A Private Audience

[madaboutit]

Meeting the Summer King
Dealing For Questions To Learn About Each Other

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Breakfast is brought by a silent attendant, and it is a couple of hours before there are more footsteps. They're accompanied by murmured voices; ones that she likely wouldn't hear, save for the point of her ears.

"You know I'm right," Jinx says, confident in his perspective. "We need to make sure." The steps stop. Sweeney grumbles.

"An' you think he's not gonna look at her fuckin' eyes?"

A silence hangs, giving away a rare moment of the Gadaíádh's concession. Sweeney takes the win, no matter how small, and shifts the topic.

"Go. Use that silver tongue'a yers ta get things lubricated." Another beat passes.

"Fine." The sharpness of the word suggests that 'fine' is being used very liberally. The light footfalls head back down the hall, and Sweeney's heavier boot strikes continue to the door. When he lets himself in, he offers a quick smile, making the effort to start the day on the right foot.

"Did you sleep a'right?" He glances to the tray and back.

"I didn't mean ta keep you waitin'."