paradisa | EIGHTH SHOT

Not particularly. Eat, drink and spend time with my partner, I guess.

"Partner"?

Yeah, partner. My right-hand man, my companion. You know?

Well enough.

[ Unmarried. But bragging about her affair expecting no consequence... Fuck the future so much. ]

Has he a gift ready for you?

Beats me. We don't usually do gifts.

For birthdays alone, that seems fit enough for me. I will send you drink to share with your sweetheart, then. What do you favor?

How about something from your time? Or just surprise me. I'll try anything.

And I wouldn't use the word "sweetheart." "Partner" is just fine.

If you so insist.

[ Since no Tudor gift is 'small' even if the occasion is, Tess's room will receive large casks of both English ale and French wine (celebration from day to night!), as vintage as wished. So that the alcohol doesn't feel lonely, there will be meat pies (swan, if anyone wants to know) and small lemon tarts on plates made of sugar. Don't forget to eat them when you're through! ]

[Whoa, whoa, whoa, this public conversation is going in directions that make Joel ten levels of paranoid. He'll be closing Tess' journal right about now, ending this for safety concerns.

Sorry about the lack of gratitude and the abrupt confusion, Anne.]

[ Rude. ]

[And Tess will be retroactively filtering all of this. Whoops, overstepped her partner's comfort zone :'| SCOLDED.

She'll send a small thank-you note later.]

[ Well in this case she might agree with Joel, because she is also a paranoid lady! BUT STILL.

Well okay. ]

Appreciate the food, but do you mind filtering some of this stuff? All of it, on second thought.

[Manners come later, if at all.]

It, uh. It looks good though. Really.

...Really.

[ Does she MIND who the fuck are you. No she can add two plus two but sadly him coming out of nowhere and Tess being gone makes it very...familiar. She doesn't see this as 'equal partner rights' but more like 'the man taking over'.

And she sighs. ]

The gifts were not for you, but for her to share. Her pleasure was what I sought. I would have the name of the man who takes her gratitude for his own and offers this request.

[He's confused. Tess is trying to explain it to him as we speak, but still confused.]

Okay, well, I won't touch 'em if you filter your end of this conversation.

[When in doubt, strike a deal?]

I would not ban you from what is now hers, which I deem it. I hold no issue with putting a filter to our conversation, but would hear the voice of my lady again one moment longer, lest I become weak with heartache.

And your name. I called for your name. [ Resists the urge to call him a fool, resists so hard. ]

[O...kay, from his point of view it sounds like if she gets to talk to Tess one more time, she'll oblige. Maybe. He's not entirely sure what the hell is going on, all he knows is that these journal entries have gotta go before the whole castle sees 'em.]

It's Joel.

[And then he closes his own journal and hands the reins of this mess back over to Tess. Wouldn't want you to become weak with heartache, lady.]

[ FUCKING RUDE ENTRANCE AND EXIT. Joel, your name may be sacred but she spits on it. ]

[This is confusing as hell. Tess takes her journal back from Joel.]

Sorry, Anne, talking about us just got him upset, that's all.

I was most alarmed and insulted, but first and foremost worried for your health! What has occurred? Are you well?

Huh. [Her health...?] I'm fine. Don't worry about it, we just don't talk publicly about our relationship. Most people just accept it as-is but you turned "partner" into "sweetheart" and that made him nervous.

[Moving right along:]

But I really appreciate the gift. It's wonderful.

[ Never know when a man is gonna beat a woman, after all... ]

I know not how you mean to say the difference, but I would not speak against you keeping such things to whispers. In which case send him my most grievous apologies, and consider the exchange to never have been.

[ AKA filtered. Freaks. ]

Now I wish for you to think not of thanks, but of revelry, for this day only.

Edited 2013-10-08 03:04 (UTC)

Will do. Thanks, and I'll keep revelry in mind.

[Closes journal again to speak to Joel.]

EIGHTH SHOT

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i laughed so hard

as her soul shrivels up even more weh weh

poor anne

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Anne

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??????? this is all so very filtered btw

??????? yes of course!

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