stardiving | IC Inbox (Victory Road)

Jesus Christ.

[He guesses that explains Hades and Dirk, though.]

Okay. I get how he thinks that doesn't mean we--you--are people.

But he's still goddamn *wrong*.

Also I have no clue who else to act as referee for us, except maybe you. I trust you to be impartial.

I am still at the point of trying to convince Hythlodaeus that I am not a babe in arms. Tis a work in process.

[That gets a hearty laugh out of him, not that you can hear it over text.]

Impartial? Mayhap. But I have not a great wellspring of *patience*.

He estimated my age at fifty, more or less. I decided thirteen years wasn't worth arguing over. (Twelve, really. I'm not going to do the math for the exact day, but if I were home, I'd have had my birthday already.)

Anyway. Look. If I ever get to the point where I want to hammer out a truce with 'Solus' I'll call on you as referee. Right now, I don't feel like it's worth it, since I don't trust him to act in good faith and he's still sabotaging me at work. But maybe eventually.

When I told him I was thirty-two, he said that he had biscuits in his desk older than I.

[He's just. Not going to comment that he doesn't know exactly when his nameday is. Doesn't even cross his mind, actually.

Though he does sigh, again, not that he can be heard. But hadn't he just said he didn't have the patience?]

Fine. You'd be better served by a rock, but I shall do my utmost.

You're the only one I can think to ask who isn't going to be biased due to best friend status or having fucked one of us at some point. Or both those things in terms of Hythlo.

Also yuck. They'd be *stale* by then.

[Estinien is learning far too much about everyone's sex life here, he does not like it. And he's so not typing 'not for lack of trying' because he doesn't want that out there, no sir.]

Yes, *alright*. Halone preserve, I do not wish to think of anyone's entanglements. Carnal or no.

In my own defense, literally 100% of the relationship drama here is on 'Solus' and his almost certain emotional infidelity.

Tis precisely this manner of thought that does not *help* with coming to a truce. Believe me, I know.

[It's the same sort of petty mistake his ass would make!]

Whatever...drama...he invites, he invites upon himself, it need not concern you. You might be the happier for it if you let it pass you by.

I mean, maybe. But when it ends up with one of my own friends stranded on a beach I can't ignore it *completely*.

And yet is Hythlodaeus not one of *his* friends? And also, may I point out, very certainly knows Solus well enough to judge his character and actions on his own.

If I told you that once my dearest friend tried to kill me in earnest, what would you say to that?

"Holy shit."

and

"Please tell me this was before you were friends."

Nay. Twas not all that long ago, in fact.

Now, you know not the details, only what I have given--only what you know transpired. Would you be as angry with Aymeric on my behalf as you currently are with Solus?

I mean. *Probably*, yeah.

And tis admirable of you to be so loyal to your friends.

[Even if he feels a bit weird putting himself into that box. Look, Aymeric was his only friend for a decent part of his life, and now there's a bunch more in a matter of months, it's a strange adjustment.]

But you ought not be. I forgave him even ere the arrow left his bow, as he had reasons for what he did. Reasons that you would not be able to know.

Solus also has reasons for what he does, even if you do not agree. As does Hythlodaeus. Ask him--does he need you to carry that fury? What gain you from it? What gain he from it?

... I don't know.

Tis something to think about then.

As for the moment, I shall be ready to grant Hythlodaeus access when he arrives--unless he does truly prefer me to do so. So long as no...banana hammocks are in evidence, I shall be fine.

Um.

You know. I honestly can't remember how skimpy his swimsuit was. I was there. I'm sure I saw him. But my mind's just... glossed over what he was wearing.

But I mean, how skimpy can it be?

[And this is why he didn't go to this thing.]

Probably more than I care to see.

A towel it is, then.

Probably for the best, yeah.

[Muttered, but not typed, just a small muttering of "Fury." He's getting a lot of prayer in today.]

Should you wish to stop by, we shall be in the other half of the house. I shall leave the door unlocked.

[And will probably make his escape to the roof the second you get there, he is a little people'd out already.]

Thanks, Estinien. I'm sorry to put you to such trouble.

We'll talk more when I get there?

Tis less trouble than it could be. At least I am not in the middle of the wilderness.

Aye, til then.

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