RUBILYKSKOYE INBOX.

[erosive]

ZOECHKA

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

Comments

[lascivient]

Maybe I forgive you.

[erosive]

[ She sounds greatly amused. ]

For?

[lascivient]

Getting my brother lost in the void.

[erosive]

[ There goes the amusement! ]

I didn't lead him into the Void and leave him there, Aegon.

I went in after him many times. Did you?

[lascivient]

I was told such behavior was foolish, and I had my mother to think of.

[ Wow, Zoya found that sore spot quick. ]

[erosive]

I'm surprised someone like you would do as you're told.

[ Is there a compliment in there somewhere? Or a backhand? Zoya doesn't care to elaborate. His words hardly affect her. Call her foolish—she did what she was good at, and she'd do it again even for Aegon. ]

Offer me something better unless you want me to remind you of what you've done to me, for which I have yet to hear an apology.

[ Which she doesn't want. ]

[lascivient]

[ He takes longer to respond than usual, and there's a hint of agitation in his words he cannot quite hide. He abandons the topic of his brother's trip altogether, that he can only blame himself for, and hopes she Takes The Hint. ]

What could a lady like you, who has everything, possibly want?

[ He's forgotten whatever it was he's done to Zoya, so it's a good thing an apology is not what she's really after. She's never getting one! ]

[erosive]

[ His tongue cut out. ]

An I.O.U., where you don't complain and don't act like a brat when I ask for it.

[ This is… going to go well as the bannik, isn't it. ]

[lascivient]

I don't know what I could possibly ever do for you, so this seems like an unfair trade. So, I'm entirely for it.

[erosive]

[ Looks like whether he wins or loses by the end of this, Zoya's a winner. :) ]

When did you want to do this?

[lascivient]

I don't know... a handful of times so I can get into fighting shape. [ lol ]

[erosive]

[ He will need a Saint and a half to get him into fighting shape.

… Good thing Zoya is one. 🙂 ]

You'd need to start now and work daily to get into shape in time for the tourney, Aegon.

[lascivient]

Daily? You want to be in my company daily?

[erosive]

[ She does not hate herself that much, my guy. ]

I said you. Surely you can be trusted to take this seriously, or else you're wasting my time.

[lascivient]

I believe I can commit to some serious wrestling practice every day, I won't waste your time.

[erosive]

I'm not seeing you every day, Aegon. [ It feels like it needs to be said???? ] I have my own training to focus on. I intend to win.

[lascivient]

I intend to win as well. [ Not really., ] Name your pace, it's your decision, Zoya. For an I.O.U. Do we have a deal?

[erosive]

In a couple of days, on the outskirts of the woods. If you piss me off, that will be the only time I entertain this notion of yours.

[ So, I guess he's not breathing. ]

We have a deal on those terms.

[lascivient]

[ "If you piss me off" definitely earns a wall squint. Come on, Zoya. ]

Fine. Deal made, then.

[ Mystical lock clicking into place or something. ]

[erosive]

[ Zoya hangs up? disconnects? whatever—she does the equivalent of that because it's better than giving him the chance to start badgering her again.

She's going to regret this so much. ]