reminding them of who they were:
xanthe: i think a real nasty rejection would start bringing some real carlocht-y feelings back. it'd have to be really mean - xanthe gets rejected all the time, just speaking realistically. they come on to people a lot, and sometimes someone just isnt in the mood. and that's fine! xanthe just smiles and nods and flounces off to do the laundry and maybe squirt themself silly in the basement. it's okay! but if someone were to look at xanthe and tell them they're disgusting, shove them to the floor and kick them in the ribs, say they weren't aware this inn was run by such a little harlot - that would start making a few things come back. you'd think it would be anger, from carlocht, but it's not - it's the giant pit of pain, the hole that's sat inside carlocht's heart for so long it's spread its rot to every other part of them. the pretty lace curtain is ripped back, and underneath is a wound that will never stop bleeding.
xanthe will take one look at it and run, beg whoever's kind to them, sobbing, please just do something with me, help me, fuck me until i forget, please just hold me. they'll do anything to forget again.
by next morning, they'll have a little trouble walking, but that's okay. they have a feeling something really horrible just went away. well, it's best not to dwell on it, right? it's another lovely day at the inn ~
yarrow: war stories. any reminder of war, higher plans, higher powers. they hear a pair of housekeepers discussing the war outside these walls - that outcast to the throne raised an army and they're about to seize the capital, they're using some terrible power to destroy any force brought against them. thank goodness it hasn't come here yet. yarrow would suddenly just radiate a quiet fury, grumbling about what fools they all are at the top, their drunk fools that call themselves tacticians hardly pay attention to the people they lose or the cities they allow to be trampled, this war is already over if their current king is the one behind the effort. it's an attitude no one's ever seen from yarrow before. they've always been carefree, and flighty, and it's an open secret that they're the easiest fuck in the garden, how quickly and happily they'll admit they're horny and ask to pleeeease bounce on your thigh. it's a total 180 - no one would expect yarrow to even know a word longer than five letters.
then a butterfly flutters by, and yarrow gets distracted, and it's right back to normal. it's like nothing happened at all. they put a leaf in their mouth. yarrow put that back. yarrow. YARROW
must've been your imagination, right?
zil later bc im at work
