❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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so I don't even really know what I'm doing but here.

[sexpository]

[Honestly, this feels to Ros like an inevitability.

Not because of the complex dynamics of the situation at hand, no -- those were never her business and she never really asked, because she is not the kind of woman who often plays the kind of role that allows her to ask questions that aren't "is there anything more I can do for you?" or some variant -- but because honestly, whose brilliant idea was it to have her look after someone at all?

She is not by nature a traditionally protective woman. She is caring, but that's at best a tertiary quality, one that's easily pushed aside if need be. She is decent at taking responsibility for others in a professional context, but for all that her life has required her to fake interpersonal dynamics, she is not the greatest when it comes to the real ones, the ones that aren't just about sex and lies, the ones that require her to behave like just a regular person. It's no surprise she was so stupid as to let Robb slip through her fingers.

This is what she's telling herself in her self-directed frustration, at least. (She's no mother hen, but she's often better at this than she gives herself credit for.) It's mostly fear talking, fear and angst, and she's been unable to sit still for worrying about the inevitable fallout that she just knows is coming when Petyr finds her.]

you're fine! i showed our robb and she loved what you wrote :)

[pimping]

[Petyr's always prided himself on a quiet presence. He doesn't outwardly rage like some uncouth lout. No, his anger always bubbles just under the surface. On the outside, he makes sure to paint the perfect picture of disarming calm. When Ros arrives at his suite, Petyr will be there, calmly seated on the couch by the coffee table, swirling a glass of scotch on the rocks in one hand like nothing's amiss.]

Not much of a huntress, are you?

[sexpository]

[She knows the idle and empty flirtation that she defaults to in most situations doesn't work on Petyr, not really anyway, so why does she keep trying it?

Instinct, probably, or a stupid hope that if she changes the subject for long enough, it won't revert to what she's dreading.]

I've never much had to be. The prey just presents itself.

[pimping]

It's a pity you don't seem to have the claws to keep your prey.

[Little girl, you really should know better.]

Pray tell, how exactly did he get past you? I would have thought you'd won enough sympathy to keep him pinned down.

[sexpository]

[It is taking all of her carefulness and control not to resort to immediate hysterics, but she knows even better that such things have no effect here

Instead, she stays flippant, hoping it will hide the nerves.]

I would have thought that as well.

[pimping]

Is this how you thank me then? It's not easy polishing a showgirl into a personal assistant but I can repeat the feat. You could be gone tomorrow.

[sexpository]

[Raising her voice a bit.]

It's not as if he slowly strode out the door, announcing "Excuse me, I'm never coming back."

[pimping]

Didn't you say you could read what was in a man's heart? Their desires? Or is it just what's between their legs that you're able to comprehend?

[sexpository]

Perhaps Robb has learned from you, and he's a better liar than you think.

[pimping]

It's a pity you didn't take the same lessons to heart.

[sexpository]

I'm not the one that ran, I'm subjected to your inquiry no matter what.

[pimping]

Knowing how liable you were, I'm surprised you didn't have more instincts for self-preservation.

[sexpository]

I think you just don't want to admit this was inevitable.

[pimping]

If that's the case, the stars definitely didn't align in your favor.

[sexpository]

Do what you're going to.

[She's cycled from nerves to fear to resignation, and she knows there's no way out, no point in making up stories with him.]

[pimping]

Now, now, let's not get hasty. You may yet redeem yourself.

[sexpository]

Maybe so, but it's not as if the hastiness is unwarranted.

herp new modern account

[masterofbling]

True enough. Now, I have two options at the moment. The usual corporal punishment or...something a bit more creative. You're rather fond of cosmetics, aren't you? Last I checked, you were also an aspiring actress.

oh new modern account you say

[mishandled]

Don't draw it out, just say what you're going to.

perfection 8)

[masterofbling]

As opposed to having you beaten within an inch of your life, I propose we merely perpetuate the ruse once dear Robb returns. It's a lot neater that way, isn't it?

[mishandled]

"Neater."

[A long, long pause.]

I suppose it is.

[masterofbling]

Care to demonstrate the performance of your life?

[mishandled]

If you insist.

[masterofbling]

Put on a show and convince me you're on the verge of death.

[mishandled]

[She thinks about this a moment, trying so hard not to show worry on her face, and nods before turning away.

When she turns back, her eyes are full of tears and her voice is considerably softened, almost choked-sounding.]

I -- please, I -- [And instead of finishing the sentence, she looks up at him with those teary eyes.]