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giorno "menace, pronounced like versace" giovanna ([personal profile] digiorno) wrote2016-11-06 07:46 pm

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kisha: (contemplative)

[personal profile] kisha 2017-12-16 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes, please stop.

Uncharacteristically, Hayame lets it go without comment, simply watching as he fills her glass with the red liquid, sharp sense of smell picking up on the fermented fruit it was made of, along with the hints of other flavors with a skill that a human sommelier might be jealous of, if she knew it was considered classy to comment on such.

Instead, she watches him raise his glass, and almost repeats the motion before she instead... looks to the side. The empty spot she still expected to be filled by a presence grown familiar, a voice she'd gotten used to hearing, a smile she had become accustomed to.

And there's nothing there.]


Is there not another glass... ?

[For him.]
kisha: (solemn)

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[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-13 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course. He would not know.

Hayame's gaze stays averted at first, staring at that space beside her. When had she become used to that place being occupied? When had she allowed herself to accept it, to take it for granted that there would be someone there for her, when she had lived her entire life not relying on anyone for fear of weakness?

His leaving was to her much like a death. She could not go to his world any more than he could travel to hers, in the end... and it does not occur to her that she could ever see him again. A parting with no corpse to burn, no head to chant sutras over, no grave to lay offerings in front of.

He was just gone.

And now she sits here with this man, holding this "wine", and he looks at her like that. But of course he couldn't have known, like it seems none of them could.]


... it would not reach him anyway.

[Again, perhaps uncharacteristically, she simply lets it go, lacking the fire in her to even demand he return to the castle and bring back a glass for Ninurrta. Lacking in many ways, since he left.]

I accept your libation.

[And she raises the glass, takes a sip-]
kisha: (vomit)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-13 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[And only barely manages to not spit it out all over herself, swallowing as quickly as she can to combat her shock at the utterly foreign flavor.]
kisha: (silenced)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-14 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Hayame is tempted just to bolt for a moment in shame for how rude such a thing was, swallowing again for good measure to prevent the urge to open her mouth and smack her lips. But she doesn't, even though her knees locked up.

The aftertaste was...]


How am I to know such a thing as what foreign liquors I like?

[But she keeps... drinking it... just with much, much smaller sips, determined not to make it clear how weird a taste she finds it to have when it was something offered to her.]

It isn't about "liking" anyway.
kisha: (listening)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-14 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Keep it down she does. It isn't so terrible in smaller quantities, and really the taste wasn't the problem so much as the unfamiliarity- that and it just not tasting like she had imagined it was having been a bit shocking. As is, she doesn't reply at first, staring off vaguely to the side again without quite realizing she was doing it.

Just like aboard the Asterion prison... a certain sharpness was beginning to show on her withers and shoulders, evidence of her kind's quick tendency to drop weight after even just a few days of less than ideal eating. She hasn't really left her stall much. Hadn't found much reason to... until Giorno had extended his invitation.]


It is about hospitality.

[Is what she says. But her happiest, most at ease time since joining ALASTAIR had been near here, beneath the trees, pleasantly drunk on Asgardian mead to the point that she could let herself forget, let herself feel simple joys in company and pride in her newfound status as a warrior pledged to a Prince such as she had found.

But this time... she worries even with similar conditions... that things have changed too much to recreate that one, beautiful day.]
kisha: (journey)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-14 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
There is little point to learning.

[For half a second, Hayame almost smiles. Not a true expression of contentment or joy, but a bitter, twisted thing. A mockery of her pitiful situation and what had led to it. Already that day is not this one, and she feels a fool for even hoping it would be, could be. Though she had reluctantly acknowledged Giorno only because Ninurrta had, he still had not earned her vulnerability, and still she remains standing. He had seen her vulnerable, stumbling like a newborn filly in the hay, but that-]

It seems I am the only one who prescribes to them.

[But that was the root of it all, wasn't it? Even her lord's manners were different... but they'd been similar enough. Now... she has wine, and only awkward, unsuited words. Not because she necessarily was trying to intentionally be vague, but because in her own world.., she had never had a voice able to do anything but serve.

And now she is expected to use words for herself.]
Edited 2018-01-14 06:17 (UTC)
kisha: (serious)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-14 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[That draws her gaze.

She wants to laugh, but for now, the stiff mask of politeness, seriousness, stays on her face. But Hayame had been raised by humans, not her own kind, and while they had beat into her the lessons of human etiquette and made her school her human half to their expectation... her equine half slightly betrays her, one back hoof stamping in the grass.

Who wanted to be alone? Who relished in being an oddity, as the only one representing everything "Normal" in a world of the insane? Who wanted to be alone?]


Who says I require help?

[And who would answer a question like that, when to do so would so blatantly admit to weakness? To how much she longs to see another of her kind, to see the few she had grown to trust before it had all been ripped away?]
kisha: (advising)

[personal profile] kisha 2018-01-14 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[No one, he says, but she heard what she expected to hear in his last question, and for a moment, it seems like she might dig her hooves in and make something of it.

Until she forces herself to drink more of the strange tasting wine.

She doesn't reply until she's sip-drank half of it, struggling to find the words to reply, to even decide what she thought of the words that had come out of his mouth. What was he saying? That he wished to... get along with her?]


Ninurrta is gone.

[Is what she says over the rim of her glass, waiting for his response to that reminder.

Wanting to know why he would wish to still have anything to do with her, now that that single tie that had connected them was gone.]