I'm a servant, Beau. This is just kind of what I do in my nature. Besides, I told you before, didn't I? You're a decent person. I wouldn't just leave you behind if I could help it.
No. It's not. [ ... she considers leaving it there, and then just sighs. ] I'm from a rich family. We're not nobles, necessarily, but we rub shoulders with them constantly.
We make wine. Lionett wine. It's the best in Wildemount.
Success, mostly. We own the land that grows the specific type of grapes you need to make our wine. They don't grow anywhere else. My dad made some deal to get it a long time ago.
[ she doesn't know the specifics of that deal from her current canon point but wow is it a doozy. ]
I hated it and I haven't been in the middle of it for a few years now, so. Maybe that's why I don't feel like a rich kid.
Definitely. I'm a Nie, now. I can leave that other shit behind. Not like they wanted me to keep it anyway. [ she presses her hand to her stomach again as she walks. ]
Not the good kind of family drama, then. [Is that what Ogata had meant, then...?
He sees her slowly starting to buckle again, but he'll just keep an eye on her.]
You seem happier this way. Sometimes I think shedding that title is a way to really see what a person can become. Doesn't mean you have to forget it, but you don't need it to define you.
[ she wrinkles her nose a bit at that first part but doesn't say anything. ]
I was enjoying myself. I'm not that fucking terrible with girls. [ she just doesn't have self esteem, oops ] There's just a difference between sleeping with them and dating them.
It's not that. [ she mutters, but she's distracted. she's breathing kind of harshly, or at least - a little more than usual. she's got a permanent grimace now. her shoulder is throbbing, her head hurts.
This is fucking stupid. [ she's already tired of being injured. she's used to pushing what she can do, but she's had two clerics at her back for a while now and not having that here... well. ]
Just gimme a second. [ and she just. sits down. right where she's at, she sits in the middle of the road. ]
His hands flex tightly at his sides, mentally steeling himself from all the kneejerk reactions he knows by heart, like a child approaching a spider unsure of whether it will move or not, heart pounding in his throat. But he knows, he KNOWS he has to do something.
The rush of adrenaline makes his head run cold, quiet and expression locked as he stiffly breaks the space between them to kneel next to her and hook her against his arms, his voice hoarse.]
...Sorry.
[That's all she's getting before he's lifting her up and immediately continuing down the path with Beau in a princess carry.]
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It's okay, I just... don't get why you'd be willing to make yourself uncomfortable in order to help me out.
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[There's a laugh, though it's tired.]
I'm a servant, Beau. This is just kind of what I do in my nature. Besides, I told you before, didn't I? You're a decent person. I wouldn't just leave you behind if I could help it.
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A servant, huh. I thought you were a noble.
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Interesting guess. What makes you say that?
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Asch said something to you about a House Gardios needing an heir during trial. [ sniff. ] But you don't really act like one, I guess.
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You're sharp.
Both are right. I've been a servant most of my life, and my current situation leaves me doing pretty much the same thing most of the time.
But Asch is right. I'm under vassalge to His Majesty Emperor Peony the Ninth, as the current heir of the house of Count Gardios.
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You under vassalage willingly or unwillingly?
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Willingly.
You ask that like you're familiar with how it works. Not you first run-in with the noble crowd? [Is that fancy name not just for show after all?]
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No. It's not. [ ... she considers leaving it there, and then just sighs. ] I'm from a rich family. We're not nobles, necessarily, but we rub shoulders with them constantly.
We make wine. Lionett wine. It's the best in Wildemount.
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Didn't take you as one for that kind of lifestyle, either. [There's a joking tone to it, light and slightly empathetic.]
Did your family exclusively sell to the upper class, or was that just something that came on from success?
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Success, mostly. We own the land that grows the specific type of grapes you need to make our wine. They don't grow anywhere else. My dad made some deal to get it a long time ago.
[ she doesn't know the specifics of that deal from her current canon point but wow is it a doozy. ]
I hated it and I haven't been in the middle of it for a few years now, so. Maybe that's why I don't feel like a rich kid.
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[says the one who doesn't have Gardios anywhere on his bus pass, but eh.]
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Definitely. I'm a Nie, now. I can leave that other shit behind. Not like they wanted me to keep it anyway. [ she presses her hand to her stomach again as she walks. ]
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He sees her slowly starting to buckle again, but he'll just keep an eye on her.]
You seem happier this way. Sometimes I think shedding that title is a way to really see what a person can become. Doesn't mean you have to forget it, but you don't need it to define you.
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she glances at him, vaguely amused. ]
I am happier this way. Yeah. I made my own name. My own family. I haven't needed the Lionetts in years.
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Ooooother than maybe working on that confidence with the ladies a little more. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself tonight.
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I was enjoying myself. I'm not that fucking terrible with girls. [ she just doesn't have self esteem, oops ] There's just a difference between sleeping with them and dating them.
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Anything wrong with just being yourself around someone else that you like?
I mean... it sounds like you already have had a fight to get to where you are. Shouldn't you be proud of it?
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I am myself, constantly, without apologizing for it, and that's the fucking problem, most of the time.
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[...YYyyep, noticing that drop in speed, though, especially when he starts to outpace her. He'll halt where he is, brow furrowing.]
...Easy, easy. [this was a BAD IDEA.]
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deep, steadying breath. ]
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His voice falls firm, even though it's quiet.]
Beau, hey, stop. Stop for a second. We aren't going any further like this.
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This is fucking stupid. [ she's already tired of being injured. she's used to pushing what she can do, but she's had two clerics at her back for a while now and not having that here... well. ]
Just gimme a second. [ and she just. sits down. right where she's at, she sits in the middle of the road. ]
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act now, Guy, or regret it
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His hands flex tightly at his sides, mentally steeling himself from all the kneejerk reactions he knows by heart, like a child approaching a spider unsure of whether it will move or not, heart pounding in his throat. But he knows, he KNOWS he has to do something.
The rush of adrenaline makes his head run cold, quiet and expression locked as he stiffly breaks the space between them to kneel next to her and hook her against his arms, his voice hoarse.]
...Sorry.
[That's all she's getting before he's lifting her up and immediately continuing down the path with Beau in a princess carry.]
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Don't - don't apologize to me. [ beau hisses, completely still. ] Put me down, don't fucking torture yourself.
[ at least she's trying to not touch him as much as possible? ]
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