"Was it all truly like that, love?" and this is about the bleeding limit. "It must be, otherwise you'd not say so. You're not the sort to twist words. I--" Looks for a moment as if he's trying to setle on words, and then comes to "Well, damnit. No wonder we don't agree."
No. Wonder.
"As loathe as I'm to say it, it seems that Dorian's quite a bit more important to me than perhaps I understood, and you've suffered for it, love."
"If you can't recall when you forgave him nor why," I say, I'd worry more over that." Not sure if he thinks my suffering's from what he did for Dorian's sake or from him forgetting this way, amd none of this settling any worry over whether Iago knows who I am, nor him either. At the time I was opposed to it, and that is leaving me very bloody uneasy, and I do not understand. "Did you forget his offer, back in summer, and your agreeing?" I say, shaking my head.
Sets out matter of that night in the Tavern, and nothing new, but think he's not seeing it the same way I do. "I thought I knew what I was doing but I didn't fully realize the situation... For whatever its worth, we didn't kiss, or have any sort of sex... As it was, he tried to comfort me and the whiskey loosened my tongue so considerably that before I knew it, I was offering cast-off furniture."
"And time with Wanda, not that she'd have him," I say dry. Wonder if the wives of those as came creeping out to see her put much weight in her not kissing them; not seeing if it's worth worrying over what'd've happened if Iago'd not been 'minded of Raphael.
"I know you're sorry," I say after he apologizes. "But now don't know if you'll remember this in a month, or a fortnight, or how you'll see it then, Iago."
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Date: 2012-03-01 02:36 am (UTC)No.
Wonder.
"As loathe as I'm to say it, it seems that Dorian's quite a bit more important to me than perhaps I understood, and you've suffered for it, love."
"If you can't recall when you forgave him nor why," I say, I'd worry more over that." Not sure if he thinks my suffering's from what he did for Dorian's sake or from him forgetting this way, amd none of this settling any worry over whether Iago knows who I am, nor him either. At the time I was opposed to it, and that is leaving me very bloody uneasy, and I do not understand. "Did you forget his offer, back in summer, and your agreeing?" I say, shaking my head.
Sets out matter of that night in the Tavern, and nothing new, but think he's not seeing it the same way I do. "I thought I knew what I was doing but I didn't fully realize the situation... For whatever its worth, we didn't kiss, or have any sort of sex... As it was, he tried to comfort me and the whiskey loosened my tongue so considerably that before I knew it, I was offering cast-off furniture."
"And time with Wanda, not that she'd have him," I say dry. Wonder if the wives of those as came creeping out to see her put much weight in her not kissing them; not seeing if it's worth worrying over what'd've happened if Iago'd not been 'minded of Raphael.
"I know you're sorry," I say after he apologizes. "But now don't know if you'll remember this in a month, or a fortnight, or how you'll see it then, Iago."