aeneia: (Default)
a e n e i a . ([personal profile] aeneia) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch2017-05-18 12:17 pm

& open gen post iv.

OPEN POST ( IV. )
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vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-01-25 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By the slight incredulous tone in his voice, he doesn't. Not entirely. ]

You'd listen if a man ordered you to dress differently? You wouldn't just run him through?
shri: (» sparking up my heart)

[personal profile] shri 2018-01-26 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ She starts to laugh - ow, ow, ow. Shaking her head, and it isn't something she should laugh at, but at least he knows that about her. ]

Naturally, once it became bad enough. I would true enough. [ Then she waves him off, shaking her head as she quiets. ] But that would certainly serve me well, wouldn't? Marry a prominent man, then kill him because a wife would not listen to her husband about what this land as a whole considers decent.

How do you think that would pass here?
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-01-26 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you could get away with it if you murdered him in the right way.

[ He gives a little sigh. ]

Poison. Not being obvious and lopping his head off.
shri: (» oh tell me then)

[personal profile] shri 2018-01-26 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ And that there is there difference. She goes hard, direct. Perhaps this is why she lost her wars, lost her kingdom. Her jaw sets and rolls against itself. ]

I would never. If a man dishonoured men, he will be killed for it, and all shall know why it has happened. I do not use poison to do my work.
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-01-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A little sigh. ]

Why? What difference does it make to him?
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

I think I fucked up that last tag but I am not sure where laughs

[personal profile] shri 2018-01-31 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Because I do not use poison. I make my grieves known as plain as any man. [ She sighs, deeper - not so much at Byerly. But at this - all of this. She thought her life done with this but... ]

... So is that to be my choice? Go through husbands, killing them when they dishonour me, treat me poorly until I find one that will treat me as I deserve? How do you suppose that will serve me?