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is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[Her mouth twitches, something like a smile trying to steal its way over her lips.]

Come, now. You could always do it in such a way that it would be unique. And certainly baffle what few authorities there are-- honestly, it wouldn't be hard. You could make a day of it.

[. . .]

Did they question your motives? Or simply want any dominant's permission?

[ a snort. of course he could count on her to encourage bad behaviour, however much in jest. ]

They just wanted me to play by the rules.

[ well. play. getting used to the fact that the rules are law here, that disobedience isn't simply frowned upon but actively baffling to the people here - that's the most difficult part. people are genuinely surprised when a submissive tries to crack the status quo. before he was faced with frustration and anger, he was offered soft advice and gentle guidance.

they pitied him before they frowned upon him. poor man, making all these silly mistakes.

Sherlock gulps back the rest of his glass in a final swig, sets to refilling. he'll go steadier with this one. probably. ]

Nevermind. I made it.

You did.

[And she's falling behind. She busies herself with that for a minute, drinking a little more earnestly, genuinely pleased with the taste. He'd picked out a good one. But ah, far be it for her to just let things go--]

Why not contract with someone? It would make your life exponentially easier.

Would it? I had no idea.

[ ah good, sarcasm. but it's not as if that's a secret to anyone. he hardly needs rosalind to spell out the benefits of a contract when society as a whole is actively structured around it.

he settles though. takes another sip. ]

I will, before time's up. I'm weighing my options.

[One eyebrow raises in response to that sarcasm. She won't re-hash their little debate from that one day in the lab, but it serves as a quiet warning. Watch it.]

As you like. I was going to offer myself, but clearly you're atop it.

Mm, too late, you're already on the list.

[ thrown out casually, they've made enough headway by now for him to concede that much. she's an option. knows she'd have him if he were to ask, already knows the extent to which they grate against one another and knows that it's manageable. a dynamic he could comfortably stand.

there's a degree of trust. far from total, but enough to be getting on with in the context of the situation in which they find themselves. of course she's an option. he's hardly giving up a secret at all. ]

[Oh. There's just a momentary pause, a quick blink that betrays she hadn't expected that. It's no declaration of affection, but . . . it's something, anyway. Some measure of trust, and she quietly appreciates it.

She nods. Pours herself another glass, already feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She's not a very big woman, and this is particularly potent. Or, possibly, spiked with aphrodisiacs.]

And you still wish to go to bed with me?

[She asks because it's important to her, now, to ask. Because she needs to ask, for the sake of her own peace of mind.]

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