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[psychometer]

Lien here. If you got this message, I might have a raging headache or I'm working on something. Leave a message, I'll get back ASAP. *BEEEEEEEP*
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[delyrium]

[Oh.]

[Well.]

I imagine it was nothing pleasant.

[psychometer]

It took a while to kill off that sensation, you know? It was just a constant reminder of death instead of a simple way to nourish myself.

[A beat.]

I guess what I'm trying to get at here is that I'm used to feeling stress and killing it. Everyone in my commune had to learn. If you couldn't you weren't going to live long.

Our conversation last time? That was stressful. But trying to tell myself to get rid of it and not give it a second thought? I don't really like that.

[delyrium]

I see.

[He didn't understand what she went through. He doubted he ever could or would, but he saw what she was trying to say. Somewhat. A little]

I cannot promise an end to my behavior. Sometimes I act without truly realizing the ramifications of what I'm doing, as I'm sure you have noticed.

But I can promise a new start, and that I will try. In addition, should it be easier on you, I understand completely if you wish to get rid of it in the future.

[It would probably be his fault anyway]

[psychometer]

[She actually gives a gentle smile of sorts at him and gives a nod.]

And that's all I could ever ask for Fenris. Just a little understanding is all I need. Thank you.

[It's all she wants.]

And I can promise you, I'll still be myself, but I'll try to be a bit more low key. I know I can be god awful and obnoxious even if I think it's fun. Growing up is always a work in progress after all!

[delyrium]

Why do I have the feeling you will never fully 'grow up'.

[His tone is dry, BUT it's not mean. Progress!]

[psychometer]

Because sadly, I don't think I can give up candy or those fruit gummi snacks. Those are great, you should try those.

[WELL BACK TO NORMAL... SORTA]

[delyrium]

[TEASING WITH INCREASED MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING]

[SORT OF]

I'm afraid you lost me at 'gummi'.

[psychometer]

It means they're chewy and delicious.

[And for a second it seems like she falters from being cheerful because she's feeling something else. She's... happy, but it's a bittersweet happiness. So she bows her head, still smiling with her bangs covering her face.]

... Sorry, could you give me a moment? I'm feeling a little...

[delyrium]

[He's about to make a quip about how their ideas of delicious are probably vastly different, but he holds back with concern when he sees Lien's sudden change in posture]

Are you ill?

[psychometer]

Nah.

I'm happy.

[delyrium]

You have an odd way of showing it.

[psychometer]

And as you should know by now, I'm an odd person.

[delyrium]

...

A fair point.