who's seen jezebel? | september catch-all

[acidjail]

Who: Mercymorn the First, Paul Atreides, Ortus Nigenad, and you
What: September catch-all, open and closed prompts
When: Throughout September
Where: Trench and other Trench

Content Warnings: Cults, body horror, psychological horror, violence, death, marked by thread

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[peripheries]

"I'm just telling you what people say."

And... he actually does seem to believe this. There's no snark or sass to his voice even if he clearly finds this whole conversation unpleasant or at the very least annoying. He crosses his arms.

"I'm not a brat nor do I think elders deserve respect just because they're old."

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"You're quite right on that," she says, with a curl of her lip, "Age alone is insufficient. Some people remain insipid and asinine throughout the ages - but -" she raises a finger skyward "- you should assume a baseline of deference! If only for practical reasons - a point I am making a truly absurd amount lately, and of course, it never does sink in, does it, reinventing the wheel at every turn -"

She shakes her head, a cascade of peculiar pale hair tumbling around her face, and she huffs and sweeps at it in a cloud of persistent annoyance.

"What do you even want back there? There's absolutely nothing interesting, I can tell you that."

[peripheries]

Kaworu just stares at her as she goes on this rant. "So you're saying that age doesn't matter but I should respect you because of your age. That's contradictory."

Then he crosses his arms. There is some joy in getting to be more defiant than he was ever allowed to be with Keel and SEELE. This helps because it makes his posture turn from defiant to offended.

"My home is that way."

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"You should respect me because I have used age to my advantage," Woe snaps, throwing her hands up and grasping at some invisible hanging vine, "To acquire wisdom, and skill, and the tolerance to exercise restraint over both."

As with the acid she flung at the Beast, for instance, which seems to have only impressed this boy to vomitousness.

"And of course you live there." May whatever once was God preserve her. Woe pinches the bridge of her nose and emits a high, strangled hiss, like a kinked hose. "Then move aside, and I will pass, and you'll be welcome to peel that awful man off the wall, for all I care - which is not at all!"

[peripheries]

"You're not very good at restrai-" He starts to correct her, not for the sake of being kind, but mostly to ensure she knows she doesn't look restrained at all. Then the gears in his tiny little, angel brain start to turn.

What does she mean Of course you live there? Plenty of people live over there. How does she knows he lives there other than he's going that direction? There's other things over there.

Except... a horrible man. And there is one man that Kaworu thinks about when someone says "horrible" in a high, screechy tone.

"Johnny Lawrence? You spent the night with... that old washed up drunk!"

The angel cries like the thought makes him want to vomit in front of her.

Again.

[acidjail]

"I absolutely did not," she says, in nearly as much distress as the boy exhibits, although teenagers really can't be beat in the realm of this particular horror, however much a person might practice.

It's not the most convincing lie, with her in this condition, and the man in question sure to not keep his mouth shut for any length of time. She balls herself up like a quivering fist anyway, tossing back her tangled hair and glaring at him in furious rebuke.

"We - conversed - over a matter of none of your concern, and I will thank you not to make aspersions!!"

[peripheries]

"Conversed? Johnny is one of the worst spoken humans I've met...!"

Which is to say, he doesn't believe her. He has come around on Johnny. A bit, mostly for Paul's sake, until Johnny inevitably does something to sour his view again. And even then... to actually want to have sex with him?

Gross!

"Lady, you need standards."

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"You are all of four years old," she says, scathingly, falling back on disdain without missing a beat, "You don't know a thing about standards - about adults - about tact - and I am not dignifying myself to a yammering cotton swab! Pfagh!"

That tears it, absolutely. Without further ado, she stiffens her upper lip and makes to barrel past the demonic infant and his profound misunderstanding of the entire situation, although she has, indeed, the restraint to not thank his ribs with a sharpish elbow for their troubles.