it's not the most pleasant of feelings, but i do everything i can to make sure it never has to happen. i know you do the same with mal.
considering how this night is going, i might need my breakfast brought to me in bed. we've struck a deal but now i have to listen to a roomful of elderly men wax poetic about their war days. i can't risk offending them so soon. will you volunteer? to bring me breakfast in bed, i mean.
And to think you almost resorted to seducing those elderly men. Think of all the stories about their "glory days" you'd have to listen to. Terrifying. I'm assuming you don't want me to be making this breakfast in bed. Unless you really do want to be put out of your misery so soon. After the night you've had, I wouldn't blame you.
anything for ravka. surely you can manage toast and jam. although you do bring up an excellent point. i might want to be poisoned tomorrow morning when i wake with a monstrous headache all alone in my giant bed. but i think i'd rather be poisoned with a kiss than whatever concoction you make in lieu of tea.
I appreciate your misplaced faith. I'll bring it up from the kitchens. I won't even touch it, just in case. Something to look forward to, before you cry in your giant bed. "Poisoned with a kiss" is a terrible way to tell me you think I'm an awful kisser, though.
alina starkov, will you do me the honor of a kiss when you bring me my toast tomorrow morning, free of all poison except for the affection in your heart? the view of the sunrise from my window is quite something, if that helps.
Since you asked so nicely, who am I to deny royalty? I don't think you'll be so pleased to see the sunset when you wake up after your bout of drunken misery, but I'll be there. Consider it a reason to survive the rest of the night.
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And I was beginning to think I was special.
It's only fair that you should embarrass yourself at breakfast to make up for mine.
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i know you do the same with mal.
considering how this night is going, i might need my breakfast brought to me in bed.
we've struck a deal but now i have to listen to a roomful of elderly men wax poetic about their war days.
i can't risk offending them so soon.
will you volunteer? to bring me breakfast in bed, i mean.
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Think of all the stories about their "glory days" you'd have to listen to. Terrifying.
I'm assuming you don't want me to be making this breakfast in bed.
Unless you really do want to be put out of your misery so soon.
After the night you've had, I wouldn't blame you.
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surely you can manage toast and jam.
although you do bring up an excellent point. i might want to be poisoned tomorrow morning when i wake with a monstrous headache all alone in my giant bed.
but i think i'd rather be poisoned with a kiss than whatever concoction you make in lieu of tea.
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I'll bring it up from the kitchens. I won't even touch it, just in case.
Something to look forward to, before you cry in your giant bed.
"Poisoned with a kiss" is a terrible way to tell me you think I'm an awful kisser, though.
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telling you you're awful or you're wonderful?
i can offer myself for practice if it's the latter.
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The answer is neither. You have to ask me nicely.
i think this has to happen now
the view of the sunrise from my window is quite something, if that helps.
i agree 500%
I don't think you'll be so pleased to see the sunset when you wake up after your bout of drunken misery, but I'll be there. Consider it a reason to survive the rest of the night.
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