[ He surely will not notice any mistakes; he cannot look at the back of his head and moreover, by tomorrow his hair will have grown again and filled in any gaps. And deeply annoyed him, to boot. ]
I feel some violent urges, but only briefly.
The sexual ones are much stronger.
[ A more delicate man might have put that a different way or introduced a more polite metaphor to get his point across. Estinien is not a delicate man. ]
I was unable to control myself when three moons were in the sky.
[ From the tightness in his tone, the memory of losing all sense is not a pleasant one, for all that the experience it heralded had not been...the worst. Far from it.
But the lack of control sticks in his throat like bile. ]
[Those blunt words are enough to briefly still her hands. His point, it has definitely been made. Here she had already resolved for herself that Estinien would never, or at least, would desperately avoid such a thing here if he could, and now...
...there are things left unsaid about how he spent that evening. And she is not sure that she wishes to pry into that. Carefully, no small amount avoidantly, she resumes cutting.]
You... weren't harmed, were you? And no one else was...?
[Dakki would like to consider herself a straightforward person, but she cannot bring herself to be any more blunt than that. The idea of having to subdue a violent Estinien, that was not so bad. Not all that unfamiliar a task. But to ponder him at his most aggressive, gripped by some sort of unshakable lust that he has turned towards her...
No. No, put that out of mind. That is too much to think on. She has a task to finish. She gives a quick breath in, then lets it out slowly, as though trying to expel the anxiety and discomfort and vague flush of heat that the concept had brought.]
[ A great irony, that. A wound would have given him something more comprehensible than the remainders of want and wanting; they drift in and out of his memory and his dreams, teasing him, and there are times when he does not know if it is the moon's doing or his own undiscovered nature. ]
Nor were they.
[ Implying he found a partner during that time. ] But I do not know what will happen the next time, how strong the drive will be or what position I will be in during that time.
[ His tone turns wry. ]
At my most bestial, I seem cursed to always possess the fish tail.
It at least restrains me. [ One can't go roving about the city like an animal when confined to a body of water. ]
[He wasn't harmed. No one else was. And although she is boggling at just who this someone else might possibly be, she can only boggle so much. The strangest visual image is trying and failing to form in her head. So there's him, and someone else, but he's a fish on the bottom, and...
No, she's not going to ask for details. Details will not improve this. She is quite nearly done cutting his hair, and that's what needs to matter right now.]
If that's the case, then, I can just check in, drop you in the bathtub, and leave you?
[There, a joke! Something to make light of the strange and dark situation. Another snip here, a few more there.... and then she pulls the clips from Estinien's hair and sets them aside. A moment later, she's working her fingers gently through his hair to shake it loose and let it settle naturally. Which seems to be what he usually does with it.]
He tries to imagine being trapped and just as desperate as he had been when Cehd'ra had found him. Would the need grow as the bells passed? Would he lose all sense? It might be wise to merely...satisfy the drive and be done with it. The alternative was a loss of control even he could not fathom.
Tellingly, he doesn't actually respond to her joke. ...he may also be slightly humorous as a person.
However, her fingers draw his attention - gooseflesh rises on his neck - and he gives a small shake of his head. ]
[He didn't dismiss the idea. That means it remains one of the possible plans for dealing with a angry, fishy Estinien come a bad turn of the moons. Though the other plans are 'cast Sleep on him and then jump out the window' and 'allow him to subject you to his urges' and... so really, the first plan seems like the best one.]
It's not too bad, I think.
[With that said, she watches him go... but also watches him from the corner of her eye for any reaction to how his hair looks. She'll put away her equipment and then go looking for a broom, but all the while she's keeping an ear and an eye on him.
It's definitely shorter. A little shorter than he normally keeps it, and the cut is fairly blunt in places, but it's mostly even. It would look fine enough tied back, surely.]
I don't doubt it is far better than what I attempted before.
[ And he finds, once he moves to the only mirror in his apartment, that his assumption is correct: he looks much, much better than he did earlier. She replicated his usual hairstyle to a decent degree and now he can turn his head and stand much more easily than before.
He brushes his shirt off one last time, then returns. ]
I'm satisfied.
Thank you, Dakki.
[ Estinien isn't a man that often thanks, but credit where credit is due. ]
[He'll return to find that she has almost finished sweeping the floor. She looks up from her task expectantly, eager to hear his thoughts... and oh. He's grateful. It was good!]
You're very welcome!
[Her face just lights up. He's happy! She's done her job well! There are few things more gratifying than that.]
You look very good!
[Because... he does. Much more himself, even if he's still a little scaley and such. In her delight, she can't quite keep herself from saying as much.]
[He absolutely should take her word for it. His looks are very good, especially when you can see more of them than just his mouth and chin.
Dakki is a little surprised at his continued insistence on compensating her for all of this. Is there something that she wants? Not really, nothing material. Just his friendship is reward enough, just his ongoing presence in her life here... and she can't very well say that out loud, can she? It sounds ridiculous and needy.]
I'm fine! But if you're insisting... treat me to another one of those fizzy drinks, sometime?
[There. That's small, and reasonable, and also those drinks were very nice. She'd like to try some other flavors.]
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I feel some violent urges, but only briefly.
The sexual ones are much stronger.
[ A more delicate man might have put that a different way or introduced a more polite metaphor to get his point across. Estinien is not a delicate man. ]
I was unable to control myself when three moons were in the sky.
[ From the tightness in his tone, the memory of losing all sense is not a pleasant one, for all that the experience it heralded had not been...the worst. Far from it.
But the lack of control sticks in his throat like bile. ]
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...there are things left unsaid about how he spent that evening. And she is not sure that she wishes to pry into that. Carefully, no small amount avoidantly, she resumes cutting.]
You... weren't harmed, were you? And no one else was...?
[Dakki would like to consider herself a straightforward person, but she cannot bring herself to be any more blunt than that. The idea of having to subdue a violent Estinien, that was not so bad. Not all that unfamiliar a task. But to ponder him at his most aggressive, gripped by some sort of unshakable lust that he has turned towards her...
No. No, put that out of mind. That is too much to think on. She has a task to finish. She gives a quick breath in, then lets it out slowly, as though trying to expel the anxiety and discomfort and vague flush of heat that the concept had brought.]
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[ A great irony, that. A wound would have given him something more comprehensible than the remainders of want and wanting; they drift in and out of his memory and his dreams, teasing him, and there are times when he does not know if it is the moon's doing or his own undiscovered nature. ]
Nor were they.
[ Implying he found a partner during that time. ] But I do not know what will happen the next time, how strong the drive will be or what position I will be in during that time.
[ His tone turns wry. ]
At my most bestial, I seem cursed to always possess the fish tail.
It at least restrains me. [ One can't go roving about the city like an animal when confined to a body of water. ]
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[He wasn't harmed. No one else was. And although she is boggling at just who this someone else might possibly be, she can only boggle so much. The strangest visual image is trying and failing to form in her head. So there's him, and someone else, but he's a fish on the bottom, and...
No, she's not going to ask for details. Details will not improve this. She is quite nearly done cutting his hair, and that's what needs to matter right now.]
If that's the case, then, I can just check in, drop you in the bathtub, and leave you?
[There, a joke! Something to make light of the strange and dark situation.
Another snip here, a few more there.... and then she pulls the clips from Estinien's hair and sets them aside. A moment later, she's working her fingers gently through his hair to shake it loose and let it settle naturally. Which seems to be what he usually does with it.]
And... I think that's it. I can get a mirror...?
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He tries to imagine being trapped and just as desperate as he had been when Cehd'ra had found him. Would the need grow as the bells passed? Would he lose all sense? It might be wise to merely...satisfy the drive and be done with it. The alternative was a loss of control even he could not fathom.
Tellingly, he doesn't actually respond to her joke. ...he may also be slightly humorous as a person.
However, her fingers draw his attention - gooseflesh rises on his neck - and he gives a small shake of his head. ]
The only mirror I have is in the bathroom.
I will check.
[ And so he stands, brushing off his shoulders. ]
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It's not too bad, I think.
[With that said, she watches him go... but also watches him from the corner of her eye for any reaction to how his hair looks. She'll put away her equipment and then go looking for a broom, but all the while she's keeping an ear and an eye on him.
It's definitely shorter. A little shorter than he normally keeps it, and the cut is fairly blunt in places, but it's mostly even. It would look fine enough tied back, surely.]
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[ And he finds, once he moves to the only mirror in his apartment, that his assumption is correct: he looks much, much better than he did earlier. She replicated his usual hairstyle to a decent degree and now he can turn his head and stand much more easily than before.
He brushes his shirt off one last time, then returns. ]
I'm satisfied.
Thank you, Dakki.
[ Estinien isn't a man that often thanks, but credit where credit is due. ]
those sparkles tho
You're very welcome!
[Her face just lights up. He's happy! She's done her job well! There are few things more gratifying than that.]
You look very good!
[Because... he does. Much more himself, even if he's still a little scaley and such. In her delight, she can't quite keep herself from saying as much.]
we otome game now
He has never been terribly mindful of how good he looks; he will take her word for it. ]
I know you did not ask for it, but I'm willing to provide compensation for your efforts on my behalf.
Is there anything you want?
oh no how did we get on this route
Dakki is a little surprised at his continued insistence on compensating her for all of this. Is there something that she wants? Not really, nothing material. Just his friendship is reward enough, just his ongoing presence in her life here... and she can't very well say that out loud, can she? It sounds ridiculous and needy.]
I'm fine! But if you're insisting... treat me to another one of those fizzy drinks, sometime?
[There. That's small, and reasonable, and also those drinks were very nice. She'd like to try some other flavors.]
it's because dakki's cute :3c
like Batmanprevents him from being blinded by ash and smoke and dragonfire.He gives a short nod. ]
Very well.
Another round of drinks, at a time of your choosing.
[ It is not as though their lives here are particularly busy. ]
Shall we fade out?
Sometime after the moons aren't full, maybe?
[Because it will be easier for both of them to enjoy the experience if they're not scaley and feathery
and thirsty.With her proposal made, she bends over to finish sweeping up the last of the clipped hair. Now, where to throw this out...?]