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cw: discussion of rape

[dendarii]

[ Probably for the best; Miles gets pretty worked up about this topic. Also pretend that "man" was "men" in that previous comment. Aral sure did kill two dudes, plural. ]

She committed suicide. And my mother killed Ges during his attempt to rape her.

i'm gonna steer away from ges to avoid tagging about assault!! just so you know

[flashystyle]

[After a stretch of silence, his tone drops to downright solemn.]

How is your mother, now?

thumbs up

[dendarii]

[ Miles' own tone relaxes a bit at that; Dorian taking him seriously does much to soothe his ruffled feathers. ]

Better for having outlived him. [ A beat. ] Da became Regent shortly after my conception. It was never something he wanted, though, and he gave it up gladly upon Gregor's majority.

[flashystyle]

He became Prime Minister, wasn't it? Was he any happier with that?

[dendarii]

He seems to be, yes. Given I don't think he'll ever retire from public life in some form or another.

[flashystyle]

Seems rather difficult to, with that kind of reputation.

I'm sorry. I probably wasn't the wisest to take that all at face value.

[dendarii]

[ Another pause; Miles is quieter now, a bit appreciative. ]

If it helps, Byerly believes he has the truth of it. He's not lying, but he is wrong.

[ And so is Miles, in ways he doesn't realize; the truth is somewhere in between. ]

[flashystyle]

[Dorian internally notes that the entirety of it is probably lost with the rest of the world. Oh well.]

I hope it doesn't make things too difficult between the two of you.

[dendarii]

[ Another faint snort at that. ]

We would fight regardless, probably. Though it is an obvious sore spot.

[flashystyle]

It's difficult to imagine what you fight over. You're both so... nondescript.

[dendarii]

...

That may be the first time anyone has called me nondescript.

[flashystyle]

Truly? But you're so... well, that.

[dendarii]

You've seen me. In person.

[flashystyle]

And?

[dendarii]

How many grown men have you seen that are as short as I?

[flashystyle]

There are entire civilizations of dwarves where I come from, Miles.

[dendarii]

[ Another pause at that, Miles is genuinely surprised. ]

A whole race? A fantasy sort, like elves and suchlike?

[flashystyle]

[Oh, Miles, you naïve, sophisticated newborn baby. Dorian can't help but laugh at that.]

Yes, of the fantasy sort. Elves, too. A large, horned race called qunari. Werewolves. Dragons. Demons.

[dendarii]

[ LOOK. Look. He comes from a (mostly) hard sci fi canon. This is some wild shit for him. ]

Good god.

[flashystyle]

You lot really don't have anything besides your weapons. I can't imagine how dreadfully boring it is.

[dendarii]

We get creative with our weapons, obviously.

[flashystyle]

Do you want to go camping? I can show you more than just some wisps if we spend an evening. As much as I abhor tents.

[dendarii]

...

You mean magic? More magic.

[ Sounds kind of like a pickup line, Dorian. ]

[flashystyle]

[Miles is an actual child? Please??]

You're flattering yourself, young man. Yes, more magic.

[dendarii]

[ Waaaay too fuckin young, that's for sure. Maybe if he ever catches up with Byerly. ]

I just wanted to be clear. I've no interest in men anyway.