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“  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ” - @mageiisms for James

Enemies to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, and Everything in Between // Accepting!

He wasn't used to needing help.  Usually, whenever something happened with his prosthetics, it would be discovered in routine checkups, or he would deal with it himself.  James Ironwood was very good at making sure that his whole body was in good, working order, that he was in tip-top shape, so that he could continue leading Atlas the best he could.

So when he'd discovered an issue he couldn't deal with his on his own, he'd had to consider asking for help.  Before he could, though, Salem had shown up.  It was clear that she hadn't been sleeping very well recently, and he tried to ask about what had happened, if there was some way that he could help.

She'd been able to see that HE had needed help by the way he was holding himself, and interrupted him before he could finish his (admittedly hypocritical) interrogation.  He blinked at her words, and then inclined his head, a soft, almost sheepish smile on his face.

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"She is..." A headache. Those words don't leave Winter's lips, though they immediately come to her mind. They are sharper, more unkind than she intends them to be. While spending time with the woman did often result in a headache for her, it wasn't entirely the others fault. Oftentimes, they simply broached topics that Winter was not ready to hear, or went beyond what she was willing to understand. "...She is complex. Difficult to understand, at times, but... there is a knowledge in her that one would do good to listen to. And she is kind, when the situation calls for kindness. Harsh when necessary."

What else could one expect from someone who was practically a god?

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“Oh, that's...”

How honest does he have to be here exactly? Can he keep playing idly with a pen and pretend to have zoned out and forgot the question?

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Finding out that Salem can just see emotions like on x-ray was pretty terrifying experience for him. He is pretty stoic, but he hides most of his emotions due to his public position and knowing that she just sees right through him? Scary.

Days off were not something Salem got… at least, not usually. Rest was foreign to her after so many years, so when given the opportunity for a few days away from the majority of civilization with a friend, she was quick to jump at the chance, even if it meant braving the cold of Solitas to get there.

She let out a chuckle as he mentioned eternity, a mug of hot coffee in either hand as she handed one to him. “Oh, the cold hasn’t changed. Just the technology and how to deal with it.” She shrugged. She was bundled up a little more tightly than he was; she’d worn a full winter coat, long fleece-lined leggings, knee-high winter boots, gloves, a scarf, and a knitted cap for the travel out. She wanted to use as little magic as possible to brave the cold, after all. Now that they were indoors she’d opted for a long sweater-dress that hung loosely and comfortably about her figure.

“Of course, your definition of peace and quiet may differ from mine. Some experience it in a quiet library-like setting… others simply wish to get away, and pretend other people don’t exist for a few days.” For her, it was the latter. Too many people for extended periods was exhausting. Somewhere like this, she got to experience other life that made its mark on her senses, rather than being drowned out.

“And don’t forget who built that frozen city you cal home, James,” she teased back, taking a sip of her own drink: tea, unlike his. “Of course, before that, you were lucky to have four walls and a wood fireplace, never mind complex heating and ventilation systems.”

"Thank you," he accepts the mug with a smile and goes back to staring outside the window. "Some of the strategies we use, are as old as the kingdom itself, merely partially automatized since the industrialization. You should really try local sweaters and socks," he smirks, glancing at her. "They're much warmer than they seem."

She probably knows about traditional sweaters all across Solitas, made of wool combed with fire dust combs, leaving particles in the threads. Either she didn't try them or still was too cold without an aura. Anyhow, he just enjoyed poking at her.

“  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ” - @mageiisms for Tai

Enemies to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, and Everything in Between // Accepting!

"You're one of the LAST people to see my DAUGHTERS; OF COURSE I'm going to question you!" Tai practically growled, his hands clenched into fists, held tightly at his sides.  He could feel his nails digging into his palms, but right now, he didn't care; he just needed to know what the hell had happened.  Those girls were practically all he had left in this world, and if something had happened to them......, he didn't know what he'd do.

She said that she could do something, but he honestly didn't know WHAT she could do, at this point.  From what he'd been told, Ruby and Yang were just......GONE.  Tai wasn't ready to deal with that, yet; it was MUCH easier to simply be ANGRY.  And he was FURIOUS; Salem had told him she'd look out for his girls, and here she was, telling them that they were GONE.