not something that should be weighing on your mind at all.
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Suzaku sighs loudly, unwilling to censor himself in the face of Davina's stubbornness.]
You live with people who can help you. Turning to strangers for those sorts of things isn't the best idea.
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But it is, because then, I won't have to worry about what kind of a relationship this stranger and I will have in the end, other than something mutually beneficial.
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Look. If she sees any big, intimidating blond men anywhere near this church, they'll be having words.]
Do you think you'd have that issue with me?
[Do you think Suzaku is the kind of person to fall ass over heels for people super easily? He is, but on what grounds can she accuse him of such???]
You sound scared.
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You can think whatever you want. [ and he can provoke her as much as he wants. ] But you're still not seeing my card.
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What about Lelouch? Would you prefer him over me?
[Oh no, this isn't missing the point. This is vaulting right over it with pinpoint precision.]
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davina has to roll her eyes at that, attempting to find something she can use to make tea goddammit. any harder, and her eyeballs would definitely fall out. ]
Why does my preference even matter?
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Instead, Suzaku's content to sit here and quietly simmer.]
Your preference shouldn't be to hand yourself over to a stranger. Even if you can light them on fire if they overstep your boundaries, there's nothing enjoyable in sharing things like this with someone you have no emotional ties to.
More than anything, it's exhausting.
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Who said I want to enjoy it? [ there he goes, assuming things again. the mere fact that they're being made to do these things in exchange for the comforts of life is barely enjoyable in itself. ] It's just to get something that I want, isn't it? I don't have to enjoy the process as long as I get what I want in the end.
[ besides, even if she wanted to enjoy it, she couldn't. the person she wanted to do it the most with is dead. ]
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[Look, he finally said it, no more tiptoeing around the subject.]
You'll give away too much of yourself if you insist on relying on strangers... but I've already said too much.
[No means no– even Suzaku understands that. Leaning forward in his seat, Suzaku rests his chin in his hand, staring not at Davina, but at the floor.]
Just do me one favor. Don't let anyone take more from you than you're willing to give.
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Not like this, it's not, [ she mutters, giving up on making tea. ] Anyway, I think we've exhausted this topic enough.
[ she looks up at suzaku impassively. ] Are we good?
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Instead, he'll call out to Davina over his shoulder as he goes.]
We're good.
[Not really, but– you know. Good enough.]