goodbye season two of a good show - hello new muse

[afieldsmedal]

Okay, I literally just got Peter out of my head, so I don't need you or anyone else trying to prod around up there.

Now... stop!

Preferably while you're ahead. Because you might think you're pretty witty, but I'm still smarter than you, which is going to make it pretty difficult to 'write me' or - whatever, make me a part of your lame hobby - and if you're going to keep making fun of me in your head you should know I can hear you.

I'm in here too.

[ bleh bleh of the 'now pay me the proper attention a lady of my caliber deserves bleh' variety. ]

Okay? Okay.

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[sassiopath]

[He does have good points from time to time. More often than most want to admit.]

As well I know. They've served me well, haven't they?

[afieldsmedal]

I wouldn't call what you do subtle. [ Sure, it was tricky and sneaky at first. But the general going out of my mind aspect stuck out to her like a sore thumb. ]

[sassiopath]

[He smiled then, a bit wicked and quite a bit impish.]

That would depend on what you know of, wouldn't it?

[afieldsmedal]

[ And a fair bit terrifying as well. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, threatens goosebumps and stiffens her spine. Which Lydia will just idly pass off as standing up all the straighter. ]

It would. I guess I can only speak from one experience.

[sassiopath]

[It was part of Peter's nature he could no longer remember if he'd possessed before the fire. All he knew now was that he liked these games. The manipulation, the teasing, all of it left him delighted when he could hear a heart start racing, the change in a person's breathing. Especially Lydia's.]

Of course, you could always ask. For you, I might answer.

[afieldsmedal]

[ If their conversation was not creepy and uncomfortable to begin with, they were certainly heading toward those turbulent waters. ]

I'm not sure I want to know anymore...

[sassiopath]

[That definitely made himself, head canting to one side.]

You never seemed the type to willingly live in the dark. Pity I was wrong.

[afieldsmedal]

[ Oh, that stings. Or goads. Or perhaps the perfect mixture of both to set her jaw a-grinding, mind a-whirling and tongue recanting. ]

What are your more subtle means of persuasion?

[sassiopath]

I thought you didn't want to know.

[Definitely a bit smarmy in that response.]

Towards you? None at the moment. I've been considering them though. Smoothing over the pains I might have caused you.

[afieldsmedal]

[ She's so put on edge by that response, it's probably tangible. ]

No thank you.

[sassiopath]

[That only seems to set Peter at ease, head cocking to one side.]

You would deny me redemption to make up for what I've done?

[afieldsmedal]

There's no need for it. [ She'd like a few, oh, years worth of apologies and perhaps a few interspersed therapy sessions, but mostly with him out of her head. ]

[sassiopath]

Do you truly believe that? That you, nonetheless I, don't need to work this out?

[afieldsmedal]

Maybe I just believe that nothing you could possibly say would make up for what you did.

[sassiopath]

Do you mean the part where out of all the sniveling followers in this school I could have chosen, I selected the brilliant and capable? Do you have any idea how easy I could have had it if I had? No questions. Blinded loyalty. I didn't chose that though, did I?

I chose you. I hadn't counted on your immunity, but I do find it fascinating.

[afieldsmedal]

If that's supposed to be flattery, you really need to work on your technique.

[sassiopath]

I'm sorry. What part of noting your brilliance wasn... Oh right. I'm only supposed to notice the beautiful face and the sexy body poured into thousand dollar clothes, right? Isn't that how you lock yourself away from the world, hiding how truly talented you are?

[afieldsmedal]

I'm not hiding anything. [ Though as airy, assured and dismissive as she says it, there's a certain resounding hollowness in the words. ]

[sassiopath]

Really? That's so good to know. I can't wait to talk to Jackson and so many others about what a bright mind you have. Now that you're letting them see that.

[Oh but he did love pushing buttons.]

[afieldsmedal]

[ Pushing? Or mashing with all that supernatural strength acutely focused on causing internal conflict and pain and mental anguish? ]

Leave Jackson alone.

[sassiopath]

[All the same to someone like Peter. Lines? Limits? These are not words he is really familiar with.]

Why? He's more ours than yours, don't you think? Well maybe fifty fifty.

How is talking to him about how wonderful you are harming him? What? Would it bruise his delicate ego to know he's crippled mentally next to you?

[afieldsmedal]

[ All signs point to the fact that talking with Peter is plenty harmful, and perhaps physically crippling as well in the long run. ]

He's - plenty talented in his own way.

[sassiopath]

[That is not something Peter, or anyone that has ever met him, could deny.]

Oh, I'm certain he is. Murdering people. Playing lacrosse.

How did that ever become a sport? Does this school not have basketball anymore? Football?

[afieldsmedal]

I think they're more clubs than they are teams now. Lacrosse is better. [ Or rather people are better at lacrosse. Most schools tend to focus more money on the team that wins things than the ones that don't. ]

[sassiopath]

Well at least they aren't trying to call things like chess a sport.

Lacrosse is lame. You only defend it because Jackson. What? Was the quarterback of the football team gay?