[ ah. they knew each other very little, and so she had forgotten how strange it is to be around him. she feels like both the curious child and the mother scolding them: Don't stare. she wants so terribly to speak with him more and she wants to run very far away at once. it's ridiculous; even when she was a girl who looked similar in many ways to Kim Dokja, it isn't as though she could have actually claimed that connection. she knew nothing about the place she came from. they aren't the same, and it's impossible that she would have found any belonging. she may as well be a doll longing for the store from which she was purchased.
—it doesn't matter. she has to stop wasting her thoughts on something so meaningless and throw away everything that won't help her survive. in this place, she isn't even the Lark of Sistine anymore. all that remains is Rudbeckia, a priestess of Set. ]
It was alright! [ now that Dokja has taken the box from her, she has her hands free to close her parasol, and she gestures towards it with a sheepish smile, ] I have some problems with sunlight at the moment, but it's not so bad.
[ the anxiety that had accompanied her Communion to him shows itself in her manner. her expression remains bright, always looking up at him with the unquestioning trust of a domesticated animal – but her eyes dart around, checking her surroundings, his expression, his body language, where his hands are, how she takes each step... her fingers twist in the front of her skirts. ]
So, um—Dokja. [ if she's going back to Meridian soon, she wonders if she should pay a little more attention to this potential relationship? ] Ah, if I'm speaking to you so informally, then it only seems right for you to call me Ruby. Really, I'm sorry to bother you with this...
[ and then she sweeps one leg back in an elegant arc, fans her skirts out to either side, and bows deeply to him: ]
It was my own foolishness that led to this point, so I'm truly grateful that you were willing to listen to me at all.
[ Reading people has always been difficult for him, so he takes her at face value. The suspicion from earlier on in their conversation has, for the most part, cleared after Dokja had carved out some more time to dwell on it. While he'll never completely understand Gen, seeing the progression of Ruby's Discord must have brought the boy around to the realization that something had to be done, even if it meant involving Dokja.
He sets the box of pastries down on a nearby table, expression shifting away from concern as some familiarity sets in between the two of them, helped by the loss of formality. ]
Ruby, then.
[ There's some awkwardness on his end as he meets her elegant bow with a quick cant of his head. He's never quite sure what customs people bring with them here, too many worlds to keep up with, but he tries to follow along as best as he can. For now, he chooses to reassure her, gesturing for Ruby to take a seat so that she isn't left standing there. ]
It's alright. My reasonings for becoming like this are similar. I guess we're both the foolish sort.
[ this is perfect. he doesn't ask any questions, he dismisses her apology without alarm or correction, he doesn't express excessive concern – Gen, you couldn't have made a better recommendation! now that her pre-emptive defence is out of the way, Rudbeckia takes the offered seat with a soft laugh, sweet and musical as chimes. ]
Then it's good that we have each other!
[ she folds her hands primly in her lap, and after a moment of awkward silence where it seems like she means to speak but doesn't, she admits— ] I've... never actually done this in the time that I've been here, so I'm not entirely sure how to begin?
[ Dokja drops down in the seat across from her, separated now by a small table between them. They're situated in a cozy nook area meant for reading and snacking, but it'll have to serve a different purpose today. ]
Ah, is that so? [ He supposes that's not too surprising given her condition, and he says it more in a matter-of-fact tone than anything else. ] Here, take my hand.
[ He offers it to her from across the table, palm facing up. He's done this a handful of times before, so he's fine with taking the lead. ]
[ A corner of his lip quirks up into a small smile, and he closes his fingers around her hand. ]
Not quite.
[ And then Dokja falls silent as he concentrates, eyes closing as he reaches for his Purification ability. Nothing all that special happens for the first few seconds, but eventually, Ruby will begin to feel the gentle flow of something distinctively Meridian coming from his end. It's reassuring and hopeful, strong in desire and stronger in conviction. It steadily laps at her Discord, spreading from her hand, down her arm, and continuing on as Dokja focuses. ]
[ there's a slight twitch of Rudbeckia's fingers when the Meridian energy first reaches her, as though she's fighting an impulse to flinch away. she had forgotten how foreign it feels, the moments in which she's aware of its effects. hope, optimism, faith, desire—none of these belong to her, not in any world. no wonder it had been so easy for Jonathan Sims to lead her away from it, even if Zenith is hardly a better fit. but endurance is what she excels in most of all, and it is simple to allow the spell to wash over her without allowing her discomfort to break the surface. ]
I see. I just have to...
[ the knowledge of how to use Purification comes instinctively, once she understands what it is she's meant to do. unlike Meridian and its warmth, the sensation of Zenith she pours into Dokja in return is cool and refreshing; a lightness, a freedom. ]
... Um, should I have brought us a board game or something?
[ it is suddenly occurring to her that if this takes a while with her high Discord, it's going to get very awkward very fast. ]
[ As steadily as the Meridian energy flows into Ruby, the Zenith one that comes into contact with Dokja stutters and curls in on itself as if it doesn't have room to move further in. He feels it in himself, the way he can't fully take it in, the way it dries up too quickly to have any effect on his Discord, and he makes no comment on it. This is what he'd been expecting, after all, and his expression remains carefully neutral as he continues concentrating on Ruby.
He wonders if she feels it, too. If she notices. He hopes not.
In an effort to keep them both distracted, Dokja breaks out into a grin, eyes finally opening as he looks over to Ruby. It's definitely going to be a long process, and he's familiar with how exhausting it can leave a person by the end of it, so he tries to keep the atmosphere between them light. ]
We have books to read if talking to me seems that unbearable.
[ this magic is new to her, and so she can't be entirely certain, but it doesn't—feel like it's working properly? it's as though she's trying to force the energy through a barrier. rather than suspicion, the only thing it generates in Rudbeckia is anxiety: she's doing something wrong, somehow. if she has to ask Dokja, he'll surely roll his eyes and scoff, annoyed that she can't even manage this much when he's already shown her how... so the only thing she can do is try harder. despite its inability to find any purchase against his Discord, she continues feeding energy through her connection to Dokja, without comment.
her only reaction, then, is to his words: ] N-No, that isn't what I meant at all!
[ there's some laughter to her voice – it doesn't seem to have completely gone over her head that he's joking with her, but she's either too anxious or too sincere to leave it be. ]
It's only that I'm not a very interesting conversationalist, so I thought that perhaps you'd find it tedious to speak with me for so long... I, um, don't actually spend a lot of time socialising.
[ There's a concerned furrow of his brows when he feels more of the Zenith being guided into him, and like before, it slides right off. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a dark knowledge of how he can ultimately end the rise of this fast-growing Discord inside of him, and it doesn't involve what they're doing. Even so, her efforts are quickly noticed. He's only half-paying attention to her words as he tries to make sense of why she's trying so hard, and then he pauses for just a moment when he does manage to catch the tail end of what she's saying. ]
We have that in common.
[ But rather than choose to elaborate on his introversion, his other hand comes down on top of her's, and the corners of Dokja's lips turn down into a worried frown. As much as he appreciates her attempts, he's not going to sit here and let it happen when he knows it's futile. ]
Ruby, you'll exhaust yourself a lot faster this way.
[ —oh, he noticed. of course he did, it must be so obvious. because she already knows that she's hopeless, she tries not to put any effort in, since nobody will praise her for efforts alone when it just proves she's a failure. even if she pushes herself until she bleeds, it's her own fault for being a fuck-up. How can you be such an idiot? You can't even manage this much.
no matter how kindly or gently Dokja intervenes, Rudbeckia flinches. she doesn't yank her hand away from him, but there's a spasm, the instinct to recoil quashed before it can move her. ]
I'm sorry. [ the words leave her mouth instantly, without any need for conscious input. ] I-I know you showed me, I'm just—I'm really stupid, it must be so annoying...
[ she laughs again. this time, the staccato sound is high and tense, a violin string wound tight to the point of snapping. ]
[ Even Dokja isn't so blind as to not notice the sudden shift in Ruby, and his eyes narrow in both suspicion and alarm at how she responds. He feels her flinch against his hand, and his first instinct is to loosen his hold should she want to draw back and away from him. But he, himself, doesn't let go just yet, and the concern from only moments ago rapidly builds itself up. ]
Hey, hold on a minute.
[ What an unnerving reaction, and one that Dokja unfortunately recognizes from years long past before the bitterness and anger had taken hold. He has no comfort to offer here, only an explanation that he hadn't thought he'd have to broach now or ever, but the sight of Ruby's discomfort brings it to the surface. ]
You're not stupid and this isn't your fault. I should have told you from the start that this might not work on me.
[ Thanks to his own recklessness and foolish actions. ]
[ it's almost difficult to hear Dokja over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, but his calm and straightforward manner helps, keeps the words from being distorted by her fear into anything else. recognising that there is no threat to race ahead of, her mind slows down too, and she can actually think again.
what Dokja says is—effective. comfort wouldn't put Ruby at ease, and having her reaction questioned is always the worst, no matter how well-meaning. someone taking the responsibility on themself feels like they're removing a live bomb from her hands. in an effort to get her body to relax, she closes her eyes – she doesn't want to see judgement in Dokja's expression – takes a quick, sharp breath and then releases it in a slow exhale: huuu.
her eyes blink open, her face open and friendly as though nothing had happened. ]
Sorry. [ she smiles easily. ] Ahaha, how embarrassing. When I could feel that it didn't seem to be working, I thought I must have been doing something wrong.
[ Ugh. You're right, you should have just told me, you jerk! Then I wouldn't have been so scared! ]
Is there—something else I can do to help? I can't just make you do all this for me and not give you anything in return...
[ What a quick recovery, and one that Dokja notes for now. The concern has yet to clear from his gaze, but he moves along easily enough as the flow of conversation shifts to a different topic. It's not like he'd have anything useful to say anyway, and all he can do is keep an eye on her to make sure she really is okay. ]
Well...
[ He draws out the word as his eyes flicker over to the walls surrounding them, each one lined with shelves of books. He could lie and say that he doesn't need anything, that this current exchange between them is from the goodness of his heart (lmao), but he does have something in mind. ]
I recently took ownership of this book cafe, and we're set to reopen in the next month or so. While I know Springstar isn't your home, would it be too much to ask you to drop in and help whenever you're around?
[ It feels a bit shameless asking so blatantly like this, but he doesn't think it's too difficult a request! ]
[ there isn't anything in particular that she's expecting Dokja to ask. while he certainly doesn't seem like a Meridian zealot, it's not a turn she could pretend to be surprised by, him deciding to extract faction favours from her given the opportunity. with the amount of Discord he's purifying for her, he could demand a lot in repayment. Rudbeckia always has to brace herself for the worst — which is why it does come as a genuine surprise to hear what he wants in return. ]
... That's all?
[ it can't be kindness, surely. is he just indifferent to her? that would make the most sense; he's assessed that she doesn't have any real use to him or anything of worth to offer, so he's chosen something basic because it should be a task even someone like her can accomplish. that's fine. she can survive on indifference.
Ruby's wide-eyed, almost dazed expression shifts – her face brightens, chattering eagerly: ]
Yes – of course, I'd be happy to help out! Truthfully, the only other thing that occupies my time is my position as Set's high priestess, and I don't actually have that many duties... [ and she'll be back with Meridian soon enough, even if she still has no intention of setting down roots in Springstar. ] Without the, um, photophobia, I'll be able to come by Springstar a lot more often now, too! I don't know if I'll be a very good employee, but I'll try my best.
[ Wow, it's honestly kind of impressive how quickly Dokja's expression drops at the mention of Set. It's not that they've had too many run-ins with each other, which he purposefully keeps that way, it's just that the one significant interaction that they have had still leaves a bad taste in his mouth.
Kind of literally.]
Set's priestess?
[ Dokja at least tries to recover, though the good-natured look on his face from before looks more strained. While he's glad to hear her agree to his proposal, he's still left a little concerned what her connection to Set might entail in the future. It's good to be prepared, after all, and he still doesn't know Ruby all that well yet. Might as well take this time to do that, he supposes. ]
Sorry, I'm not too familiar with what that means. [ He figures it has to do with Set being an Egyptian god (bleh), but a priestess? ] Do you worship him?
[ the sudden shift doesn't surprise her, and so there's no reaction from Ruby, no flinch or crestfallen expression. from the moment she decided to live in Set's shadow, Ruby had known there would be situations like this, where she is stained in someone else's perception by her association with him. but she had also decided that it didn't matter. she isn't losing anything; no one was ever going to accept her in the first place. if she weren't willing to bear the hatred of others to survive, then she might as well just lie down and die.
at least Dokja is being nice about it. ]
Mm... Not really? [ she leans forward onto the table, chin propped up by her spare hand. there's a wide-eyed naivete about her, too innocent or too stupid to even consider the consequences of being involved with Set. ] It's more like, um... we made a deal. Set protects me, and I'm devoted to him. He promised me that I'll never have to take part in the war for as long as I'm his.
[ there's a pause, lingering on that particular statement, and then she laughs: ] In practise, I mostly just look after his shrine!
[ is that enough? she always finds herself wondering, when she speaks – is that sufficient character motivation? has she portrayed herself as too clever, too aware, too selfish? everyone already knows that she's a coward, but perhaps they'll begin to question why she chose Set, of all people. he would hardly seem a safe option. she'd ended up revealing the truth of it to Amos, and it had been awful. a revolting, repulsive, marrow-flayingly personal display.
so maybe she really should just fall back on the same old story. it won't be hard, pretending to be in love with Set. ]
And, you know... [ that hand she's leaning on twirls a lock of golden hair around one delicate finger, her long lashes lowered over her eyes, and her cheeks begin to bloom a fetching dusky pink. ] He's my saviour. I just really like him. I'm probably not a very good priestess, but he seemed happy, so...
[ It's a little bit interesting getting to hear about Set from someone else's perspective. While Dokja knows neither Ruby nor Set all that well, it's not hard to get the impression that they're people important to each other. He's quiet as he listens, no part of him trying to gleam more out of what he's being told, content to take it as it's presented to him.
There's a lot of things he doesn't like about Set, and underlying much of it has to do with the fact that Dokja hasn't had the greatest experiences with gods. He still dreams of it now, after all. The final battle, the stars collapsing from the skies, the lives lost that day. It's a bit foolish to hold those feelings against a man who had had nothing to do with the events back then, he knows this, but that's the way the pieces have fallen together.
So while his initial reaction had been sour, it eventually smooths into something more curious as Ruby explains their relationship.
... And then it becomes disbelieving when she finishes off her explanation. ]
Aha... Is that so? [ What can he do but awkwardly laugh in this situation?? It's not like he'll ever understand the innerworkings of a girl's mind and who she chooses to crush on. ] I'm glad you have someone keeping an eye on you, then. I wouldn't have expected it from a guy like him, but I guess he's just full of surprises.
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—it doesn't matter. she has to stop wasting her thoughts on something so meaningless and throw away everything that won't help her survive. in this place, she isn't even the Lark of Sistine anymore. all that remains is Rudbeckia, a priestess of Set. ]
It was alright! [ now that Dokja has taken the box from her, she has her hands free to close her parasol, and she gestures towards it with a sheepish smile, ] I have some problems with sunlight at the moment, but it's not so bad.
[ the anxiety that had accompanied her Communion to him shows itself in her manner. her expression remains bright, always looking up at him with the unquestioning trust of a domesticated animal – but her eyes dart around, checking her surroundings, his expression, his body language, where his hands are, how she takes each step... her fingers twist in the front of her skirts. ]
So, um—Dokja. [ if she's going back to Meridian soon, she wonders if she should pay a little more attention to this potential relationship? ] Ah, if I'm speaking to you so informally, then it only seems right for you to call me Ruby. Really, I'm sorry to bother you with this...
[ and then she sweeps one leg back in an elegant arc, fans her skirts out to either side, and bows deeply to him: ]
It was my own foolishness that led to this point, so I'm truly grateful that you were willing to listen to me at all.
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He sets the box of pastries down on a nearby table, expression shifting away from concern as some familiarity sets in between the two of them, helped by the loss of formality. ]
Ruby, then.
[ There's some awkwardness on his end as he meets her elegant bow with a quick cant of his head. He's never quite sure what customs people bring with them here, too many worlds to keep up with, but he tries to follow along as best as he can. For now, he chooses to reassure her, gesturing for Ruby to take a seat so that she isn't left standing there. ]
It's alright. My reasonings for becoming like this are similar. I guess we're both the foolish sort.
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Then it's good that we have each other!
[ she folds her hands primly in her lap, and after a moment of awkward silence where it seems like she means to speak but doesn't, she admits— ] I've... never actually done this in the time that I've been here, so I'm not entirely sure how to begin?
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Ah, is that so? [ He supposes that's not too surprising given her condition, and he says it more in a matter-of-fact tone than anything else. ] Here, take my hand.
[ He offers it to her from across the table, palm facing up. He's done this a handful of times before, so he's fine with taking the lead. ]
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... Is this... it?
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Not quite.
[ And then Dokja falls silent as he concentrates, eyes closing as he reaches for his Purification ability. Nothing all that special happens for the first few seconds, but eventually, Ruby will begin to feel the gentle flow of something distinctively Meridian coming from his end. It's reassuring and hopeful, strong in desire and stronger in conviction. It steadily laps at her Discord, spreading from her hand, down her arm, and continuing on as Dokja focuses. ]
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[ there's a slight twitch of Rudbeckia's fingers when the Meridian energy first reaches her, as though she's fighting an impulse to flinch away. she had forgotten how foreign it feels, the moments in which she's aware of its effects. hope, optimism, faith, desire—none of these belong to her, not in any world. no wonder it had been so easy for Jonathan Sims to lead her away from it, even if Zenith is hardly a better fit. but endurance is what she excels in most of all, and it is simple to allow the spell to wash over her without allowing her discomfort to break the surface. ]
I see. I just have to...
[ the knowledge of how to use Purification comes instinctively, once she understands what it is she's meant to do. unlike Meridian and its warmth, the sensation of Zenith she pours into Dokja in return is cool and refreshing; a lightness, a freedom. ]
... Um, should I have brought us a board game or something?
[ it is suddenly occurring to her that if this takes a while with her high Discord, it's going to get very awkward very fast. ]
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He wonders if she feels it, too. If she notices. He hopes not.
In an effort to keep them both distracted, Dokja breaks out into a grin, eyes finally opening as he looks over to Ruby. It's definitely going to be a long process, and he's familiar with how exhausting it can leave a person by the end of it, so he tries to keep the atmosphere between them light. ]
We have books to read if talking to me seems that unbearable.
[ His tone is teasing, of course. ]
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her only reaction, then, is to his words: ] N-No, that isn't what I meant at all!
[ there's some laughter to her voice – it doesn't seem to have completely gone over her head that he's joking with her, but she's either too anxious or too sincere to leave it be. ]
It's only that I'm not a very interesting conversationalist, so I thought that perhaps you'd find it tedious to speak with me for so long... I, um, don't actually spend a lot of time socialising.
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We have that in common.
[ But rather than choose to elaborate on his introversion, his other hand comes down on top of her's, and the corners of Dokja's lips turn down into a worried frown. As much as he appreciates her attempts, he's not going to sit here and let it happen when he knows it's futile. ]
Ruby, you'll exhaust yourself a lot faster this way.
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no matter how kindly or gently Dokja intervenes, Rudbeckia flinches. she doesn't yank her hand away from him, but there's a spasm, the instinct to recoil quashed before it can move her. ]
I'm sorry. [ the words leave her mouth instantly, without any need for conscious input. ] I-I know you showed me, I'm just—I'm really stupid, it must be so annoying...
[ she laughs again. this time, the staccato sound is high and tense, a violin string wound tight to the point of snapping. ]
I-I can do it, I swear, I'll get it right.
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Hey, hold on a minute.
[ What an unnerving reaction, and one that Dokja unfortunately recognizes from years long past before the bitterness and anger had taken hold. He has no comfort to offer here, only an explanation that he hadn't thought he'd have to broach now or ever, but the sight of Ruby's discomfort brings it to the surface. ]
You're not stupid and this isn't your fault. I should have told you from the start that this might not work on me.
[ Thanks to his own recklessness and foolish actions. ]
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[ it's almost difficult to hear Dokja over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, but his calm and straightforward manner helps, keeps the words from being distorted by her fear into anything else. recognising that there is no threat to race ahead of, her mind slows down too, and she can actually think again.
what Dokja says is—effective. comfort wouldn't put Ruby at ease, and having her reaction questioned is always the worst, no matter how well-meaning. someone taking the responsibility on themself feels like they're removing a live bomb from her hands. in an effort to get her body to relax, she closes her eyes – she doesn't want to see judgement in Dokja's expression – takes a quick, sharp breath and then releases it in a slow exhale: huuu.
her eyes blink open, her face open and friendly as though nothing had happened. ]
Sorry. [ she smiles easily. ] Ahaha, how embarrassing. When I could feel that it didn't seem to be working, I thought I must have been doing something wrong.
[ Ugh. You're right, you should have just told me, you jerk! Then I wouldn't have been so scared! ]
Is there—something else I can do to help? I can't just make you do all this for me and not give you anything in return...
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Well...
[ He draws out the word as his eyes flicker over to the walls surrounding them, each one lined with shelves of books. He could lie and say that he doesn't need anything, that this current exchange between them is from the goodness of his heart (lmao), but he does have something in mind. ]
I recently took ownership of this book cafe, and we're set to reopen in the next month or so. While I know Springstar isn't your home, would it be too much to ask you to drop in and help whenever you're around?
[ It feels a bit shameless asking so blatantly like this, but he doesn't think it's too difficult a request! ]
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... That's all?
[ it can't be kindness, surely. is he just indifferent to her? that would make the most sense; he's assessed that she doesn't have any real use to him or anything of worth to offer, so he's chosen something basic because it should be a task even someone like her can accomplish. that's fine. she can survive on indifference.
Ruby's wide-eyed, almost dazed expression shifts – her face brightens, chattering eagerly: ]
Yes – of course, I'd be happy to help out! Truthfully, the only other thing that occupies my time is my position as Set's high priestess, and I don't actually have that many duties... [ and she'll be back with Meridian soon enough, even if she still has no intention of setting down roots in Springstar. ] Without the, um, photophobia, I'll be able to come by Springstar a lot more often now, too! I don't know if I'll be a very good employee, but I'll try my best.
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Kind of literally.]
Set's priestess?
[ Dokja at least tries to recover, though the good-natured look on his face from before looks more strained. While he's glad to hear her agree to his proposal, he's still left a little concerned what her connection to Set might entail in the future. It's good to be prepared, after all, and he still doesn't know Ruby all that well yet. Might as well take this time to do that, he supposes. ]
Sorry, I'm not too familiar with what that means. [ He figures it has to do with Set being an Egyptian god (bleh), but a priestess? ] Do you worship him?
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at least Dokja is being nice about it. ]
Mm... Not really? [ she leans forward onto the table, chin propped up by her spare hand. there's a wide-eyed naivete about her, too innocent or too stupid to even consider the consequences of being involved with Set. ] It's more like, um... we made a deal. Set protects me, and I'm devoted to him. He promised me that I'll never have to take part in the war for as long as I'm his.
[ there's a pause, lingering on that particular statement, and then she laughs: ] In practise, I mostly just look after his shrine!
[ is that enough? she always finds herself wondering, when she speaks – is that sufficient character motivation? has she portrayed herself as too clever, too aware, too selfish? everyone already knows that she's a coward, but perhaps they'll begin to question why she chose Set, of all people. he would hardly seem a safe option. she'd ended up revealing the truth of it to Amos, and it had been awful. a revolting, repulsive, marrow-flayingly personal display.
so maybe she really should just fall back on the same old story. it won't be hard, pretending to be in love with Set. ]
And, you know... [ that hand she's leaning on twirls a lock of golden hair around one delicate finger, her long lashes lowered over her eyes, and her cheeks begin to bloom a fetching dusky pink. ] He's my saviour. I just really like him. I'm probably not a very good priestess, but he seemed happy, so...
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There's a lot of things he doesn't like about Set, and underlying much of it has to do with the fact that Dokja hasn't had the greatest experiences with gods. He still dreams of it now, after all. The final battle, the stars collapsing from the skies, the lives lost that day. It's a bit foolish to hold those feelings against a man who had had nothing to do with the events back then, he knows this, but that's the way the pieces have fallen together.
So while his initial reaction had been sour, it eventually smooths into something more curious as Ruby explains their relationship.
... And then it becomes disbelieving when she finishes off her explanation. ]
Aha... Is that so? [ What can he do but awkwardly laugh in this situation?? It's not like he'll ever understand the innerworkings of a girl's mind and who she chooses to crush on. ] I'm glad you have someone keeping an eye on you, then. I wouldn't have expected it from a guy like him, but I guess he's just full of surprises.