Tell me do you think I'm dumb?

[iphigeneia]

Who| Felicity & Open
What| The TV special reveals that Eponine has been sneaking around behind Felicity's back. Let's just say she's not happy about it.
Where| D2 Suite ; D3 ; Training room ;
When| Anytime after the Caesar Flickerman TV special.
Warnings/Notes| Open to everyone, tag in however you like!

D2 Suites

Felicity wasn't just livid when she saw the broadcast footage of Eponine cuddled up with Grantaire. She was humiliated, utterly. At last, she'd started to come to terms with herself, with her attraction to women, lowered herself to Eponine's level, and now what had Eponine done? She'd carried on with a man! With Grantaire, of all men! The indignity of it all! Felicity could scream, she was so appalled by everything.

"I'll kill them both!" She declared to no one in particular as soon as the mandatory viewing period had passed. "Those awful creatures deserve each other!"


D3 Suites

She entered the third floor suite uninvited, not caring at all if her presence there was unwelcome at all. She was angry and she was going to make that rage known to whoever she happened to come across first. And then, when she was done, she'd find that troll of a human, Grantaire, and beat the hell out of him. And when she was done with that, she'd tell Eponine exactly what she thought of her. And then Felicity would be satisfied and superior once more, and all would be right with the world.


Training Room

Once she was sufficiently calmed, she made her way to the training facilities. She'd been bested by Roland last time, unable to use her weapons skills against someone who was simply stronger and faster than she was. It was something she'd need to work on. What good was a dagger or a bow if she was pinned down beneath a man who had the strength to keep her down.

She still was a bit clueless when it came to strength training, but she would work on it on and off by herself, peppering in her routines of fencing and archery as needed to liven things up. Four Arenas in a row she'd made it to the end. Arena 13 she would win, so help her God.

Comments

[iphigeneia]

"Clearly," Felicity says, trying to muster up some pride again. "But she's betrayed her promise to me, and before everyone. I can't let that stand. I can't."

[revocation]

"It's a dire thing, to break a promise," Cullen agrees soberly. He shakes his head, however. "Still, if she has any conscience, I would think cutting off contact with her should prove the error of her ways. She's now a known oathbreaker - whatever reputation she may have had, that should do away with it, don't you think? It is her own honor that has been sullied."

[iphigeneia]

She looks him over, the harsh intensity in her eyes faltering slightly. "You... you don't think that it reflects on my character to have associated with someone like that?"

[revocation]

"Not at all," he says, raising his eyebrows a little. "I think we've all misjudged someone at one time or another. It hardly reflects on you except perhaps that you made a mistake. Which is something we all do."

[iphigeneia]

Felicity is quite certain Cullen doesn't understand the full impact of his words, but she is grateful to hear them regardless. "Thank you. I needed to hear as much, sir."

[revocation]

"Of course," he says politely, sketching her a faint bow. "Er, my name is Cullen, miss -?"

[iphigeneia]

"Worthington," she answers, a bit of her typical pride returning at last. "Felicity Worthington, of London. I apologize that our introduction is under such unhappy circumstances, sir."

[revocation]

"I've certainly encountered worse," he mutters, but he smiles faintly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, regardless. Do you - perhaps some tea might help calm you?"

Tea helps him sometimes, at least.

[iphigeneia]

"That would be lovely." A year ago she would have huffed at the notion of needing to calm herself, but perhaps he was right. A deep breath and a cup of tea might do wonders for her disposition. It's a pleasant reminder of England, at any rate. "I do hope you won't think me a reactive fool for all of this nonsense."

[revocation]

"You've clearly had a shock," Cullen says with a shrug. "I see nothing foolish in that. It's... a terrible way to find out such a thing."

Well, he thinks the bright, flashing screens are pretty terrible in general, so. But he knows his way around the suite well enough by now to know where the tea things are kept, at least. Small favors, and all that.

[iphigeneia]

She nodded, dignity slowly returning. "This is all so awful, but it is a small comfort to know that this could have been all the worse. After all, I still have a shred of pride. I am not ignoble. I'm not a liar or a thief or a cheat. I still have that, at least."

[revocation]

"You're not to blame if someone wrongs you," Cullen insists. "The person who did the deed is the one who should be ashamed, not you. It's not your character that's come into question when someone betrays your trust."

[iphigeneia]

Felicity purses her lips, life returning to her to her features. "Thank you. I needed to hear as much, I think. You are a gentleman. Truly."

[revocation]

Cullen waves it off. "I'm sure there are plenty who would argue with that, but frankly, those... reports seem designed for the sole purpose of upsetting their targets. If nothing else, it seems wise not to give them the satisfaction."