A low rumble of acknowledgment before Vlast falls into one of his pensive silences, turning Benedict's words over in his head, inspecting them. Maybe he can infer some hidden detail, but probably not.
"It was, as you say, a mistake, was it not? Or are you believed to have acted maliciously?"
With a fretful sip from his wine, Benedict watches him.
"I don't know," he admits, hunching his shoulders, "it hasn't come up again." YET. "I..."
He's silent a moment as he chews his words, "...I think I want to apologize. But I'm not sure how, especially if she doesn't even know it happened."
It's amazing that he still runs into these situations: a 28 year old with the emotional intelligence of a young teenager, still scrambling to catch up with his peers despite all the scrambling he's already done. He knows it's not a good look, works as hard as he can. At least, of all people, Vlast maybe understands.
"I'm not very good at them," he adds uncomfortably, "apologies."
It's a while before Vlast speaks again, though he at least uses the time to sample some of his own wine.
"Everyone falters," he finally says. "Such is inevitable. Whether one can admit their failures or not is what shows how trustworthy they are."
A platter of breads, cheeses, meats and other accoutrements both sweet and savoury are set down in front of them. Vlast nudges it closer to Benedict because the young human really does look like he needs to eat more.
"How much do you think this blunder will set back Riftwatch...?"
For his part, Benedict doesn't even notice the charcuterie being nudged toward him: he takes some selections and begins to eat unthinkingly, considering the question.
"Maybe," he admits, to the first bit, after he's had some time to chew and swallow. "I-- no, it's not about Riftwatch, really. Just one person." Another bite.
"I'm afraid," spoken hesitantly, "if she's angry. If I've-- I've really fucked it up. It won't affect the organization, it won't set us back, I'll just. Miss her."
Benedict furrows his brow as he chews on a pastry. It's a fair point. But,
"Couldn't she say the same of me?" He frowns-- it doesn't seem right, that Abby would react that way, but the theatre of the mind is an incredible thing.
If there is a single person in Riftwatch who has been unaffected by the conflict, he'd be shocked.
"You speak of her trust in you," he says, "but it seems you have little of your own to spare her. Already you have reached the conclusion that she will end things over, as you said, a mistake. How much harm have you actually caused? To me, the scope seems quite small."
Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Benedict is unexpectedly offended by the assessment. First of all, how dare you--
"--I-- well recently--," he stammers, ultimately shutting himself up by drinking from his wine again. "...it can be hard to tell," he concludes with a frown. Perhaps the scope is small. Perhaps he's blowing it up out of nothing, focusing, as always, on himself and his own significance. He scowls at the table.
Vlast's pale yellow eyes remain fixed on Benedict.
"Your only path forward is to speak with her and confront the matter directly," he says. "Then you will be able to tell. However it goes, at least worry will no longer eat you from the inside."
There's a thoughtful frown as Vlast tries to find a logical reason for Benedict to be so afraid of his friend.
"Is she particularly territorial...? I can subdue her first if need be."
Feeling Vlast's eyes on him, Benedict glances up to meet them, but not for long-- it makes him uneasy, but a strange warmth blossoms in him as well, not unlike how he used to feel when Gabranth got stern with him. It's oddly pleasant, comforting in an undignified way, and he finds himself blushing slightly.
How he misses Gabranth. But Vlast is here, and his eyes are so eerie and intriguing, and--
"--what?" The question snaps him out of it, and he almost laughs outright. "No-- no, don't do that."
It's Vlast's turn to look away with a huffy little exhale.
He's not really sure why that expression on Benedict's face has him so flustered. He is Vlast! The first scion of Glaust! The grandchild of Kralkatorrik! He was in line to inherit the role of an Elder Dragon! Nothing should make him feel flustered like some sort of giddy little hatchling! He's beyond such things!
"Have it your way. If she bites you, you can't say I didn't offer."
Between the unusual tension of the situation and Vlast’s specific warning, something breaks. Benedict erupts into laughter comprised half of genuine hilarity at the mental image of Abby biting him, and half Something Else.
Vlast stares in utter bewilderment at the outburst of laughter (to say nothing of the other tables, startled by the noise).
It's hard for him to tell if what he said was, unintentionally, quite funny or if the stress Benedict has been putting himself under has driven him a little mad.
"Ridiculous," he scoffs, grumbling under his breath as he takes a draught of wine.
But as his lips touch the rim of his glass, there is the faintest hint of a smile - almost as though he's pleased with himself for getting Benedict to laugh again.
It is a double-edged sword for Benedict that Vlast's very limited experience with interpersonal relationships leaves him rather oblivious to the implications.
On one hand, what Abby biting Clarisse means has flown right over his head. On the other, it's going to take a lot of work to get the rifter qunari to recognize the obvious for what it is.
"...Ah. They're quarreling. Is it over food? Territory? ...No, forget I asked."
He shakes his head. Not his circus, not his monkeys.
"Stop fretting. I already said I won't get involved."
Normally this would be the perfect opportunity to let the subject go, but one might say Benedict has a vested interest in Vlast being able to read certain signals. He arches his eyebrows over his wine at the qunari, waiting for the punchline- and when it never comes,
“it’s…” he begins, and, realizing this is a delicate needle to thread without digging himself deeper in his own guilt spiral, adds, “good biting.”
Vlast's upper lip curls in his confusion and disbelief. Benedict may as well have just said there's such a thing as good hemorrhoids.
Biting is for warding off rivals, it's for catching and killing prey, it's for ripping flesh from bone.
Perhaps in some cases that's good, but only for the victor.
Then again, humans are full of quirks and nuances. Once upon a time, Sadizi had tried to explain, but Vlast had brushed him off when he soon learned that very few of those matters applied to him.
Trapped in this mortal form, Vlast is reconciling with the fact he may have to re-assess.
Benedict takes a breath, blows it out, and picks up a pastry to bite thoughtfully into it, staring past Vlast for a moment. This clearly isn’t about gossip anymore.
“It’s like,” he continues, once he’s finished with the bite, “well how do your kind show that— that they like each other?”
The innocent bite of pastry holds his fascination, at least for a moment. The question hangs in the meantime.
And then Vlast's gaze turns inward.
"We don't."
...Like each other, that is.
Vlast reaches for the bottle, refilling their glasses. It's something to occupy his hands while he tries to find some way to summarize the ongoing conflict with his immediate family.
"Whatever affection endures between my kind decays under the weight of time, duty, or death."
"Not... like humans. We just - we draw on magic from the Mists. Shape it into another." What an odd question. "What does that have to do with the topic at hand...?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 10:28 pm (UTC)A low rumble of acknowledgment before Vlast falls into one of his pensive silences, turning Benedict's words over in his head, inspecting them. Maybe he can infer some hidden detail, but probably not.
"It was, as you say, a mistake, was it not? Or are you believed to have acted maliciously?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 10:35 pm (UTC)"I don't know," he admits, hunching his shoulders, "it hasn't come up again." YET. "I..."
He's silent a moment as he chews his words, "...I think I want to apologize. But I'm not sure how, especially if she doesn't even know it happened."
It's amazing that he still runs into these situations: a 28 year old with the emotional intelligence of a young teenager, still scrambling to catch up with his peers despite all the scrambling he's already done. He knows it's not a good look, works as hard as he can. At least, of all people, Vlast maybe understands.
"I'm not very good at them," he adds uncomfortably, "apologies."
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:00 pm (UTC)"Everyone falters," he finally says. "Such is inevitable. Whether one can admit their failures or not is what shows how trustworthy they are."
A platter of breads, cheeses, meats and other accoutrements both sweet and savoury are set down in front of them. Vlast nudges it closer to Benedict because the young human really does look like he needs to eat more.
"How much do you think this blunder will set back Riftwatch...?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:10 pm (UTC)"Maybe," he admits, to the first bit, after he's had some time to chew and swallow. "I-- no, it's not about Riftwatch, really. Just one person." Another bite.
"I'm afraid," spoken hesitantly, "if she's angry. If I've-- I've really fucked it up. It won't affect the organization, it won't set us back, I'll just. Miss her."
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:21 pm (UTC)(Thinks the man who's never had to deal with a single interpersonal problem in his life.)
"If you are honest with her, and she abandons you over such a small thing, then was there truly any bond there at all...?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:25 pm (UTC)"Couldn't she say the same of me?" He frowns-- it doesn't seem right, that Abby would react that way, but the theatre of the mind is an incredible thing.
"She's been through a lot this year."
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:31 pm (UTC)If there is a single person in Riftwatch who has been unaffected by the conflict, he'd be shocked.
"You speak of her trust in you," he says, "but it seems you have little of your own to spare her. Already you have reached the conclusion that she will end things over, as you said, a mistake. How much harm have you actually caused? To me, the scope seems quite small."
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:42 pm (UTC)"--I-- well recently--," he stammers, ultimately shutting himself up by drinking from his wine again. "...it can be hard to tell," he concludes with a frown. Perhaps the scope is small. Perhaps he's blowing it up out of nothing, focusing, as always, on himself and his own significance.
He scowls at the table.
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Date: 2024-11-27 12:33 am (UTC)"Your only path forward is to speak with her and confront the matter directly," he says. "Then you will be able to tell. However it goes, at least worry will no longer eat you from the inside."
There's a thoughtful frown as Vlast tries to find a logical reason for Benedict to be so afraid of his friend.
"Is she particularly territorial...? I can subdue her first if need be."
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Date: 2024-11-27 12:45 am (UTC)How he misses Gabranth. But Vlast is here, and his eyes are so eerie and intriguing, and--
"--what?" The question snaps him out of it, and he almost laughs outright. "No-- no, don't do that."
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Date: 2024-11-27 01:22 am (UTC)He's not really sure why that expression on Benedict's face has him so flustered. He is Vlast! The first scion of Glaust! The grandchild of Kralkatorrik! He was in line to inherit the role of an Elder Dragon! Nothing should make him feel flustered like some sort of giddy little hatchling! He's beyond such things!
"Have it your way. If she bites you, you can't say I didn't offer."
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Date: 2024-11-27 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-27 03:49 am (UTC)It's hard for him to tell if what he said was, unintentionally, quite funny or if the stress Benedict has been putting himself under has driven him a little mad.
"Ridiculous," he scoffs, grumbling under his breath as he takes a draught of wine.
But as his lips touch the rim of his glass, there is the faintest hint of a smile - almost as though he's pleased with himself for getting Benedict to laugh again.
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Date: 2024-11-27 03:54 am (UTC)“It’s sweet of you to worry,” he chides, “but Abby’s not going to bite me. She’ll have to save it for Clarisse—“
He claps his hand over his mouth. IDIOT,
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Date: 2024-11-27 04:14 am (UTC)On one hand, what Abby biting Clarisse means has flown right over his head. On the other, it's going to take a lot of work to get the rifter qunari to recognize the obvious for what it is.
"...Ah. They're quarreling. Is it over food? Territory? ...No, forget I asked."
He shakes his head. Not his circus, not his monkeys.
"Stop fretting. I already said I won't get involved."
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Date: 2024-11-27 04:21 am (UTC)“it’s…” he begins, and, realizing this is a delicate needle to thread without digging himself deeper in his own guilt spiral, adds, “good biting.”
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Date: 2024-11-27 04:31 am (UTC)Biting is for warding off rivals, it's for catching and killing prey, it's for ripping flesh from bone.
Perhaps in some cases that's good, but only for the victor.
Then again, humans are full of quirks and nuances. Once upon a time, Sadizi had tried to explain, but Vlast had brushed him off when he soon learned that very few of those matters applied to him.
Trapped in this mortal form, Vlast is reconciling with the fact he may have to re-assess.
"Explain."
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Date: 2024-11-27 04:47 am (UTC)“It’s like,” he continues, once he’s finished with the bite, “well how do your kind show that— that they like each other?”
He innocently bites the pastry again.
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Date: 2024-11-27 05:12 am (UTC)And then Vlast's gaze turns inward.
"We don't."
...Like each other, that is.
Vlast reaches for the bottle, refilling their glasses. It's something to occupy his hands while he tries to find some way to summarize the ongoing conflict with his immediate family.
"Whatever affection endures between my kind decays under the weight of time, duty, or death."
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Date: 2024-11-27 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-27 12:56 pm (UTC)"Not... like humans. We just - we draw on magic from the Mists. Shape it into another." What an odd question. "What does that have to do with the topic at hand...?"
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Date: 2024-11-27 07:29 pm (UTC)"Do you," Benedict asks, in a low and concerned voice, "do you know how more people are made?"
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Date: 2024-11-28 01:16 am (UTC)He doesn't.
“Sadizi explained it all to me.”
He really didn't.
“I'm not sure what biting has to do with it. One would think that would be antithetical to whole process.”
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Date: 2024-11-28 03:18 am (UTC)“Tell me how.”
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Date: 2024-11-28 03:36 am (UTC)Duh.
"He mentioned something about fluids but I had already lost interest by then."
There's a brief, thoughtful moment.
"I also know humans carry their young in their belly. It looks... uncomfortable."
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