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𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕔𝕙 ([personal profile] nightwash) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2022-09-03 06:16 pm

[ OPEN ] the royal and the soil in me can't reconcile who's to blame.

WHO: Ronan Lynch & whoever
WHAT: Ronan prepares for war.
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Post-Nocwich
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[personal profile] impressionism 2022-10-25 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The problem with it all is that Hennessy doesn't want Kylo's help; not merely for Ronan's sake. She's tired of being indebted to someone who'd just as soon kill her if Ronan said the word. She'd rather take her own chances with Thornean justice and die with her pride intact.

For a moment her eyes flash defiance and she looks ready to spit in both their faces. But she's not going down for something she didn't do, not the way she's being accused of. Lord knows she's done enough all on her own.

"I fucked up the spell, but I'm not anyone's spy. Wouldn't you have picked up on it by now if I were, o mind reader who shares a living space with me?"

She may be petty, angry and half-suicidal most days, but she's not stupid.
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[personal profile] photophobic 2022-11-01 07:56 am (UTC)(link)

What Kylo doesn't say is that he knows exactly what dreamers are capable of, and that if she wanted to conceal her actions from a telepath all she would have to do is imagine something that could— and for a few reasons, really. Mainly, it just isn't a good idea to put anything like that in her head. It doesn't serve him. Of course, it would also enrage her. Hennessy hates to be reminded of the abilities she could possess if only she could push past the Lace by herself, and while Kylo considers her lingering dysfunction some kind of affront to his own beliefs he has to admit it is... useful. If she were freed of her limitations while still harbouring this bitter mistrust of Thorne, he'd have little choice but to take care of the problem. And that could be complicated in ways he isn't willing to examine until forced.

Instead, he waits for Ronan to finish spitting venom of his own, looming solid and immovable. His eyes don't stray from Hennessy's face, and he speaks up swiftly once Ronan is done, cutting off the customary returning monologue full of empty bluster before she has the chance to unleash it.

"There isn't room for ambivalence," he says. "No neutrality. No middle path. If you are to survive— if any of us are to survive, Thorne must prevail. Do you understand?"