deadelfwalking

[Here's the thing about death knights, even aside from the bloodlust and the pain and so on. Feeling anything good at all, anything aside from shame or despair or rage, is a trial. It's literally almost impossible for Koltira to be happy or peaceful. And right now, with his sad dead heart crushed, he wants to lash out. He wants to ruin Sofiya, because he does think her attitude is colored by the stupid situation between them.

But he's also old enough and stoic enough to know that maybe he was a little unfair. He growls low in his throat.]

My apologies. It was an incorrect association.

[And immediately, like the lash of a whip, without any gentling:]

You're fucking right it was incorrect. And I swear to fuck, if you ever, ever imply that my love-stricken heart or what the fuck ever is getting in the way of my professionalism, I will do unspeakable fucking things to your reputation, you misogynistic taint.

It has little to do with you being a woman, Ms. Karimov. Love-stricken hearts affect us all. And you remain a hypocrite.

Edited 2013-12-02 15:29 (UTC)

Yeah, well, it doesn't affect me. I called you out because what you did was bullshit. And my thing? I wasn't just playing around out of idle curiosity. I was trying to get those girls their gifts back, and I was ensuring that everyone was too ashamed to ever touch a mutineer again. So don't waste your rotting breath calling me a hypocrite, because I was doing my job.

My curiosity is not idle. But you read the intent differently. As many read your intent differently.

Yeah, I don't give a flying fuck about how people read my intent. Because here's the thing if you want to be a fuckin' gadfly: you gotta be willing to dirty yourself up. My name's mud, and it will be from here until I die.

But all I saw from you was a lot of temper tantruming about how I wasn't being fair to your intent. Which is fucking stupid on eight levels.

I wanted you to understand my intent. Understanding tends to be preferable among people. But it is clearly not possible, so we can leave it aside. As to what you think of me, in general: that is no concern.

Uh huh. So why did me understanding your intent matter? Could you not have made your point if I didn't get your intent?

I suppose I could have. But, as I said, I like to be understood, if possible.

Then you're in the wrong line of work, buddy. If you like to be understood, then don't fucking bother with your weak version of satire. Leave it to those who know what they're doing.

It wasn't satire. But it is clear to me: there won't be any understanding between us.

[His voice drops an octave. Sonya has provoked and provoked him, and he's tired of it. Tired of this whole situation.]

Leave me be. And don't threaten me, Ms. Karimov. There is no threat that you can issue, now or in the future, that I would ever consider seriously. You are nothing to me. You are sound and fury, signifying nothing; you are bombastic, vulgar, and shrill. You are a child.

[He laughs bitterly.]

My reputation. As if a death knight has any control over such a thing in the first place. Your own precious priest tried to kill me when I first arrived here, without a shred of provocation on my part, simply because of what I am. I expect it from people. I don't give half a damn about reputation, Ms. Karimov.

I say again: leave me be. And leave your pathetic threats in the bargain.

[She scoffs, unmoved.]

Yeah, listen to me crying about the loss of your pleasant fucking company.

[But she can't quite leave well enough alone. She can't stop herself from adding:]

Also, you're an asshole for what you said to Ashraf. Me and him are on the outs, so I'm not even sticking up for him here - I'm just saying that you are an asshole for what you said to him.

[SONYA GOD DAMN IT THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF CREATURE YOU WANT TO KEEP PRODDING AT!!

He growls low in his throat.]

That's not your bloody business.

[sonya and common sense have never been good friends]

Yeah. It is. Because he's a would-be martyr and an idiot, and he's an asshole too, but he's also a good man. And you comparing him to your...maker, necromancer, what-the-fuck ever - that absolutely shredded him. And I just want you to know that you are a complete dick for doing so.

We settled it between ourselves, days ago. It was something I said while not in control of myself, while he was trying to force me to hurt him, while --

[he pauses, because he doesn't owe her an explanation.]

-- no. You know nothing of it. You know, as you have demonstrated, nothing of anything. I leave you, and I leave him to you.

[hangin' up.]

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