[beau also kicks her shoes off, and actually probably goes to wash her face too, actually. just to make sure she's not still costume-makeup'd anywhere.]
Think someone went around healing everybody with their vouchers?
[oh, no, beau is super into this? like, she yelps because she's not expecting it, but wham, there she goes. she also flushes bright red across her nose.
[ It's fine because Otome is straddling her now and her eyes are bright and fierce. ]
Then most people are wrong.
[ She says it softly but firmly. ]
Beau, I've only known you for-- well, a month and a half, but you've always been there. For the others, when they're on the verge of breaking down. For your friends, when they're staggering out and barely able to stand. For me, every single time I've faltered! You always reached out, even when I tried to act like I was fine and you always knew just what to do to get me to breathe again.
How-- [ she sounds frustrated, wow. ] How can you not see just how amazing you are??
well, that's a lot to hear all at once. she's sort of just surprised, not understanding what's happening at first, but otome keeps going and beau's jaw sort of works. her expression shivers the way that one's does when maybe they are trying to not cry. she doesn't. cry, that is, and after a moment, her expression shifts into something a little softer.]
You... [she starts, and then very carefully, she brings a hand up to tuck otome's hair behind her ear.] ... I think it'd be nice to learn how to see myself the way you do.
[ She would have felt maybe a little bad if she'd made Beau cry and she does tense a bit out of concern-- but then Beau speaks and her gaze softens a bit in response. She dips her head just a little, to press a kiss to Beau's palm. ]
It might take some time. But I'd be more than willing to help you.
[it's so... weird? to get affection like this. simple, easy affection, without any strings. otome's not saying it to get something out of her, to make her do something or convince her. it makes her feel warm, and a little pained. she could lose this so fast. today, even.
otome kisses her palm, and beau leans up to kiss otome proper, and then leans back, expression open and just a touch vulnerable. she shouldn't let herself be, she thinks. it's dangerous.]
[ Otome gazes back at her, her own expression affectionate but more than a little pensive and sad.
There's no guarantee she'll survive tonight, and she knows they're both aware of it. So maybe it's best to let it go at this. Something gentle before either of them falls any further.
But she cups Beau's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over a cheekbone. Slowly, like she's trying to commit this to memory. ]
Sorry. [ softly now. ] I'll move in just a second.
[ Otome continues to gaze at her, her eyes a little dark with an unspoken thought. And then she nods, leaning down to catch her mouth in a kiss as she turns her hand to hold Beau's.
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girl strong...]
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But that's a thought for another day. Beau will obviously have to let them in but Otome seems to be a little more enthused now. ]
I think just one should do, but... really, nothing hurts? No residual soreness?
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Nope. Nothing. Someone healed my ribs yesterday. [she is like, sore, but it doesn't matter, she's always sore.]
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[ give her a minute to toe her shoes off and stretch. ]
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Think someone went around healing everybody with their vouchers?
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[ she will repay them by doing this, I guess. ]
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anyway.]
I should've done it for you. [she huffs.]
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You had two men to look after, to say nothing of everyone else in your dorm.
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Those two dumbasses use up all of my vouchers, I swear. [she moves back into the room, flopping down to sit on the edge of the bed.]
If it's not [shitty zemnian accent:] Beauregard, I need vouchers for my spell components, it's [shitty irish accent:] Feck, Beau, my gold sword!
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Doesn't that just mean they view you as the most reliable one? Though I'm sure you're aware of that already.
[ She'll let Beau flop, though she bounces on her heels lightly and settles into position for whenever she wants to do this. ]
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I don't know if they'd call me reliable. [useful, maybe. a beat.] I think most people wouldn't call me reliable.
[stop, get some self esteem]
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Then crooks her finger, beckoning. ]
Then I think there's something I ought to tell you.
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well, otome crooks her finger and beau pulls herself up to go over to her.]
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[ Because she's going to grab Beau by the arm, yank her closer, and grasp her by the hip to just.
Flip her and slam her to the ground.
Carefully, of course and Beau has every opportunity to be like NOPE because consent is important. ]
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she just stays on the floor...]
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Then most people are wrong.
[ She says it softly but firmly. ]
Beau, I've only known you for-- well, a month and a half, but you've always been there. For the others, when they're on the verge of breaking down. For your friends, when they're staggering out and barely able to stand. For me, every single time I've faltered! You always reached out, even when I tried to act like I was fine and you always knew just what to do to get me to breathe again.
How-- [ she sounds frustrated, wow. ] How can you not see just how amazing you are??
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well, that's a lot to hear all at once. she's sort of just surprised, not understanding what's happening at first, but otome keeps going and beau's jaw sort of works. her expression shivers the way that one's does when maybe they are trying to not cry. she doesn't. cry, that is, and after a moment, her expression shifts into something a little softer.]
You... [she starts, and then very carefully, she brings a hand up to tuck otome's hair behind her ear.] ... I think it'd be nice to learn how to see myself the way you do.
[her voice is a little raw, but. genuine.]
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It might take some time. But I'd be more than willing to help you.
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otome kisses her palm, and beau leans up to kiss otome proper, and then leans back, expression open and just a touch vulnerable. she shouldn't let herself be, she thinks. it's dangerous.]
... Okay. [beau says, a little breathless.] Yeah.
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There's no guarantee she'll survive tonight, and she knows they're both aware of it. So maybe it's best to let it go at this. Something gentle before either of them falls any further.
But she cups Beau's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over a cheekbone. Slowly, like she's trying to commit this to memory. ]
Sorry. [ softly now. ] I'll move in just a second.
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[beau says, without thinking, putting a hand over otome's. a beat, as she struggles through some measure of embarrassment, and then:]
... No, stay. Please.
[she doesn't ask, very often. but this time she does, resting a hand on otome's thigh and tilting into her hand.]
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She'll stay. ]