❂ eleventh | dream vortex

[gazingup]

[ ooc: Because the movie clip captures the scene better than words. Feel free to interrupt anytime during the scene or after the clip ends where he'll start walking off dejectedly, nursing a sore bruise. ]

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[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

Uh... Wow.

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

You know, sometimes that's the best way to learn. Taking your hits I mean.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

What? You aren't going to mock me? You'll just join the chorus.

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

I think that you've had enough for today. It's advice. Take it or leave it.

Dream Action!

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[Once Humphrey is gone and Tristan begins to walk off, Rosella--who had wandered into his dream a few minutes earlier, and had seen the whole exchange--steps out of her hiding place with a sympathetic, gentle look on her face.]

Tristan?

Dream Action!

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ He had picked up a few of the trashed flower petals when he picked himself from the ground. They were now being smashed between his fingers, as he does the walk of shame (though, certainly no that walk of shame). In fact, he doesn't notice Rosella immediately when she pops out, too immersed in his own embarrassment. He cheeks are even red. ]

What... what are you? What are you doing in Wall, Rosella?

Dream Action!

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I...er. Seem to have gotten lost somewhere along the way.

[Which is sort of a silly excuse, really, but she can't very well explain that this is a dream and she's walked right into it, now can she? So that much will have to do instead. Besides, she's too busy being concerned about Tristan to really worry about how solid her excuses are.]

Are you all right?

Dream Action!

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ But he knows well enough that this is a dream. This had happened in the past, and for what he knew, he was still in the City. Maybe this Rosella was a figure dreamed up from his memories too. If so, then maybe this wouldn't be as embarrassing as it was.

Too bad this was the real Rosella. ]

Of course I'm all right. It's just a scratch - a little dirt on my coat. It's nothing you should worry yourself over.

[ Does Rosella have bandages for bleeding pride? ]

Dream Action!

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[If they someday make bandages for bleeding pride, she'll be investing in them at the drop of a hat. Until then, she'll have to settle for offering her arm to link through his own, and muttering quite a few nasty opinions about Humphrey under her breath.]

Well, I'm glad for that. What a horrible brute that Humphrey was! He has the manners of a toad and a face like one, too.

[...Or perhaps not so under her breath, after all.]

Dream Action!

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ He's not eager to accept it first, almost pulling away from her offered arm before manners and old adages knock the sense back into him. Tentatively he takes her armed, though secretly grateful for the comfort. ]

But he's Humphrey. He's good at fencing, good at earning money, good at winning Victoria's heart, good-looking, good at everything that I'm not.

Dream Action!

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[She'd like to just haul off and give him a great big hug--since goodness knows he could probably use one--but she knows he's clearly embarrassed by the whole incident, and suspects that anything but covertly sympathetic gestures will just bruise his pride even more. Still, what Tristan needs at the moment is a friend, and she's not about to let him forget that he has one here with him, either.]

Well, he's good at being an absolute pig, that's for certain, and you're certainly not at all. And your flowers were much prettier than his, anyway.

[She's none too thrilled with the conduct of the much-lauded Victoria, either, but she'll be keeping that much to herself.]