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[miscreant]

[She keeps chuckling.]

Well, I was only half joking.

[oversleeps]

Half too much. [ he talks quickly, like he's in a rush to get all the words out. ] Why did you call me?

[miscreant]

[Well, she was going to let him go, but not after she senses the rush he's in.]

Oh dear, am I interrupting?

[oversleeps]

You're not--

[ he lets his breath out in a low hiss, goes silent for a moment. then: ] Maybe I don't want to talk to you.

[miscreant]

[She lowers her voice to a whisper...which doesn't make too much of a difference because of the echo in her voice.]

You called me back, darling.

[oversleeps]

[ DEEP INHALE. ]

You're the one who called first.

[miscreant]

Well, you obviously want to speak with me, or you would not have called me back.

[And she sounds so fuckin pleased about it too.]

[oversleeps]

[ fuck. ]

I was just-- making sure it wasn't something important.

[miscreant]

Now you are concerned for me? This is moving awful fast, don't you think? You haven't even given me your name yet.

[oversleeps]

[ that's not-- he sputters a bit. SEV, NO. ]

It's not you I'm concerned for! [ he snarls something else in his native tongue, venomous enough that the meaning behind them isn't hard to discern. ] What would you Mi>even do with my name?

[miscreant]

Call you by it.

[Maybe.]

[oversleeps]

And nothing else?

[ SO, SO DOUBTFUL. ]

It isn't as though you've given me yours in return.

[miscreant]

Is there something else I could do with it?

[She keeps her voice low, just in case someone is near him.]

Seviilia Brightwing.

[oversleeps]

Those in my land could. [ does this sound familiar. he sure hopes it does. ] Perhaps you're inferior to what I know.

[ and after a bit of agonizing, he spits his name in return: ] Marduk. [ god fucking dammit. ]

[miscreant]

Marduk. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?

[Totally doesn't. Sounds almost orcish to her.]

Are you still sore about that?

[oversleeps]

I'm not sore about anything.

[ this is a lie. ]

Why did you call me.

[miscreant]

You're lying~

[Does this count as pursuing him? It doesn't, she decides.]

I told you in the message. You must have listened.

[oversleeps]

The message-- [ there's the audible sound of him slamming his mouth shut. yes, he remembers.

after another brief struggle, the only thing he can manage is: ] "Masochism." [ does he sound appropriately spiteful? god, he hopes so. ]

[miscreant]

[She hums expectantly until he comes out with that word.]

That is one of the words I used, yes. I thought you were curious, since you went through the trouble of messaging me in the first place.

[oversleeps]

It's not the word I'd use. [ WHO DO U THINK HE IS

ASHRAF????? ] Am I supposed to find you being charmed a compliment?

[miscreant]

[No, Ashraf at least stands a chance against her without a weapon.]

Are you not charmed?

[Can't you just hear the way her mouth splits into that awful toothy grin?]

[oversleeps]

I wouldn't say-- [ hngh. ]

Charmed isn't a word I'd use, either. If that's your intent, you're missing the mark.

[miscreant]

You're counting a lot of words out of your vocabulary. Why don't you start telling me some words you would use?

[Not gonna confirm or deny that last part, sry.]

[oversleeps]

[ there is

no good answer

he could possibly give here

(for him, anyway)

the only way to win is not to play at all. hope you like silence, sev. ]

[miscreant]

Nothing? Pity.