[she's done moving those color TVs and humming a Mark Knopfler solo in her head in time to go track down Kurt, and other than having done a fair amount of heavy lifting, she seems pretty okay. her brow is sweating and her arms are gonna ache in the morning, but that's it. for now.]
Yeah. Wie geh—uh, what's up? You got everything figured out with my sword?
[she reaches for it just because she wants to have it back in her hand. there's nothing she's going to need it for, hopefully, but she wants it.]
Totes! It's clean as a whistle now! [He says responds affirmatively as he looks at the blade. ...But as she reaches for it, he tries to pull it back out of her reach.]
[she doesn't seem especially amused by these antics, insofar as she's amused by anything. there's a tugging at her chest, inside her body, and she's just distracted enough by Kurt's bullshit to ignore how the warmth that's been radiating through her is originating from her dominant hand now.]
What are you, five? Give me my fucking sword back!
Uh-uh-uh! [He taunts further, sweating slightly as he tries to hide how terrified he really is.]
I know you're not the one who really wants it. Not as much as your little buddy! And who could blame 'im? This sword is some prime real estate! Nice and warm and cozy and strong and... sharp? [He shrugs and waggles the sword around in a tantalizing manner.]
[this is fucking stupid. even as she realizes what he's doing, because he's not being the slightest bit subtle about it, she feels the fire spread to her fingertips, then jump from her body into the sword, and suddenly all the warmth and the swagger and the confidence leaves her, and she's just. hovering there, in midair.]
[it takes her a second to realize that the spirit is gone. her wings aren't gone yet, but. she doesn't feel... right, right now. her eyes meet his, and she's trying very, very hard not to give him an emotion to read.]
[Success!! Kurt leaps up into the air victoriously as the sword returns to the sword! And then he waggles a finger towards the still-flying lady in response.]
Come on! You know that having that thing couldn't have been good news. I did you a solid! ...Please don't hurt me.
Yeah, well. It was part of me. So you tricked both of us.
[she looks down at her sword. is Kurt even going to let her touch it? what if the spirit jumps back into her? she'll bounce back from this, but right now she's... this isn't how it was supposed to go.]
Congratulations. You happy now? Now that there's no more mean, nasty fire spirit inside of little ol' defenseless Anna?
[It isn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for. He shakes his head nervously as he takes a step back.]
A-actually feeling a little conflicted right now. But hey, it wasn't like that. You don't seem defenseless at all... I bet you could kick my butt to next Tuesday if you wanted!
It's... [she pinches the bridge of her nose. at least Kurt being a moron is keeping her mind off this.] It's called sarcasm. It's a thing I do? All the time?
[maybe it's for the best. it's defused her desire to be a depressed sack of shit for the moment.]
It wasn't hurting me. You have a lot of fucking gall if you think you can tell me what I get to do with myself.
Right! Sarcasm. I- I get it. Sarcasm's great! [Well, not so great now. Now it's more part of the scariness! And making him question his decision.]
B-but it's not like that! The fire was... like... It had to have been bad news, even if you couldn't tell! I thought that... it was telling you what to do, you know?
[she can't give a good answer. it was pulling her in certain directions, guiding her towards being looser with her words and emotions, but it's hard to tell whether it was making her do those things. and she doesn't want to think about it.]
You don't get to decide. Not unless you actually knew what was going on. Did you talk to anyone back at the hearths, or did you just decide you were going to do the "right thing"?
I- I did talk to them! That's how I knew how to get it out...
[He looks at the floor, feeling more unsure than ever. He can't even pun at a time like this, or he'd say something about hitting close to the hearth.]
Sorry. But I did what I did. And you're possession-free now! Isn't... that good? [He's not used to this kind of reaction to his attempts at heroic antics. Not even on the tv show he used to be on!]
[is it good? she doesn't feel great about it, but she's not sure whether that's because she's angry at someone else making a choice for her or if it's more that she's just. missing something.]
I don't know. But yeah, you did what you did. I can't change that. And you were... coming at it from the right place, I guess. There's just a lot of stuff you don't know.
[she's trying to keep herself at an even keel. she made this bed herself because she refuses to let people in. and she's not going to start now, but she can at least own up to it.]
Sorry. It's not your fault that I'm... like this. I don't like people making choices for me. Especially if they say it's for my own good.
Hey... No need to be sorry. I- I get it. I don't like people deciding things for me either. Especially when my parents want to run my life. It's totally bogus, you know?
["then you should've known" flashes in her head, but she doesn't say it. she even keeps the scowl inherent in that thought off her face, just because her emotions are all still completely out of whack.]
At least you get where I'm coming from. Look, this is gonna be... bad for a while, I think. With me. I might need to go try to figure my own shit out.
[she glances at her sword, then bends down and picks it up. the spirit seems happy where it is.]
I'll bring this back to the hearths. You gonna be okay here?
Yeah, I'll be fine. [He reassures her with a hint of a smile.] Nothing to worry about here!
Take your time and do what you need to do. [After a beat, he nervously adds] I-if that's what you wanna do, I mean! This isn't an order or anything. You can do whatever you want!
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no worries!!
Yeah. Wie geh—uh, what's up? You got everything figured out with my sword?
[she reaches for it just because she wants to have it back in her hand. there's nothing she's going to need it for, hopefully, but she wants it.]
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Ha ha, real funny. For real.
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Right, right. For realsies!
[He starts to hold it out towards her, but once again he quickly yanks it back.]
Man, you must really want this!
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[she doesn't seem especially amused by these antics, insofar as she's amused by anything. there's a tugging at her chest, inside her body, and she's just distracted enough by Kurt's bullshit to ignore how the warmth that's been radiating through her is originating from her dominant hand now.]
What are you, five? Give me my fucking sword back!
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I know you're not the one who really wants it. Not as much as your little buddy! And who could blame 'im? This sword is some prime real estate! Nice and warm and cozy and strong and... sharp? [He shrugs and waggles the sword around in a tantalizing manner.]
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[it takes her a second to realize that the spirit is gone. her wings aren't gone yet, but. she doesn't feel... right, right now. her eyes meet his, and she's trying very, very hard not to give him an emotion to read.]
...Why did you do that.
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Come on! You know that having that thing couldn't have been good news. I did you a solid! ...Please don't hurt me.
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[she can't really think of the right words to say. her feet feel strange on the ground.]
I'm not going to hurt you. I don't want to. [her wings fold up behind her.] You tricked me into getting rid of it.
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...Sorry. I- I didn't want to trick you. I was more aiming to trick the fire spirit. From asking around, that seemed to be the only way to stop this.
[After a moment's pause, he silently lays the sword down on the ground near her.]
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[she looks down at her sword. is Kurt even going to let her touch it? what if the spirit jumps back into her? she'll bounce back from this, but right now she's... this isn't how it was supposed to go.]
Congratulations. You happy now? Now that there's no more mean, nasty fire spirit inside of little ol' defenseless Anna?
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A-actually feeling a little conflicted right now. But hey, it wasn't like that. You don't seem defenseless at all... I bet you could kick my butt to next Tuesday if you wanted!
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[maybe it's for the best. it's defused her desire to be a depressed sack of shit for the moment.]
It wasn't hurting me. You have a lot of fucking gall if you think you can tell me what I get to do with myself.
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B-but it's not like that! The fire was... like... It had to have been bad news, even if you couldn't tell! I thought that... it was telling you what to do, you know?
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[she can't give a good answer. it was pulling her in certain directions, guiding her towards being looser with her words and emotions, but it's hard to tell whether it was making her do those things. and she doesn't want to think about it.]
You don't get to decide. Not unless you actually knew what was going on. Did you talk to anyone back at the hearths, or did you just decide you were going to do the "right thing"?
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[He looks at the floor, feeling more unsure than ever. He can't even pun at a time like this, or he'd say something about hitting close to the hearth.]
Sorry. But I did what I did. And you're possession-free now! Isn't... that good? [He's not used to this kind of reaction to his attempts at heroic antics. Not even on the tv show he used to be on!]
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[is it good? she doesn't feel great about it, but she's not sure whether that's because she's angry at someone else making a choice for her or if it's more that she's just. missing something.]
I don't know. But yeah, you did what you did. I can't change that. And you were... coming at it from the right place, I guess. There's just a lot of stuff you don't know.
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I... can be kinda clueless. [He scratches at his head uncertainly.] And I don't know a lot about you, right.
...Maybe I should just focus on putting these guys away for now.
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[she's trying to keep herself at an even keel. she made this bed herself because she refuses to let people in. and she's not going to start now, but she can at least own up to it.]
Sorry. It's not your fault that I'm... like this. I don't like people making choices for me. Especially if they say it's for my own good.
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Hey... No need to be sorry. I- I get it. I don't like people deciding things for me either. Especially when my parents want to run my life. It's totally bogus, you know?
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At least you get where I'm coming from. Look, this is gonna be... bad for a while, I think. With me. I might need to go try to figure my own shit out.
[she glances at her sword, then bends down and picks it up. the spirit seems happy where it is.]
I'll bring this back to the hearths. You gonna be okay here?
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Take your time and do what you need to do. [After a beat, he nervously adds] I-if that's what you wanna do, I mean! This isn't an order or anything. You can do whatever you want!
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Too far in the other direction, you nerd. Chill out. I'm not going to take a swing at you or anything if you're saying we're good here.
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We will be. Once I have time to process everything. Don't worry about it.
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