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This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

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But The Logging Of Addresses Following The Four-Point Specifications Of This Grubnet Is Off As Well
So I Hope You Are At Comfort

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Thats All

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Why not?

[And she hangs there just above Vriska's face waiting for an answer]

[dicey]

Who'd want even more trolls hanging around?

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That would be exactly as cruel as saying humans shouldn't have offspring. Though given their attitudes towards our romantic mores, it wouldn't surprise me if humans didn't want us to procreate either. Besides, it would take sweeps for the mother grub to reach maturity, so by then they couldn't object to our age like they always do now.

[She holds her a little tighter for a longer kiss after all that babble.]

[dicey]

But then what if we went to a world where there weren't trolls?

[Vriska rolls them over so she's on top]

Would you be okay with that?

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[Shrug as she settles both her hands in Vriska's hair.]

I'd still want to try to restore the race if it were permissible. But if it weren't that wouldn't prevent me from going.

[dicey]

Good.

Because I'm not sure I could leave you behind.

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[Her eyes go wide for a tiny moment as the meaning sinks in

--but then she closes them as she pulls Vriska down for another kiss, accepting.]

[dicey]

[after a few seconds she pulls back, giving Kanaya a devilish grin]

Didn't expect that, did you!

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[Slightly nervous smile.]

Not really.

[dicey]

Wo-oah, look who has shitty self-esteem!

[dicey]

Wo-oah, look who has shitty self-esteem!

[tendtoenunciate]

We-well, it might be more accurate to say "who had higher hopes about her matesprit being amenable to the prospect of future reproduction"...

[dicey]

... Nah. I'm still not interested in reviving the troll race.

Alternia's gone, lusii are gone, it wouldn't work out.

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[Brief frown.]

I guess you're right. I hadn't really considered that part...

[dicey]

Don't worry about it. It's okay if we're the last trolls.

[she rolls them back over again, so she's on the bottom]

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[Taking advantage of the position to cradle her closer in her arms]

I can certainly think of worse trolls to be the last with.

[Kiss, which she intends to last a while.]

[dicey]

[Vriska kisses back for a few minutes, snuggling down deeper into the couch]

[then she breaks]

What about Eridan?

If he's not dead, it'd be even harder to find him if you went to the city.

THIS IS A REALLY LONG TAG please lemme know if I got any Ads stuff wrong from what Vriska'd say

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[...oh darn it Vriska you're her distraction from him]

...

If -- they're keeping him somewhere else here, when I leave, I would probably want to take him with me to the city. But if they sent him home... We weren't entirely sure we had even been taken from the same timeline; in fact he thought he might be a little further in his than mine was, but I had obviously never been to Carriero there if that was so. I might doom that timeline worse by my presence or his absence -- there's no guarantee it could be worked out.

And then there's the possibility he's simply dead. [Short silent linger; she's settled a little less tangled up in Vriska by this point.]

So, yes, I do want to find him and be with him again if at all possible. He -- is just as important to me as you are. But not more. There's nothing I wouldn't do to be with him again, but...

[AUGH feelings readiness and makeout readiness at the same time are too confusing to maintain; she ends up laying down side by side next to Vriska instead.] I've been trying not to think about how hopeless the whole situation seems, because that would be too ironic. They've been advising me to consider the situation as that of certain knowledge he's gone hive, or that either way he's gone forever. And as much as that hurts rather awfully to have to think, and as much as I hate the thought of abandoning hope with regards to him...

It's a choice between being stuck here with an astronomically narrow chance of that even being something that would help at all in finding him, and what would be a much surer chance of being in the city with you -- and of you getting to be with Hanna again. That's an important consideration too. Not to mention that any far-fetched dimensional transportalization schemes would probably have a higher chance of success in the city, given the greater freedoms and resources, especially considering our native timeline should be equally easy or hard to reach from either dimension...

So. [She reaches down to hold Vriska's hand in a fingers-interlace way. ...and then glances over to the closet.] You know, I really will feel so embarrassed if a quarter-sweep from now it turns out there is a transportaliser hidden in there.

it's fine! <3

[dicey]

Don't talk about Hanna. Okay?

[she says that immediately, with no hesitation]

I was just asking. I know you loved him and I wanted to do the unselfish thing and remind you that if we got away from here together you'd probably never see him again.

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[She does immediately comply to the first request with a second of silence.]

We do still have no idea what our escape from here would look like. For all we know he could actually be the one to arrive for our rescue on a white skyhorse.

And -- [Stumbling over the phrasing, then gives up.] -- It means a lot for you to be unselfish, but I wouldn't want to keep you anchored here waiting for a chance he'd come back to me.

[is that a nautical metaphor]

[dicey]

I don't think I'd let you anchor me, so it's cool.

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Yeah.

[Bittersweet handsqueeze.]

[dicey]

Does that make you sad?

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Thinking about him at all makes me sad, and I've devoted a lot of energy to doing so as little as possible because it wouldn't accomplish anything. When he had first disappeared - I still hadn't been given that auxiliatrix key, and with the makeup of the asylum at the time, it felt like I had nothing left.

You've been really helpful with that.

[dicey]

... This woman I used to know would talk about how people's paths would cross and then sometimes separate later, and if they did then that meant it wasn't meant to be.

I kind of feel like you're supposed to be my matesprit. Really, really feel like that, actually. But I'm not absolutely positive, so what if I'm wrong?