Trish Una (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
figlia_morbida) wrote2022-08-08 05:05 pm
figlia_morbida) wrote2022-08-08 05:05 pm
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"That's Nanami's coworker" Nanami u have every job possible Trish could spit and hit a coworker!!
Nanami continues to echo Maya in the meantime, insistent that there's some underlying cause to this behavior they can see that Trish has no recollection of. There is not a single thing she'd have said or done differently, and if her patience seems thin, it's because the network is an endless carousel of new and ignorant people and right bastards the peninsula over. That's what she believes wholeheartedly.
That being said, "petty" is not a word Maya dared to use, and Trish sits up straighter at that, frowning deep.]
I'm doing no such thing and you know it. Tone is hard to communicate across text, so I'll say it one more time: I'm perfectly calm and have been throughout all this.
[Which is true, by her estimation. She didn't smash a chair like she had the one time Kaito really got on her nerves. That was the same day she and Max had another bad argument.
This time's different, but only because the ramifications aren't as immediate as a splintered chair.
Trish scoffs at the title for good measure, continuing:]
"Prince", she says.
[The skin-changed werebear pinches her tongue between her teeth with clear disdain.]
There's nothing chivalrous about Tridentarius. For what it's worth, I had no interest in engaging her until she offered. It's less about "want" and more about showing her I'm as serious as she is.
do not spit on Nanami's coworkers!!!
And aren't princes usually really formal? So a duel makes sense for her... [ Not that this is why Ianthe's a prince! Nanami knows a little of it. But she doesn't know how much of that is known to people generally, so she holds back on details.
Anyway, that's not what's important. What's important is this: Trish is stuck in her room, alone, staring at a computer screen that can't be making her happy. Again: worrying behavior. ]
You don't seem okay now. Come outside with me. [ They go to the light switch, and flick it on. Suddenly the room isn't dark anymore - and some of the light reflects through Nanami's body, so pink light shades the walls. Nanami turns back to their friend, still worried but a bit more insistent. ]
We can go anywhere - I'll even be a bear with you!
PTOOIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nevertheless, it was her request and my choice to oblige her hasn't got anything behind it beyond what I've already stated.
[She cares not for Ianthe's ideas of formality or any attachment she has to the title of Prince. It does explain her thought process, but in Trish's estimation if she didn't want to be insulted she should be less of a bastard before begging the same of others.
But all thoughts about Ianthe scatter with the darkness when Nanami turns on the lights.
Trish yelps like Nanami stabbed her in both of her eyes, pulling her blanket over her head and glaring at the slime from beneath the shade of it. Normally, she loves to spend time with Nanami, but the insistence that she's not okay, especially in light of what was to her a normal argument, it rankles her fiercely.]
Nanami, stop it...!
I said I'm fine. Why can't you listen to what I'm telling you, instead of fretting over something you've dreamed up from a conversation that's got nothing to do with you?
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Trish doesn't want her help. Doesn't need their help, she insists. Nanami's suddenly doubting everything. Did they misread the situation? Did they not understand the emotions of everyone involved?
Clearly, if Trish is lashing out like that, because Nanami messed up so badly. Nanami's the one making trouble.
Nanami flicks the light off again, casting the room into darkness. But they stay by the light switch, in the dark corner of the room. ]
I'm sorry. I just thought... I'm sorry.
... But you would tell me if you needed something, right?...
sorry Nanami she doesnt ask for help ever bc shes stupid
The motion, even if unintentional in some ways, is still very much total and punitive in its effect.
Trish at least has the sense to consider that might have been too much, even if she's agitated still and feeling no small measure of tension. Because she is keyed up, despite her words, and the idea it bleeds through her text so utterly that multiple people are pointing it out and Nanami has come rushing to her side is...embarrassing.
That's the word she settles on. Deeply embarrassing.
She glowers at Nanami for several beats, and then her expression falls to something neutral. Enough to shut Nanami out.]
If I needed something, I wouldn't shout it on the network for everyone to see.
[lol]
I can handle myself just fine. What I need from you is to listen to me and believe when I say I'm in no distress. If you can do that, you've got nothing to apologize for.
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Or that isn't really Nanami's business, is it? In no uncertain terms, Trish tells Nanami to back off, to stop interfering, to calm down. Nanami just has to trust their friend. They can do that, right?
Right? ]
All right, Trish-san... [ Nanami's gaze drops, to the puddle of them at the end of their legs. ] I'll leave you be. Please pardon my intrusion.
[ A million other things to say float through Nanami's mind - that she hopes Trish feels better soon, that she hopes the duel goes well - but instead, the slime melts, slipping out under the door into the Palazzo hallway, leaving the room empty again. ]
puts a bow on this
Trust has so much weight behind it, but the weight is the culmination of artifices. Nanami can believe in her all they want, based on nothing, if it suited Trish. When everything is a construct and lies are carefully painted on her lips...
Because she's not fine and part of her knows that. But a bigger, more foolish part of her thinks the agitation is temporary, and that the moment will pass. Oh, but it won't. Soon, very soon, Trish will find everything that's bleeding out hasn't just blurred her edges; rather, it's made her spill out onto the floor for everyone to see, where there isn't any chance it will go ignored any longer.
Nanami is right to worry, then.
But for now, Trish watches them go, words bubbling at the back of her throat, but what can she say? Nanami listened to her. Nanami took her at her word.
This is what she wanted, isn't it? She's getting exactly what she asked for. That thought should be galvanizing, but distressingly...it isn't. It does nothing. It's just an empty feeling, as empty as the spot where Nanami once stood.
So it goes.]