#ccsemberclub

"Or was there something else?" Amused

"Why could it not be both?" Also amused. "What of the other one? Jane?"

"Jane is coming around" She admits "I did a little match making." smug look

"And it's working? With whom?"

"Isiah, you don't know him I don't think but youv'e seen him around. Young fellow... shy himself but always takes seats closest to the stage"

"He's been eyeing her." The boggan agrees, and nibbles her knuckles. "They're hitting it off?"

"He thinks she can do anything but isn't blind to hard work to get there... who doesn't want that?" A wink

"I think quiet support might be called for, with her. She is going to -have- to stumble and fall; up till now she knew only success, albeit such success as participation and pride allowed... but when she stumbles and falls, he can lift her up with his care."

"I know, and I can't tell her a failure is not a failure. It would hurt her in the long run... and give me a substandard performer."

"Precisely the firm hand she needed years ago. Discipline." His eye twinkles wickedly.

"Oh she has no idea about me match making, and she'll probably think I'm a grade A Bitch at least once a day during this" She steals his drink and sips it.

"Do you have -any- idea how attractive you make that sound?"

A deep chuckle, And another sip of his drink "I think your imagination is doing most of the work there... but I thank you." She hands him his glass back.

He takes the last of the drink from the spot where her lips were.

Oh she catches that, and likes it

That roguish grin of his slowly fades to puzzlement and then a sour look that has nothing .... well... maybe something to do with her.

A lift of brow

"Hmmph. Summer." Yes, sour... mostly at himself.

"Are we feeling a wee bit Seelie?" A hand on his "Don't worry, this too will pass"

"Mmmph." A discontented growl.

"I will make sure you focus you worship and adoration on me as is proper, but who knows? Maybe something will come into play to occupy you yet."

He grumbles quietly, then slowly... perks? "You... know something?"

"Rumors mostly, local ones... and my source is an eshu"

"And you know how they are... worse than pooka if they want to 'spice up a story'"

A grunt. "Yes. Most... irritating. Unless you need them for that."

"Well, apparently some sidhe nobles are smuggling goods through this area because they assume other nobles having no power here... it's.. just a story, but if you need something to do, I was thinking... stealing what's being smuggled might keep you..." Sheepish "it might make you happy"

A tender look he would probably... no, certainly.... hate to know was on his face. "You wanted me to stop." He reminds.

"I know... but I also know that sometimes, diet soda is needed if one wants to get off soda. There's a difference between mischief and corpses, theft and revolution. My real concern is I might frustrate you with too little"

He grumps and folds his arms. "You are... generous. Within your court. Oh Dreaming help me.........Summer." As he realizes his admission. So close to Seelie.

"True love conquers all isn't SO Bad a view is it?" a kiss of his hand

He grumbles. But she still has his hand.

"Good man" A tilt of her head "If the smuggling string is too temptingl, or puts you in too unfair a situation, it's okay not to follow it up. I just want you happy"

"It is dangerous. For me. Like this."

"Then it's gone," She snapped her fingers "Forget I said it." CC kisses him, not the hands this time "Let's focus on helping the staff improve"

He blinks at her. "Can you dismiss your court so quickl?" Genuinely curious.

"Nope" She answers "But I can refocus what I do with it"

"By All the Powers, you are fluid." He says in amazement, and it's a compliment.

"Had to be, honey.. I had to ..recreate myself quite often. I'm not asking you to do that any further. You've been so... wonderful. I just mean if you're feeling Seelie then... we focus on 'beauty is life' here or "True love" with us, and maybe a bit of match making"

He rises and takes her hand, leading her away to their office. Once there. "I've said it's not safe, I cannot fall to the Seelie again. Do you understand?" Concerned.

"I see.. you fear you'll.. do something rash ?"

A bitter expression. "What do you think might be the statute of limitations on my crimes? All of them."

"I'm assuming death " She frowns "You say you might decide to confess?"

"If... I am deeply convinced of the Seelie Code, if I ....embrace the things I believed...... as a wilder. Then. Yes. Perhaps. *If it were to benefit you in some way, help you.....And I don't want to leave you, Dearest." He encircles her with his arms. "Selfish of me but... I don't." The tension in his short frame is tight.

"you won't.. okay..how do we get you firmly on the unseelie side, love? Vacation in the Galacian confederation?"

It takes him a bit to answer, and the response is not helping. "Yes? I don't know. I'm.... closer than I like to be."

"mm okay. Let's try this.. how often have you seen honor used as a trap, a trick? "

"Aaaaalll of it?" Obviously.

"Then yes, it is a lie. A lure , both bait and snare." She says

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