once more into the crowd

Went to meet someone I assumed cared about me and got jumped by him and his friend. So technically, I didn’t really do anything wrong.

[converted to pm]

Might need a few stitches…

... What did you do?

Never Again...

Are you alright, Jeremy?

Eh, we’ll see. Yes, that would be lovely, actually. My knife isn’t working too well. 

Not kidding! Do you know the last time I cried? Twenty years, Rilas! Don't ever do that to me again! I'll bring it over. Just don't bludgeon anyone, I hate cleaning blood out of the wood.

Flattered.

Don't you ever scare me like that again, Rilas. Do you need anything? Perhaps a baseball bat, to ward off hoverers? 

Come on, Maethel. Do you even know me?

A bit too well, I'd wager. I really should have known better. Perhaps my overwhelming concern blinded me.

Boo hoo.

I'll shoot you myself in a minute! Though, I'm not sure if I should have expected any better. 

Fussy, fussy, fussy.

That might be because we are concerned about you. Funny how that works, people caring when someone has been almost mortally injured!

"And I would sooner die than see all of us launched into a war because I was walking home alone!" His voice was harsh and angry, he knew, "And what happens when Rilas gets hurt, or Santiel gets caught in the wrong place, huh? I just got Lia back, and I am sure as hell not going to put her in any more danger than she’s in now that we’re vaguely public. Morhir would be on top of their list as our physician, and what happens to Tauriel when he he’s hurt? You think she’ll stop even if my father orders it? No, Maethel, we will not become the animals they want," though his voice was quiet so Lia wouldn’t hear, it was still just as harsh and passionate, more so when their native tongue came in. He pushed aside the dizziness that was clouding him, needing to be present.

She let out a sharp hiss at the roughness of his voice, clear through the fluid Sindarin tongue. It took every ounce of self control she contained not to recoil from the harsh anger exhibited by the young prince; habit dictated that she should be apologising for angering him, that she should be begging his forgiveness for speaking above her station, but she quashed the urge and instead levelled an equally angry, and passionate, gaze. "We are all capable of taking care of ourselves," she hissed back, swapping fluidly between English and Sindarin without a second thought. The quiet rustling in the other room told her that someone else was here, and she would bet every penny she had that it was Lia. (Christ, that girl appeared everywhere, even though Maethel herself barely had any contact with her.) "I never suggested we become what they want us to, Legolas." Her voice was just as sharp as his, but more soft, less authoritative. 

Rion let out a choked noise, because honestly he couldn’t believe any of what he was hearing. He couldn’t do this anymore, or he was going to explode. And not in an angry way, no, in a rather pathetic and emotional way. He had actually had the worst day from hell and now here she was… shoving all of these lies down his throat and he just couldn’t take it. He couldn’t handle this anymore. He scoffed and shook his head, unable to understand why she was being like this. “Are you kidding me? I’m the heartless one, Mae? I’m the horrible one? Do you even hear yourself, Maethel? Do you honestly? Because I don’t think that I’m the heartless or robotic one here, I’m not the one who doesn’t react.” What did she want from him? For him to hit her? Well god, that wouldn’t happen. He wasn’t that type of guy. He wasn’t going to hit a woman, god… That was so deeply against his moral system.

"Stop walking away from me!" The shrill edge to her tone was almost piercing. His words barely registered with her, the irritation bubbling under her skin so fierce that all she could hear was the pounding of blood in her ears. Her cheeks heated up as he threw her words back at her, and her vicious rage intensified at his implication that she was the heartless one, that she was robotic. "Fuck you, Eldirion. You know nothing about me, stop pushing your own faults onto me." She almost snorted as he reached for the door, and she wrenched him around, glaring at him. "It's locked, you absolute fool. God, you can't do anything right, can you?" She sneered at him and moved towards the door, miscalculating slightly and stumbling. She let out a small squeak and regained her balance by grabbing at the nearest thing to her, Rion.

Not gunna happen~

You'll always be a snotty little 14 year old in my mind, sweetheart.