I seem to be under a degree of compulsion, but if things get too... hairy, I expect I can simply throw my tablet across the room.
[ She's clearly thought about this. The response is too immediate for anything else. ]
But I trust it won't come to that. I mean - you can ask what you want to ask, Beckett, you've earned that much.
[ She knows him, after all, and knows what knowledge in general means to him. And beyond that, she trusts him not to hurt her with his questions. Not intentionally. ]
[She disarms him with these words. His hands go limp at his sides again. He can ask... but any truth she gives him would be truth she hadn't wanted to give, before. For whatever reason, but he respects all her reasons, or so he tells himself. Or is it that there are truths he's afraid of?
He hesitates for a long time, which he hates, because it tells her that there's something worth hesitating over. Something he might ask, that he knows she might not want him to.
(Intentional hurts are always the least of it.)]
Angel, my taking your blood - [he swallows faintly]- is it truly your will? Or it is a... replacement sacrifice, some dues you owe anyone who loves you?
[If she tells him he's being ridiculous he'd be the happiest vampire in Snowhell.]
Geez - of course it's my will, you - you freaking goober.
[ STRONG WORDS. But that's the simplest answer she can give, and it feels like she should give him more than that even if she isn't compelled to. That is, after all, how she do. ]
If having Handsome Jack as a father taught me one thing, it's that you don't owe anyone anything for loving you. If I felt in any way like I was obligated or expected to - er - donate, I don't think I'd offer. It'd feel too much like what he did to me, and that'd sour everything. Right? And that's the last thing I'd want.
[Strong words, but they're what he'd hoped for, the best he could hope for, she can call him any and every name she pleases if this is the truth. Beckett lets out a long breath - hadn't realized he was holding it, they're weird things, these mortal bodies. Her will, to give him that much.
To let him keep his sanity. To believe he is worthy of that. He feels weak with relief. He glances away, embarrassed at it, at the question, at wondering if he's perhaps not as done with the crying part of this reunion as he thought.]
What - [he clears his throat. Fighting an embarrassing smile.] - what on earth is a goober?
[ Being able to say such things when you can only speak the truth is apparently giggleworthy stuff, if her bout of soft snickering is anything to go by. ]
Getting worked up about asking a question with such an obvious answer. Here I thought you'd ask something terrible, and you get all cute on me!
We have differing notions of obvious. [There he is finding his dry wit again. Good recovery. Though a part of him does not want to recover yet. Sometimes there is a strange relief in these vulnerable moments, when he feels as though she sees him clearly, all he is, and judges him worthy.
It occurs to him that there is something he should do next.]
Do you want to ask me anything? I'm not compelled, of course, but call it a fair trade. You know I believe in paying my debts.
[There's no debt, maybe, but he thinks, there is balance; there is fairness, and it matters. And now he's got to give her an honest answer.
It'd be easier if he knew what the honest answer was.
Well, to begin with, it's fair to let her see that he isn't sure. Beckett has to consciously think about making that show; he's lost all natural tics of nervousness long ago, and now the way his eyes flicker left and right looks artificial. But it is honest. His happiness is a difficult subject. He finds it hard to imagine it, really.]
I - can't tell you it would not make me happy to no longer be the last of my Kindred. [And that's already more honesty than he allows himself much of the time.] But I'm not sure I would be happy knowing that I've given this - legacy, such as it is, to anyone. You least of all.
[ Her surprise at the last part is completely genuine. She'd thought -- ]
With all the talking you do about how miserable it is to be mortal, I didn't think you'd view sharing your kind's legacy to be such a bad thing. I'd figured any concerns would be more along the lines of how embarrassing it would be for you if I started trying to add sugar to blood before drinking it, or something.
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Date: 2016-11-20 10:49 pm (UTC)[ She's clearly thought about this. The response is too immediate for anything else. ]
But I trust it won't come to that. I mean - you can ask what you want to ask, Beckett, you've earned that much.
[ She knows him, after all, and knows what knowledge in general means to him. And beyond that, she trusts him not to hurt her with his questions. Not intentionally. ]
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Date: 2016-11-22 06:13 pm (UTC)He hesitates for a long time, which he hates, because it tells her that there's something worth hesitating over. Something he might ask, that he knows she might not want him to.
(Intentional hurts are always the least of it.)]
Angel, my taking your blood - [he swallows faintly]- is it truly your will? Or it is a... replacement sacrifice, some dues you owe anyone who loves you?
[If she tells him he's being ridiculous he'd be the happiest vampire in Snowhell.]
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Date: 2016-11-22 06:54 pm (UTC)[ STRONG WORDS. But that's the simplest answer she can give, and it feels like she should give him more than that even if she isn't compelled to. That is, after all, how she do. ]
If having Handsome Jack as a father taught me one thing, it's that you don't owe anyone anything for loving you. If I felt in any way like I was obligated or expected to - er - donate, I don't think I'd offer. It'd feel too much like what he did to me, and that'd sour everything. Right? And that's the last thing I'd want.
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Date: 2016-11-22 07:36 pm (UTC)To let him keep his sanity. To believe he is worthy of that. He feels weak with relief. He glances away, embarrassed at it, at the question, at wondering if he's perhaps not as done with the crying part of this reunion as he thought.]
What - [he clears his throat. Fighting an embarrassing smile.] - what on earth is a goober?
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Date: 2016-11-22 09:52 pm (UTC)[ Being able to say such things when you can only speak the truth is apparently giggleworthy stuff, if her bout of soft snickering is anything to go by. ]
Getting worked up about asking a question with such an obvious answer. Here I thought you'd ask something terrible, and you get all cute on me!
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Date: 2016-11-26 12:13 am (UTC)It occurs to him that there is something he should do next.]
Do you want to ask me anything? I'm not compelled, of course, but call it a fair trade. You know I believe in paying my debts.
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Date: 2016-11-26 12:56 am (UTC)[ But he's weird about debts, isn't he. Vampire stuff. She's known that since way back when he got sick the first time. It feels like an eternity ago.
Well. To a wee babby mortal, anyway. Maybe that's kinda what she should ask about? ]
But if you insist. Um, the thing we talked about - making me a vampire - do you think that'll make you happy?
[ Because in case he hasn't noticed yet, his happiness is important. The most important, along with Rhys'. ]
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Date: 2016-11-27 10:04 pm (UTC)It'd be easier if he knew what the honest answer was.
Well, to begin with, it's fair to let her see that he isn't sure. Beckett has to consciously think about making that show; he's lost all natural tics of nervousness long ago, and now the way his eyes flicker left and right looks artificial. But it is honest. His happiness is a difficult subject. He finds it hard to imagine it, really.]
I - can't tell you it would not make me happy to no longer be the last of my Kindred. [And that's already more honesty than he allows himself much of the time.] But I'm not sure I would be happy knowing that I've given this - legacy, such as it is, to anyone. You least of all.
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Date: 2016-12-06 06:51 pm (UTC)[ Her surprise at the last part is completely genuine. She'd thought -- ]
With all the talking you do about how miserable it is to be mortal, I didn't think you'd view sharing your kind's legacy to be such a bad thing. I'd figured any concerns would be more along the lines of how embarrassing it would be for you if I started trying to add sugar to blood before drinking it, or something.
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Date: 2016-12-08 07:11 pm (UTC)But vampirism is not merely immortality. It is... there are things I considered a fair price once, but...
[For god's sake lighten the mood lighten it now.]
To begin with, you won't be able to ingest sugar. It's all blood, all the time.