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TAAKO

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If you'd asked me that like a month ago I would've had a different answer.

[It's a yes now. There are a few people he's loathe to leave but... he's tired.]

I'm ready to get back to my fucking life.

[For better or worse.]

[scholiast]

(She nods, mulling that over for a moment. It's true that a whole lot has happened with him lately; she's not surprised his answer has changed, in that regard.)

I'll miss you, when you go.

(If he goes. If he goes before her. There are a lot of stipulations here but Lucretia can't be bothered voicing them. She's just trying to be sincere.)

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You'll see me again, even if it'll be different.

[Taako is self-aware enough to realize that without the environment of the Quarantine, their relationship won't be the same back in Fearun. What he can't say is whether it'll be better or worse. Maybe it'll be neither, just.... different.]

[scholiast]

I know.

(But she'll still miss him, she always misses him when he goes. Kinda like a cycle he died during; Taako's absence from their group is invariably noticeable, every time. Besides, if she is going back to post-Wonderland, she'll have another ten years to go without him and the thought of that is incredibly sobering.

She lets go of his hand.) Okay. I think I do need to blow stuff up now.

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[In response, Taako straights up and gestures at the forest in front of them.]

Be my guest, bubbale, I'll be on fire extinguisher duty.

[scholiast]

(She snorts, and takes another sip of the Pisco before she stands up.

Maybe it's residual annoyance left over from what's been happening recently, all the butting in and messing around from Gramarye, but she doesn't have any hesitance over casting a couple spells to let off steam.

Until she casts chain lightning at a tree and splits it in half with an extremely loud crack. The sound is satisfying (as is the newly ruptured form of the tree in a weird, arty way), but she immediately just feels guilty for purposefully fucking up nature. It's not the tree's fault she's having a strange week.)

No, (she sighs,) actually, this is– weird, I change my mind.

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[Taako isn't too surprised when Lucretia loses steam on this one, since he was feeling pretty similar.]

I think we fucked it up with the walk, should've just popped straight out here and started fucking shit up.

[It's one thing to dive straight into it, but he lost some of his anger during the walk and now it just seems odd.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, we ruined the mood.

(And really, the whole thing is so weird and dumb and performative that she starts to laugh.)

I don't know why I– suggested it, I didn't even really feel like leaving the house. I put on pants.

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[Taako sort of wavers for a moment, biting his bottom lip before he starts laughing as well.]

I dunno, maybe it wasn't terrible to get outta the house.

[scholiast]

(She's still giggling weakly even as she comes to sit back down with him.)

No, it's good. I can only stay cooped up in there for so long. (Feeling that sliver of Taako's laughter through their little link is making her feel better.)

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[This is nice, almost normal and it's a relief not just not feel awful for a few moments that he's willing to ignore the fact he still hasn't forgiven Lucretia. That doesn't matter right now.]

Oh shit.

[It's a oh shit of I have a great idea, as he turns to face Lucretia.]

We should fucking-- let's get dressed to the fucking nines and go to the fanciest place here. We've got the money to burn.

[And Taako sort of misses doing that kind of thing with Rin, they had fun going to hella fancy restaurants and galleries to either mock or rob people. He can do the former with Lucretia.]

[scholiast]

(The suggestion makes her smile properly. Doing stuff like this is a relic from the cycles, before everything went to shit. She'd forgotten up until now how silly her and Taako used to be together. Being here like this, being from the point in time that she is has robbed her of a lot of old comforts.)

Yeah! Yeah, that sounds– let's do it.

(she's not gonna give him time to second guess this)

Back to yours to play dress up, then?

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[Honestly, he doesn't want to second guess himself either, he's just sort of running with what feels good because that's a rare thing the last few weeks.]

Only one of us has a closet full of gowns and it's not fucking you, bubbale.

[This is exactly why he didn't teleport here, because it means he can just grab the bottle of booze and mid-drink teleport the two of them into his bedroom.

It's a little messier than usual, but not as bad as it was when he was cursed.]

[scholiast]

Excuse me, (she starts, but then Taako pulls her along with him as he casts teleport and doesn't even spill any of the Pisco. It's a very classy move. Lucretia rolls her eyes and takes an unceremonious seat on his bed.)

Right. What are our options, then?

(fashion show fashion show fashion show at lunch)

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[Taako hands the bottle back to Lucretia, freeing up his hands to open his closet and start rifling through it.]

I mean, what are we feeling? Rich widows who totally didn't murder our husbands? Vaguely condescending royalty from corrupt kingdoms? Heiresses with more money than sense who still let daddy help them pick outfits? I've got like... I've got a lot.

[Why are those the three categories]

[scholiast]

(She takes a big sip cuz she's gonna need it.

Hmmmmmm)

Okay: I want something that says... retired billionaire artist that lives in the mountains with her various lovers. She's unveiling her first exhibit after decades of radio silence, and all of the works are very tasteful, yet extremely passionate nudes. Go.

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[There's some thoughtful humming as Taako rifles through his clothes.]

If you were Lup I'd say that's a tits out kinda look but I know you better.

[Lup isn't afraid of a tits out look but Lucretia is a bit more modest.

So instead he fishes out a dress to toss on the bed for her consideration.]

That with a fucking statement necklace, something high, like a heavy choker. And boots, still tossing up on ankle or knee cause you could make both work.

[scholiast]

This is the non tits out option?

(It's very pretty though. She gives the fabric a little stroke.)

... Knee, I think. If we have something heavy at the top we should have something heavy at the bottom, right.

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[Taako just sort of raises an eyebrow because of course that's the tits in option; he doesn't have tits to worry about so a lot of his dresses are low cut and open at the chest.]

That's not like, a hard and fast rule but knee highs are a little more of a power move under sheer dresses so it fits with your whole thing.

[scholiast]

Right, right. (She's thinking of this in terms of composition: like it's a painting.

The dress is extremely sheer, isn't it. She resists the urge to scratch at the beading.)

What are you wearing?

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[Taako knows Lucretia; the next thing he tosses at her is a white slip that she can wear under the dress.]

I get that like, re-using an outfit is supposed to be a taboo but fuck it, you know?

[Which is why he grabs one of the dresses he wore to the masquerade.]

[scholiast]

(She catches the slip gratefully; she loves him very much.)

When it looks like that, you can re-use it as much as you want.

[spellslots]

Right? It's not like I'm wearing it on a date with the same person or whatever.

[Hm. Bad word choice, but he powers through it.]

This is the sorta shit that needs a real elaborate hairdo but ya boy can't be fucked, what about a tight ponytail?

[scholiast]

Again, when you look like that, I think you're allowed to do whatever you want. I think that's what the rule is maybe.

Please tell me you have some big chunky rings that I can borrow.

[spellslots]

Are you hitting on me, pumpkin?

[It's said with a wink as he makes his way towards the en-suite (after a brief stop at his dresser to grab sheer-dress-appropriate underwear), not bothering to close the door, just ducking out of sight so he can get changed.]

This is gonna sound weird but I don't own a single piece of jewellery.

[hm]