[ only — there are some wants she should be ashamed of craving, some things she's taken that she should feel sickly guilty over enjoying. unseen, she pauses, mouth pursing. ]
wisdom you should follow if i can do it so can you probably even better than i can
[ while it's true, it's also — predictably — alina's way of rerouting this conversation away from herself and back onto clara. ]
okay, so new tactic take what you want and enjoy it from someone who won't make it complicated? as long as you both know what you want from it people in the first army tumbled each other all the time without making it uncomfortable
it's really only a matter of time before the doctor realizes he's madly in love with you and comes running, anyway
[ a rhetorical question, alina presumes, in all of its soft surprise; for all of clara's shaken insecurities, there's a momentum to her existence that seems unstoppable — aware of what she wants and barreling toward it. but it still serves as a shock to alina's system, any time she's the object of anyone's want. ]
you're my friend you'll always be my friend it doesn't have to be any more complicated than that
rhys allows me the freedom of being with whoever i want to be with but i should warn you i don't know what i'm doing
[Alina gives a proper response, and Clara is left unsure how to proceed. She had been expecting Alina to give a more flustered answer and change the subject. It takes Clara a moment to respond.]
i don't know what i want
or what i truly need
i've been out of sorts since coming back to the ximilia a couple of months ago. i've been so desperate to not be alone, to feel truly alive again, that i've made so many wrong and reckless choices without considering how they impacted the people around me
but i do know i can't just go from talking about loving the doctor to trying to bed the woman that's become my closest friend here. even if i could teach you plenty about how to be with a woman
i understand i don't want you to add me to a pile of choices you regret, either
you have time to decide what it is you want in your new life, whatever that ends up being i don't think any of us are ever good at knowing what we need, though
[ even then, alina would rather suffer that uncertainty than endure the choice being made for her. she taps a finger on her knee, unsure of how to awkwardly proceed in comforting clara after that twist in the conversation, before she settles on: ]
whichever choices you do make, know that you're not alone
[for her part, there's absolutely no awkwardness that Clara feels. these are just normal conversations that ladies have with their close friends, she assumes.]
fair enough i wouldn't want to embarrass you after you suffered such an embarrassing defeat against my cake forces i'll be sure not to mention it again
oh, i don't think i bested you. i know i bested you a master of cake warfare is nothing next to a goddess of cake warfare better luck next time, mrs. doctor
ribbons for your hair, i'm assuming? i suppose if we run out of things to bet, then secrets are a fair exchange for losing fortunately for me, i picked up a few card tricks in braccia
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wisdom you should follow
if i can do it so can you
probably even better than i can
[ while it's true, it's also — predictably — alina's way of rerouting this conversation away from herself and back onto clara. ]
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Judging by the way things went with Kovacs? I'm not so sure I agree with that assertion.
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take what you want and enjoy it from someone who won't make it complicated?
as long as you both know what you want from it
people in the first army tumbled each other all the time without making it uncomfortable
it's really only a matter of time before the doctor realizes he's madly in love with you and comes running, anyway
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will you make it complicated?
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[ a rhetorical question, alina presumes, in all of its soft surprise; for all of clara's shaken insecurities, there's a momentum to her existence that seems unstoppable — aware of what she wants and barreling toward it. but it still serves as a shock to alina's system, any time she's the object of anyone's want. ]
you're my friend
you'll always be my friend
it doesn't have to be any more complicated than that
rhys allows me the freedom of being with whoever i want to be with
but i should warn you i don't know what i'm doing
[ wait — ]
with women, i mean
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i don't know what i want
or what i truly need
i've been out of sorts since coming back to the ximilia a couple of months ago. i've been so desperate to not be alone, to feel truly alive again, that i've made so many wrong and reckless choices without considering how they impacted the people around me
but i do know i can't just go from talking about loving the doctor to trying to bed the woman that's become my closest friend here. even if i could teach you plenty about how to be with a woman
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i don't want you to add me to a pile of choices you regret, either
you have time to decide what it is you want in your new life, whatever that ends up being
i don't think any of us are ever good at knowing what we need, though
[ even then, alina would rather suffer that uncertainty than endure the choice being made for her. she taps a finger on her knee, unsure of how to awkwardly proceed in comforting clara after that twist in the conversation, before she settles on: ]
whichever choices you do make, know that you're not alone
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you have no idea how grateful i am to have you
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cake warfare aside
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i wouldn't want to embarrass you after you suffered such an embarrassing defeat against my cake forces
i'll be sure not to mention it again
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you think you bested me?
me, clara oswald, master of cake warfare?
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a master of cake warfare is nothing next to a goddess of cake warfare
better luck next time, mrs. doctor
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and i demand satisfaction
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shall i find you a stool so you can reach my face?
[ alina, you're only two inches taller. ]
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you can't be taller than me if I knock you to the floor
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isn't that the equivalent of climbing a mountain for you?
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and right now spite is the only motivation my small legs and i need
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alright, defeat me if you can
but first you have to catch me 😊
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when i already have two other jobs here to keep up with
which reminds me
are you popping by the saloon after your performance tonight?
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i can find time to stop by
do you want me to bring anything?
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bring some of those ribbons you have laying about in your dressing room
and things you don't mind betting. we're playing cards tonight
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ribbons for your hair, i'm assuming?
i suppose if we run out of things to bet, then secrets are a fair exchange for losing
fortunately for me, i picked up a few card tricks in braccia
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