bitteraftertaste | sixteen ♥ video

[So Vesper clicks on the video around this comment of this thread. Bond and Archer are apparently quite content to keep wailing on each other in the middle of the dining hall now that Vesper and any other innocent bystanders are out of the way, and it doesn't take an expert in martial arts to recognize that their respective styles are pretty fucking brutal, even if at the moment, they're sort of in a... compromising looking position? You can probably hear Archer yell "Did you plan this??", even though she's a good couple meters away from them.

Vesper sounds more tightly controlled and maybe a little bit angry more than anything else, because from her perspective, it's like Archer just marched down to the mess hall, threw a punch at her boyfriend and got... whatever this is started for no good reason.

(Presumably no good reason, anyway, she's not naive enough to think that Bond couldn't possibly have done something to encourage this.)]

Rogue, I would sincerely appreciate it if you could get down here and help contain your inmate.

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[He sees, but he doesn't comment. He knows about her pride, yes - he knows about the need to hold herself together so no one will see her falling apart. So he doesn't say anything, but he puts his hand on her shoulder briefly, just for a second, before letting it fall.]

I don't know where he came from. He's doing better than he was, though. I've just been keeping him here so he can get used to the noises and the smells.

[He clicks his tongue against his teeth, and Ilia turns attentively, then hops down off the counter and makes his way with excruciating slowness to the bed, as though he has a thousand better things to do with his time.]

[She manages a genuine smile at the contact, even though it's a little shaky, before looking back at the cat.]

Seems like a good idea to me. The Barge at large doesn't seem like a good place for a cat, anyway.

[And after a quiet moment of watching him come over, she's adding, sort of wryly:] Not that it's a particularly good place for people, either.

[As she says this, Ilia curls his tail around her legs and brushes against her with utter disdain for even the possibility of being rejected. Cassel, meanwhile, jogs his knee against hers.]

Sometimes better, sometimes worse. Worse lately.

[She leans down and offers Ilia her hand to sniff, focusing on him and not Cassel because her throat feels suddenly embarrassingly tight, like everything's welling up to a breaking point.]

I wish I could disagree with you.

[After a moment of incredible indecision, Ilia rubs his cheek against her hand, deeming her worthy of his attentions, while Cassel stills, watching her in profile.]

I wish it was easier to disagree. I wish I could do more.

I wish it was better here for you. I guess I wish that too.

[She lets him complete the rub before moving to scratch his ears and smooth her hand down his back.]

Cassel, you're doing quite a lot, and I genuinely appreciate it.

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