thecapitol | A dream I dreamed // OPEN

Who: The Disciple & Anyone
What: Exploring the center from the elevator doors
Where:Training Center Elevator/Any Floor
When: Today, anytime
Warnings: Probably tears.

Too many hands had touched her this morning for comfort. A woman used to living alone and running if people came too close was not suited to strange aliens manhandling her or others insisting that her clothing be changed. Her hissing and tearing at the clothing they pressed at her just got hurt scared looks and she felt a pang. No stronger than grubs, these creatures with their clothes and devices held out pleadingly. Eventually guilt and a sense of inevitability made her take the clothes she was offered and let them pull the knots from her hair.

They called themselves humans when she asked. Humans. Aliens. Was she merely a creature to them, to be kept for their amusement, killing and playing their games. Hardly. She pulled on the only thing she had managed to save from their hands, a long skin and fur cape, and held it closed over the clothing. As much as she liked the leather and fur that adorned her outfit, she almost wanted to tear it off.

The Disciple did, at least, want to find out where she was being kept beyond these rooms. A way out was probably too much to ask at this point, given that they had subdued her before. Their words and explanations flew over her head, things she didn't know of or understand. They at least managed to explain the elevator to her and when she asked if she was to merely stay here, they encouraged her to go look around. Technology she didn't quite understand swept her up and down until her stomach was queasy and at each new floor, she surveyed the area from the elevator doors and occasionally stepped off to explore.

She's not as silent as she hopes with new clothes to adjust to and the ding that precedes her at every floor makes any hope of a silent entry impossible.

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There's another considering silence as Nepeta turns the concept over in her head. It's interesting, she has to admit, but she can't really figure out how it would work. Still, she would have been a very poor Heart player if she couldn't at least recognize that it might have worked for them.

"Well... I suppawse if it worked it can't have been too bad."

"As I said, it wouldn't work fur everyone. It...simply worked for us." There's a little pause, of course it was weird. Weird and strange but perfect for them.

"Is there anyone in your quadrants?"

Weird, yes. But weird isn't always bad, and besides, Nepeta is pretty sure the Disciple wouldn't lie about it not working. (It's still strange, of course, but that's probably not going to change for a while.)

"Well... maybe," she answers after a moment. "We haven't really talked about it yet, though."

"Oh...is it sort of on the fence or just assumed as a quadrant without really talking about it." Honestly, she could sympathize with both. Pretty common problems in the romance world.

"It's meowre that we haven't really talked about if we actually are?" Nepeta answered after a moment of silence. "But we did go out together the once, if that means anything."

"Well I suppose it's better sometimes to let things happen as they might. But you might have to make a move at some point. Or, well, you know, ask if it's a relationship or just a fling."

She pauses, "Red, black or pale?"

There's another moment of silence at that. Nepeta knows what it is, of course, but actually saying it out loud is something that she has yet to get accustomed to, if only because she's still a little hung up on her flushcrush on Karkat.

"Well," she begins, "it's not black and it can't be pale beclaws I already have Equius for that. So I guess it's red."

She watches that reaction, hears what the words don't exactly say. Is it awkward because they haven't talked about it or for some other reason entirely?

"Ah--if you don't talk about red, it's hard to be sure that's what is, hmn?" She smiles faintly, "Is there something else?"

"Not really," Nepeta answers, a little bit too hastily for it to be entirely true. Fortunately, perhaps, she seems to recognize this point, and it isn't long at all before she speaks up again, presumably largely in an effort to clarify things.

"Not anything that would go anywhere, anyway."

Oh--her heart hurts a little and she bites her lip. She had worried about things herself honestly, about things that might go somewhere and things that might not. The feeling of wondering if she should even try if nothing would go anywhere. Wondering if it might go anywhere at all.

"Unrequited?"

There's a sad little nod at the Disciple's question. She's kind enough to respect his wishes, and not ask for something that is clearly never going to be, but even if it is just a stupid wiggler crush it's not so easy to get over it. True, there's never been time, but it's not like she hasn't still held on to the hope and that has made it maybe harder than it should be to get used to what's going on between her and Cuthbert (even if it's not bad at all, what they're doing).

"I don't think it was efur going to go anywhere."

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"Oh...I don't think you should give up on anything but don't let it stop you from being happy with someone else. If it's truly truly unrequited, you'll move past it. No quadrant is easy to give up on, no crush is easy to leave, but only time helps."

Sometimes sweeps, sometimes a mere perigree or two, but all things pass in time.

In time, yes. But so far there hasn't been a lot of time, to say nothing of a general lack of people who were any better insofar as actual choices went.

(She knows that's not how quadrants work, but twelve trolls is not really a whole lot, when it comes down to these things.)

"I know. But that nefur makes it easy."

"Well don't let it get you down. It will get better." She ruffles her hair, uncertain if that's even appropriate.

"Even if we're stuck here like this."

"I"ll try not to," Nepeta answers with a nod. She has something else to focus on now, and that'll help in the long run. She just has to actually get used to the idea first, or more so, at the very least.

A dream I dreamed // OPEN

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