[ the riots have just begun to pick up, and now more than ever those in the police force have been working harder than ever to help maintain the peace and calm of the place. of course, she has not heard much from lucina and haise, which olivia takes to mean that the situation is worse than she thought, because she knows both well enough by now to know that they would be the last people to ever tell her if there were anything to worry about. it's silly, though she knows full well where they are coming from.
still, she knows there is at least one person in the force who would never lie to her (even if it were out of kindness), and they are long overdue for a chat anyway.
she approaches his and fate's home, cradling a little pouch with a bow on it in her hands. she knocks, then proceeds to announce herself too, just in case. ]
[ Koltira opens up, and because he's not presently on-duty, he's wearing the clothes that some of the others helpfully picked out for him towards the beginning of the mission. That is to say: a spiked collar, a Megadeth t-shirt, etc. He sees no irony in any of it. ]
Olivia.
[ He smiles, but it's tight--things aren't too bad yet, but he can see where this rollercoaster is headed, and it's right for the drop. ]
Come in.
[ He makes an ushering gesture, both because he's glad to see her and because it's dangerous to just loiter about in the open. The apartment is not large, but it's decent, and crossing the threshold takes her right into a carpeted little den with a perfectly serviceable couch. ]
[ it does give olivia pause, seeing him in such attire... but frankly the surprise comes more from the attire itself than the fact that he's wearing it. given she looks like a rainbow threw up on her 99% of the time since their arrival here, she's definitely never set foot into a hot topic before.
she is actually pleasantly charmed by the aesthetic of it.
she steps in at his urging, and brandishes the little pouch towards him. ]
Happy Housewarming!
[ or so she assumes is the appropriate greeting, anyway. ]
[ He raises an eyebrow, because there's nothing warm about their place -- well, maybe figuratively. He takes the pouch, opening it as he goes to sit down on the gray couch. ]
[ yeah, she doesn't really get it either, but she had overheard a couple of nurses discussing it a few days ago, and she sort of just filled in the blanks as she went along.
which is why, when koltira opens the pouch, he will find one (1) candle in a mason jar and one (1) bottle of salt. ]
Surprise!
[ she puffs up a little, looking extremely proud of herself. ]
The candle I have heard is for the bathroom, [ she has no idea why, but it seemed pretty important in the conversation she picked up, ] and the salt is so that "your life may have flavor!"
[ a pause. ]
I believe you sprinkle some around you when you feel like it. [ the details are fuzzy. ]
[ He's at once baffled and delighted, so much so that he actually laughs--a dark, rich sound cut through with the ethereal echo of undeath. He carries the candle to the bathroom and sets it down next to the sink (after a moment's deliberation), then considers the salt. ]
I'll give this to Tobias. He can sprinkle it at his feet when he wants to ward me off.
[ as soon as the shock settles, olivia is quick to try to alleviate kotlira's worries. her hands fly up, waving hastily in the air with a step forward. ]
P-Please, do not worry! I won't tell a soul! I won't even let Tobi— I mean Spades know I know! I promise your secret's safe with me!
He will. He always does. Still, I have failed him. He--prefers not to use that name anymore.
[ And it's not that Koltira doesn't understand it. He doesn't use his old house name for a reason. He sticks with the 'Deathweaver' epithet, even though he dislikes it, even though it always invites irritating comments.
[ olivia steps closer, gently settling a hand over the man's arm to rub it consolingly. ]
You made a mistake — everyone does. But if I know him at all, I think he would hate to see you be so hard on yourself over something he would apparently easily forgive you for. Maybe that would even be failing him more, hm?
[ she smiles with ease because of her relief. she would hate for there to be trouble between the two men, both of whom have done to much to ensure her own happiness.
tenderly, she cups his cheek, then reaches down to slip her arm through his. ]
Now, [ she says, not so much dismissively as she is eager to move on to less dreary things, ] shall we salt the earth?
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( koltira ) backdated, maybe? week two or three perhaps
still, she knows there is at least one person in the force who would never lie to her (even if it were out of kindness), and they are long overdue for a chat anyway.
she approaches his and fate's home, cradling a little pouch with a bow on it in her hands. she knocks, then proceeds to announce herself too, just in case. ]
Knock knock..?
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Olivia.
[ He smiles, but it's tight--things aren't too bad yet, but he can see where this rollercoaster is headed, and it's right for the drop. ]
Come in.
[ He makes an ushering gesture, both because he's glad to see her and because it's dangerous to just loiter about in the open. The apartment is not large, but it's decent, and crossing the threshold takes her right into a carpeted little den with a perfectly serviceable couch. ]
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she is actually pleasantly charmed by the aesthetic of it.
she steps in at his urging, and brandishes the little pouch towards him. ]
Happy Housewarming!
[ or so she assumes is the appropriate greeting, anyway. ]
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A gift?
[ What could it be? ]
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which is why, when koltira opens the pouch, he will find one (1) candle in a mason jar and one (1) bottle of salt. ]
Surprise!
[ she puffs up a little, looking extremely proud of herself. ]
The candle I have heard is for the bathroom, [ she has no idea why, but it seemed pretty important in the conversation she picked up, ] and the salt is so that "your life may have flavor!"
[ a pause. ]
I believe you sprinkle some around you when you feel like it. [ the details are fuzzy. ]
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I'll give this to Tobias. He can sprinkle it at his feet when he wants to ward me off.
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Tobias...?
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Er.
[ His ears fold slightly. ]
Twisted Fate.
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Is that his real name...
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Yes. I ought not to have said it.
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P-Please, do not worry! I won't tell a soul! I won't even let Tobi— I mean Spades know I know! I promise your secret's safe with me!
[ yes, she's so smooth. ]
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No. I will have to admit what I've done.
[ THAT'S THE HONORABLE THING. ]
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But... But surely he'll understand? It was an honest mistake.
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He will. He always does. Still, I have failed him. He--prefers not to use that name anymore.
[ And it's not that Koltira doesn't understand it. He doesn't use his old house name for a reason. He sticks with the 'Deathweaver' epithet, even though he dislikes it, even though it always invites irritating comments.
He just--slipped. ]
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You made a mistake — everyone does. But if I know him at all, I think he would hate to see you be so hard on yourself over something he would apparently easily forgive you for. Maybe that would even be failing him more, hm?
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... I know it.
[ Koltira's stubborn, but he can take advice. Sometimes. From certain people. ]
Thank you, Olivia.
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tenderly, she cups his cheek, then reaches down to slip her arm through his. ]
Now, [ she says, not so much dismissively as she is eager to move on to less dreary things, ] shall we salt the earth?