[ it's two days into the strike before casimir seems, at last, to notice.
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
[ thranduil is both mourning his lack of power and very much appreciating what he does had. there have been a few tasks utterly eliminated for lack of manpower, but the remaining few are running smoothly, if so terribly interwoven that any other upset will have the apple cart less 'spilled' and more 'utterly annihilated', but given his stances as of late, it is clear who he will blame.
certainly not casimir, whom he beckons in, and gestures to the chair of before his desk. he shan't stand on ceremony with casimir of all people. ]
For you? Yes. What is it?
[ casimir wouldn't trouble him with- anything. casimir only asks for something when he is in need of it. ]
[ It's not awkward to take the chair. Can't be. He follows the same route motions as ever, down to the inch, but he finds himself conscious of them in the manner he’s come to associate with scrutiny, with the awareness of being watched.
The subject, perhaps. ]
There is that which might benefit me. But It has the potential impact my work, [ Not the phylacteries. He's still here. ] I think — perhaps to harm it.
[ the rote politinesses smooth the way enough that thranduil eases into the conversation. 'benefit me', he thinks, and then, ah. ]
Is it your decision, that it will benefit you?
[ oh, casimir will preserve himself, but he can be coaxed, thranduil supposes. persuaded, if by strictly logical means. he means to find the root of this request. who put the idea into casimir's head. ]
Yes. [ Perhaps. Wouldn't have thought to consider it without Myrobalan, Kostos. That they'd asked permission doesn't deny them their own opinions (he knows those well enough). ] Rather, it was my decision.
[ His hands don't unfold. He doesn't draw rough fingers over stubble, doesn't worry at the spot. The ghost of actions — of an actor — struck from scene. At last: ]
When I felt, it seemed clear. To consider it now, I'm more uncertain. The good of the many becomes the good of one. I hesitate to damage that.
no sweat on time do ur finals fight them in the face i'll just forget otherwise; action
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
Provost. Do you have a moment?
you'd be waiting another month tho and I refuse
certainly not casimir, whom he beckons in, and gestures to the chair of before his desk. he shan't stand on ceremony with casimir of all people. ]
For you? Yes. What is it?
[ casimir wouldn't trouble him with- anything. casimir only asks for something when he is in need of it. ]
well now we're waiting a month anyway
[ It's not awkward to take the chair. Can't be. He follows the same route motions as ever, down to the inch, but he finds himself conscious of them in the manner he’s come to associate with scrutiny, with the awareness of being watched.
The subject, perhaps. ]
There is that which might benefit me. But It has the potential impact my work, [ Not the phylacteries. He's still here. ] I think — perhaps to harm it.
I need to know whether that's acceptable.
[ this probably isn't the best way to frame it ]
my one (1) k2 tag a month ration
Is it your decision, that it will benefit you?
[ oh, casimir will preserve himself, but he can be coaxed, thranduil supposes. persuaded, if by strictly logical means. he means to find the root of this request. who put the idea into casimir's head. ]
spend it wisely
Yes. [ Perhaps. Wouldn't have thought to consider it without Myrobalan, Kostos. That they'd asked permission doesn't deny them their own opinions (he knows those well enough). ] Rather, it was my decision.
[ His hands don't unfold. He doesn't draw rough fingers over stubble, doesn't worry at the spot. The ghost of actions — of an actor — struck from scene. At last: ]
When I felt, it seemed clear. To consider it now, I'm more uncertain. The good of the many becomes the good of one. I hesitate to damage that.
no subject
If you think it will not harm you, and it is your choice, then it is your choice and Research is at your disposal.