IC ANON MEME

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IC ANON MEME

01| comment with your journal & receive ic anon thoughts or post categories like ships, etc.
02| IC wank is +++. OOC is a big fat no.
03| Go for it, make some trouble, leave lots of comments. This is more fun the more comment everyone gets, so go post to everyone and everything.

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[towerjunkie]

I've said something that offends thee? Tell me, I beg.

[girl_at_the_window]

No. No, it's...

Gods. Everything offends me, today. It ain't thee.

Only it ain't about whether we're women, ye kennit?

[towerjunkie]

Though... ye are women?

[ where's bert to punch him in the face when he needs it ]

[girl_at_the_window]

[Sometimes, she forgets what an idiot she fell in love with. But, you know what? That's on her. Should have remembered that from the first time they danced.]

Aye. We're women. But that ain't why we're arguing. And it sure as shit ain't why we don't stop when we're asked.

[towerjunkie]

[ his forehead wrinkles as he works through that. he's still not sure it entirely makes sense, but he trusts Susan and knows himself. there's things outside his purview that he doesn't always see very well


cautiously: ] I ought not have said t'wouldn't work to tell Flagg's women to stop simply because they were women.

[girl_at_the_window]

[He's slow, but he gets there in the end. She sighs.]

Aye. Just so.

And it ain't just "Flagg's women", neither. I ain't one such.

[towerjunkie]

Yet-- [ it were flagg's women who were--

he stops himself. likely that won't do either, roland figures ]

Then I beg thy pardon again, Susan Delgado. I'd not thought speaking as such would cause offense. And I thank thee too. Seems my lessons back in Gilead were lacking.

[girl_at_the_window]

Ain't that what I told 'ee back when we first met? For the second time, I mean.

[She's just saying. Seems to her his education missed out some pretty crucial manners, and it always has seemed that way.]

[towerjunkie]

[ with surprise and then fondness ]

Yes. Thou did at that. But as my friends are fond of telling me, I'm like a mule when it comes to learning. Stubborn and slow as anything.

[girl_at_the_window]

Ye'd think all those years in between might do it, even so.

[She's smiling, though, with an answering sort of fondness.]

Still, I guess there's summat to be said for a good mule.

[towerjunkie]

[ He doesn't want to ruin the mood by telling her that not long after he'd lost her, Bert and Alain too were lost to him. ]

Aye. For mule-ing, there's none better.

[girl_at_the_window]

Ye can be a mule, and I'll be a pony, and we'll get along just fine.